My life is full of unaccustomed pieces. People mostly. Conversations full of wit and appreciation.
I spent time with unlikely people today and am glad for it. A thin sheet of interest covering everything, keeping me from sleeping. This must be close to the best I can be while here in Vancouver. Whatever it is that I’m doing, it feels like I’m falling. I feel a freedom.
I called Mishka to tell her of my new place. She was hard pressed to believe that I Liked a boy and couldn’t understand why I didn’t “just go jump him”. Beautious simple answers. She’s coming into town for this weekend. I may insist we go swimming. I would like to splash in water with her. It’s been a very long time since we’ve held eachother. She says her hair is lighter now than mine, but I know my blood is deeper.
I love living on the Drive.
Michael was on my messenger this afternoon and we arranged to meet for lunch. “Hey baby – you’re so cute – you know you picked the better man” We met on the same day as I met Bill. I tried calling him today, as he was to call me, but he apparently wasn’t there. Ex-Love only reaffirming my predisposed thoughts on him. Daniel answered. I don’t know what he thinks of me these days. Never my friend really, but friendly.
There was a bit of trepidation about picking up my paycheck. Adding to it is the fact I tend to forget that I recieve the things. Little numbered pieces of paper – how worthless. Thankfully there wasn’t much to deal with. I left Adrian on the streetcorner and he never Talked about a thing.
Following a 3 o’clock lunch, Michael and I took a closed tour of Storyeum. We had a lot of fun. He walking me past and though the dusty cement floored backgrounds and hidden hallways. He’s learning and I appreciate it. Behind the scenes was less of a surprise than I thought it might. How do I know all this technical? How is it I notice fractured perspective upon walking into a room? I knew more than I supposed. What an odd education that allows for such things. Of all of it, even more than the locomotive, my favorite was the splendid Raven on a stick. In my mind, I dropped to my knees. What torture to not be able to bring home such an alluring delight. Plus, hey, I got to touch one of the projectors. *drool* I asked him to tell Jaques that I was “considering” dropping by for my films. I dearly hope the message is relayed wtih inflection. My decision will likely be put off until July, but I will not expect him to wait so long.
After dropping off my cheque at the bank on first, the entirety of my day was a halfplan to visit Neriad and Alex with fruit. I stopped by Sweet Cheribim, but then I ran into Silva. She was driving up Commercial when she caught me at Venebles. Another block and I would have been lost to the sidestreets. We went food shopping and she brought me up to date. Dinner was in the garden at her house, with two black cats chasing eachother and the insects. Life is throwing her some changes. Her Love has decided that she has to live in San Fransico and simply can’t commute anymore. She’s quitting SFU and the house is being sold from under her. Eleven years there and her Love is too far away. It’s sad, but I don’t believe the day will break her. Looking back on our life together, there is nothing there but time coming and her slicing the waves. It’s an interesting perspective, getting to see the eyes of someone who’s known me since I was four. We’re complicated in different ways, and we love all the more for it. My family is precious. I’m glad I brought her happiness today. It was like turning on a light. I left her on the phone with Kip. She will be alone, but more carefree.