I am wrapping up a lovely week-long staycation, alternating between spring cleaning and getting out and about. Today it was the Royal Ontario Museum* in the morning, and now I’m just finishing off a lovely lunch at my favourite crepe place (Café Crepe at Queen & John streets).
*My manager got me a City Pass because I’d done a bunch of unpaid overtime lately, and he didn’t like I didn’t have any plans to have fun. Personally I count spring cleaning as fun because less stuff to dust in the future, but I acknowledge his point.
The last time I played a musical instrument was a bassoon in junior high. 35+ years later and I just played Happy Birthday by memory on a new Ukulele. It’s not much but feels so good to do something positive.
I just walked a half a kilometer and got coffee. And I walked back again. With crutches, and the last 300 meters on sheer force of will, but I made it. I am becoming mobile again!
i would be one of those sobbing people. i never had a chance to come out to my dad – i came out after he died – but we were never close, and he was not the most emotionally giving dad. i will say the last thing i did when i saw him was give him a hug, and i can tell he just felt awkward doing it, but i didn’t care. at least he knew how i felt about him, despite our distance.
Today, I have an interview for a part-time office assistant position that’s 2.6 to 3.2 miles from my home, depending on which route you take. I’d be taking a pay cut - but it would be worth it not to have to drive 23 miles to work four afternoons a week. And the lack of negativity - zomg, it would be DElightful!
Well, it went okay…I guess. Very laid-back place, senior apartments, built in 1925 as a school (the cornerstone is still there - very cool). The other office worker, reminds me of a cross of Doris Roberts and another actress of approximately the same generation - all I can see is short, kinda plump, dark curly hair, pointy up-in-the-air (but not snobbish) nose, and small-frame glasses.
I also have an interview today at Sweet Dreams Bakery in Warren, but not as close as the senior apartments’ office. It would be as a “Customer Service Sales Specialist” - the person who helps one figure out what kind of cake one wants and can afford for one’s event.
Suddenly, it splits, and what was a lone, curious appendage is a writhing bouquet of tentacles until, finally, an honest-to-God giant squid blooms from the darkness and attacks.
Is it just me, or did that ‘attack’ look more like a tender caress? Seemed quite friendly to me.
