I knew that weddings are expensive but I didn’t realise how expensive they are until I was responsible for paying my share of one. Every cost is multiplied by the number of people who attend. And, and!, you’re treating them! It’s like you forgot to get drunk but are still willing to buy another round for everyone at your table, and for the rest of the bar.Continue reading “How Many? How Much?”
I woke up with vomit on the duvet. It was over my feet so I knew that it wasn’t mine because I haven’t done yoga in nearly ten years. Riel had curled up in between my legs, slightly higher up on the bed than where he had emptied his stomach. It was only a few minutes after the moist duvet had interrupted my sleep that I noticed Riel trying to take a shit. After about thirty seconds of effort, he shrieked and I knew that he was constipated.Continue reading “Letting Sh*t Go”
21:27 May 9, 2019
I’m waiting in a windowless room. It’s a small room with a single bed, which has been nicely made with a blue comforter and white fitted and flat sheets. There is one pillow on the bed, in a pillowcase that has been bleached white. I’m sitting on the only chair in the room; it’s a chair that you would find in any waiting room. The cushion is also blue. There is a small black space heater next to the chair. It’s the type that looks like a fan, circular with false blades on the screen.Continue reading “I Have Poor Sleep Hygiene”
It started back in November. I wanted a book on how to fold paper airplanes. I needed it soon because I was starting a unit on
What’s left to say? Continue reading “Dear Nash, 10 Years On”
Whenever I do the dishes, which is not altogether that often, I like to plug the one side of the sink. While I’m washing dishes, I let the water collect. Eventually, the water level gets high enough to spill over the little inset portion of the sink. Whenever that happens, I take a minute to enjoy the small waterfall.
Every time I do the dishes, I’m reminded of Sibbald Meadows Pond, in Kananaskis, where I learned how to fish. It’s a small catch basin pond that is stocked twice a year with rainbow trout. The water level of the pond is regulated by a short dam, feeding into Sibbald Creek.
My dad would take me there when I was a kid. When I got older, I started taking him there for days out.
I don’t go there very often anymore.
Whenever I do the dishes, though, I think about that waterfall.
“As much as it pains me to say it,” said my mother, “you needed to move to Toronto, and you’re not ready to move yet. You’ve had to struggle and everything you’ve gained you’ve had to work for. It hasn’t been easy for you, or us.” Continue reading “Five Years in Toronto”
Over the years, I’ve started many writing projects. I’ve completed none of them. There was a time when I wanted to write a novel, another when I wanted to put together a collection of short stories, and I’m constantly neglecting my journal. I’m not sure if this was all a wasted effort or if it’ll prove valuable in its own time. Continue reading “Day 14 of 30”
Today couldn’t have come soon enough. It’s been a long week. I think a lot of my coworkers were feeling the same way, dragging their feet and continually checking the clock. Continue reading “Day 7 of 30”
One thing that has been on my mind a fair bit lately is the importance of good underwear. I have a good idea of which pairs of my underwear are good, alright, and on reserve. Not too long ago, I made a trip to Costco and picked up four new pairs of underwear. Since then, I’ve been wanting to cull the pairs that I’ve already worn. Continue reading “Day 5 of 30”