June 11, 2004
Adventures in the life of Sheila
A kid comes up to me while i'm shelving books today:
"Est-ce vous avez des livres?"
methinks what?? "oui, on a des livres." making a wide gesture to indicate the whole library. i was somewhat sarcastic i guess but hey, it's a stupid question.
"Pouvez-vous me montrer ou sont des livres?"
HUH? "un moment, je pense quelqu'un d'autre peut t'aider..."
so I go find my co-page and shove the kid off on him. i do it all the time; i think he's scared of me now, every time he sees me coming with a client he starts to run.
I've been working almost every night this week. I guess that's too much, when strange things like this happen to me.
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I saw a guy driving with a helmet the other day. I mean driving a car. With a helmet and a seatbelt. Right, i thought, whatever floats your boat.
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i have to head to chinatown to get a criminal check done sometime next week. it's for camp, the RCMP require me to do a security check before I go staff at IAWAH this summer. do I look like a criminal to you? i'm tiny and freckled. only if eating coffee-flavoured ice cream with honey crunch corn flakes is criminal. mm...it's good... maybe i can teach my kids the art of ice cream and cereal. so far i only have micah's appreciation.
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sometimes i question the safety of west island vs. downtown montreal. i've been to old port almost every day in the past two weeks and even heading home at 11 at night, alone, all is quiet and nothing special happens. however, as i walk along st. jean in the west island at 9 pm after work heading home, i get hoots and catcalls from four different carloads of crackpot guys who slow their cars down along the side of the road before they catch sight of me looking like i'm ready to spit fire and the stones in my hand. and i do swear, i'd throw rocks at them save the fact that i don't like the idea of paying for damage to their car. so much for quiet suburban...
June 06, 2004
you know when you have one of those flashbacks to childhood...like when you play soccer and remember having done that with your dad when you were seven or when you bake cookies and still recall the gooey chocolate chip cookies at age five with your mom? i had one of those today. I went bike riding for...well a long while today after my afternoon show and had a brief moment of deja vu. it might have been the overpowering perfume of late blooming lilacs and the sun beating down on my back but if i'd close my eyes i could imagine myself about six years old, riding my bike in the goose park barefoot, with my hair blowing in my face. sometimes i wish things could have stayed that way, young and innocent and being able to go to mommy with every boo boo. i'll be eighteen in six months. so many things have changed. i've changed. no longer is the biggest thing in my life the contemplation of which ice cream flavour goes best with cereal. i've moved on to more... um..."mature" things such as clothes and boys and, on rare occaisions, the meaning of life. but still riding my bike in the park, barefoot, with wisps of hair from my bun flying in my face. i guess some things will never change.
