Just now washing the dishes, cleaning up the last of the skanky ones, and she didn’t have to woof a word; the fastidious blond bombshell, laying beside her food bowls, and somehow I just knew. THEY were the skankiest. Yup… and after they were washed and dried I filled them up, and yes that Mom was indeedy what she wanted – CLEAN MY BOWLS BEATCH!!!
This was a spectacular day too, considering its a Monday. See, Monday’s my day off, and so now I LOVE Monday.
As a Monday goes, and I’ve had my fair share, this Monday I believe goes down in the top FIVE of all time of Mondays. Perhaps even NUMERO UNO Monday.
Snow is piled high, creating this hollow way through the sidewalks. I wore these colourful short rubbers I found for $2 at a second-hand store up in Grey, and I do believe I’m going to wear them everyday this week. They are rather comfy, and give me this sense of invincibility, like magic booties. They have flowers on them too, and I like flowers on my feet. Its decided.
Todays long walk took this rather circuitous route round Old South, turning left, right, left, right, tracing some of my old hood, past that first apartment on Mckenzie Avenue from when I was just 19, to when I lived on Emery with Genevieve in 2000. Past Turners Drug Store and up and around, with no particular place to go.
It was the mildest its been in months and months, and you could feel spring bursting out. It was like a vibration, like a chorus of hope and delight was everywhere. Birds sang, everyone had gigantic smiles on their face, and the sort of greetings I got where… “have a happy, sunshiny day“. And so I did.