Yesterday I went up to the beer store run by friendly brown guys on Whyte ave.and was quite happy with my neighborhood. Cute chicks from the Uni or the hospital, mix of owners and renters, funky mix of academics and workin folks. I bought my gal an apple danish at the Koreans' (what I call the little local non-franchise convenience store run by, you guessed it, a Korean couple) and got a coffee for the walk. Some smiley people out walking dogs, others walkin n talkin, beautiful summer day. On the way back, I found a transit ticket which can be re-used, and passed a few more smiley people, one a cute Caribbean black gal with a big dog. The dog gave me a big smile, the girl smelled like bananas, coffee, coconut and girl, in a very good way. I dont slip around if I am in a relationship, but I definitely look and appreciate women, which my gal is cool with. Mostly.
I like my hood, its really nice, and all the rain this year makes the trees n shrubs thick and lush. Its also a big mosquito year, but they dont eat me, cuz I repel them with brain waves.
Life is good, and I have a big cold Beck's and food in the fridge.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Saturday, July 9, 2011
tales from milltown Alberta
A younger gal at work told a couple tales which are distinct to a certain type of life or area of the world. Just for context, she is a short but tasty girl, early 20s but mature for her age, and in a relationship which will probably be longterm.
She grew up in a forestry/pulp mill town in the Rockies. Her dad worked in the local economy, at the mill or cutting trees or hauling. But he also had a little room in the house where he grew a different cash crop. She was given an assignment in Grade 3 to draw a floorplan of her house. She was quite accurate with most of it, here is the kitchen table, here is the couch n TV in the living room, etc., but she also included the room she wasnt allowed to go in, blacked out and labelled 'Secret Room'. I think there might have been some raised eyebrows at the school.
She also told about being out with her dad for a walk across a frozen lake at age 4, wearing a brimmed red hat she liked, just out for a stroll on a warm spring day with the dog. The lake still had two feet of ice, but the odd soft patch. They are truckin along, her dad hears a 'sploosh', thinks its the dog jumping in puddles, then looks around and sees girl's hat floating on a puddle of icy water, but no girl in sight. Dad jumps in, fishes her out, she said that her response was "I didnt even cry. I just said 'my boots are wet'." Hardcore of her, and she is feisty smart little filly.
People from places without lakes that freeze over 3 feet thick, strong enough for regular 'ice roads' upon which semi-trailers drive for 5 months/year, might have a hard time comprehending that tale. But I think she has a a great dad, and she shows the guts he taught her to have. And she is damn cute and smart too, and her guy better consider himself lucky and treat her right.
She grew up in a forestry/pulp mill town in the Rockies. Her dad worked in the local economy, at the mill or cutting trees or hauling. But he also had a little room in the house where he grew a different cash crop. She was given an assignment in Grade 3 to draw a floorplan of her house. She was quite accurate with most of it, here is the kitchen table, here is the couch n TV in the living room, etc., but she also included the room she wasnt allowed to go in, blacked out and labelled 'Secret Room'. I think there might have been some raised eyebrows at the school.
She also told about being out with her dad for a walk across a frozen lake at age 4, wearing a brimmed red hat she liked, just out for a stroll on a warm spring day with the dog. The lake still had two feet of ice, but the odd soft patch. They are truckin along, her dad hears a 'sploosh', thinks its the dog jumping in puddles, then looks around and sees girl's hat floating on a puddle of icy water, but no girl in sight. Dad jumps in, fishes her out, she said that her response was "I didnt even cry. I just said 'my boots are wet'." Hardcore of her, and she is feisty smart little filly.
People from places without lakes that freeze over 3 feet thick, strong enough for regular 'ice roads' upon which semi-trailers drive for 5 months/year, might have a hard time comprehending that tale. But I think she has a a great dad, and she shows the guts he taught her to have. And she is damn cute and smart too, and her guy better consider himself lucky and treat her right.
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