Sleeping and waking whenever I felt like it was a bust. I'm regulating, night-time sleeping, daily meditation/nap (which is entirely different to sleeping: the former for physical rest; the latter for spiritual sanity).
Up this morning at 6am, coffee, emails, bath the dog, brush her, shower, dress, jeans, shirt, jean jacket, off to Kensington to meet Theo, an old friend and sculptor - we met in 1982, he was eating dinner at the Queen Mum's on Queen Street and was a good friend of my ex, who introduced us. It took a long time to get to know Theo, years in fact; it wasn't till after my marriage ended in 1997 that he and I became good friends. He's one of my most loyal friends, too. It is through Theo that I have understood that loyalty is one of the most important qualities to me. That's another topic though.
We chatted for a couple of hours, then he went off his way on his bike and I my way. Dropped into Gwartzman's discount art store to get a rip-off Moleskin look-alike for $3.97, but passed on it (my first one's not finished yet) and bought a 9"x12" printmaking board and a canvas remnant. After I dropped my dog off at home, where she barked nonstop I believe, I went to Honest Ed's and bought a T50 stapler that is so stiff I can barely squeeze it, then to a Chinese produce store for BC blueberries, and home to be greeted by now hoarse barks. I've eaten two bowls of fresh blueberries with cream and sugar, stapled a cloth over the under-the-stairs cupboard, and stretched canvas over the board and gessoed it.
Exciting day, huh.
This is blogland!
We get to create these posts, to reveal our lives publicly.
Theo's never owned a computer. I marvel at that.
Sheath of feeling. Words groping to touch air.
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This kind of post is what brings me back to blogging. I think actually it gives our "ordinary" days the respect they merit and which I don't always accord them left to my own devices. Love this. Maybe I'll do something similar sometime.
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ReplyDeleteYou are right, Mary, each day in its ordinariness contains, what, the pulse of our lives, the little wonders of friends, good food, warmth of the sun or coolness of the rain, really transcendance.
ReplyDeleteAnd please, Mary, do return to blogging, we all miss you!
MB, maybe when you're famous and on tour you'll come to this city and then we can spend such a day as this... (o) back at ya.
I remember walking down Queen Street in 1981, in the middle of the night, and eating at an all-night diner with some amazing clientele. The faux-moleskine and other art supplies in your entry had me salivating -- even more so than the blueberries....
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