vending machine

i'm really enjoying the green bin that i found at my house when i arrived home from mexico. it's really great. i love how it has the small kitchen container with an easy-lift lid, and that it takes all food waste AND dirty kleenexes. so great! i'm very excited about this.

so.... i think i've arrived at the end of an era. the time has come to retire my black cuffs. i think. it's been 7 years since the first one adorned my wrist. i'm not ready to say that i'll never wear them again, but it's highly likely that i'll go without them most of the time for now on. oh my cuffs, we've had some good times. my old boyfriend matt used to call them my "knife guards" in case someone attacked me – he was very ghetto (even though he was from prince edward county). it probably goes without saying, but the departure of my cuffs feels like the loss of part of my identity. i have no idea what kind of image my cuffs create, they're so a part of me that i don't even notice them, but i'm sure they must create some kind of persona in other people's eyes. and in a way i'm sad to be seen as more "normal" than before. but at least i have my tattoo in my inner wrist so the left one isn't completely naked. to be honest... i thought i'd wear them forever. and there's part of me that wants to, but part of me doesn't. it's time, that's all.

this afternoon i lied on my couch in the sunlight with pekoe and fell asleep while reading. i'm not much of a napper, but my heavy eyelids were too much to fight and i conceeded. i would frequently wake up and feel like i should be doing my dishes, making a casserole to take to work with me (as i had planned to do), write my entry about our outdoor adventure, but i slept on. odd that i would feel guilty about resting on the day of rest.

i was listening to spinal tap on the cbc as i made lunch today, i didn't listen to the whole show, but the first several minutes were very thought provoking. basically he suggested that the invention of the word 'love' as stifled the english language. it's used so broadly that it doesn't really express what we're actually experiencing. and well, it got me wanting to try an experiment where i go two months without using the word 'love', instead i would say adore, enjoy, appreciate, value, cherish, trust, etc. upon thinking about it in a more pragmatic way i concluded that will be very difficult (when dealing with family members for example, it would be too much to explain why i was no longer saying "bye, love ya"). however, it has got me thinking, and i'd like to be more intentional at expressing what something means to me without using the word love. it will be a challenge for sure, but i think it would be valuable, AND probably help me identify WHY i love something or someone. because i adore him, because i admire her, because i enjoy them, because i appreciate that.

you have a pretty name,
pretty like your name.