The round off and back handspring are becoming unhitched alas. Something funny happened where I kept veering radically sidewards, left. Not the greatest night. Might have to defer the layaway til my fifties.
A woman came and collected my freecycling 50’s kitchen chairs. She was visibly thrilled at them which was a lovely sight. Vancouver is the most sensible place on earth when it comes to recycling as giveaway. No other city I’ve lived in had this tradition of giveaway and alley treasure.
If there were something to be said for size…
but there is not. Except the distance from my elbow to finger tip is identical to that of knee to toe. (right side only). Alas the rumour is the courgette (zuccini) will be tasteless.
Raucous, fun discussion and dinner last night with artists, librarian, musician friends, who generously delivered me to the “stacks” in their basement to choose some books to adopt. Ha! I am feasting upon a book with a section about the miners strike in 1934 in Flin Flon and women’s role. Nabbed a few other odd 80’s BC books including a part II of a book called Portage.
Thrilled to discover another acquaintance I ran into in a caff has both of Juan Butler’s other books that I have been hunting for and very determined to read!
Recently (and at said above gathering) we encountered Wii Rockband. So much fun! I played some other sports games like football that was so unbelievably difficult I am certain going to medical school would be less taxing than try to get these mini fellas to stop running off the pitch. It tumbled me into a state of dizziness after 7 mins to a cacophony of small male groaning as I could not manage to keep my players on the pitch. Then out of nowhere, I don’t know what I pushed or how but I scored a goal! That turned small male groaning to small male astonishment a bit of … bloody hell what just happened. Unfortunately an experience I could not repeat. But so much fun. Too much fun. Waving things in the air, whacking drumsticks and punk rock singing impressions. I could be v tempted by it.
Bockety Greenhouse building success has given rise to a new ambition, unfortunately it is a straight back somersault (or layaway).
A highly disturbing Guardian report this weekend on female circumcision (British resource here) and it’s possible proliferation in Britain caused me to recall the work of Southall Black Sisters whose work I was aware of and admired in my early twenties living in London.
I caught up reading about their ongoing work on their website and noticed they have a campaign song and have published their own books in addition to their vital advocacy work. Brava.