Nobody Complains

Well, when the water stopped coming down from the sky, the sun came out and shone gloriously on the harbour town. Everybody's mood improved tenfold in less than 24 hours. i managed to haul the lounger out a few times and catch some rays. It was groovy.

I was gonna go to see Dan's band (Janus) play at Reflection's last wednesday after work, but the timing didn't work out and then i decided to just stay at home and listen to some music. but andrea & robert came to pound on the window and managed to convince me to go up to clyde street for a doob down and a possible foray to the thirsty duck (the thirsty duck!? i don't think so!). anyway, we went to the duck to hear dan's sister heather play in open mic night. it was a bizarre experience for me, because i realized what it must have been like for random people who popped into hell on sundays. anyway, wednesday night was passable in so much that it was "outside the box" and i didn't spend the night stoned in front of the computer.

Thursday was payday, which is always fun for about ten minutes until i pay some bills and realize i have no money left. I left the house early in the day but instead of turning left on hollis (towards groceries and tabs at the corner store), i turned right (towards Sam's & CD Plus). I had my heart set on a Howlin' Wolf CD. I not only picked up one of those, but finally acquired Clayton Park, which has been in heavy rotation. I also snatched up the Sam's 2004 compliation CD, for posterity more than anything else. The Howlin' CD is over produced and not what i was looking for at all, which was a bummer.

I missed out on the "new seattle" phase of Halifax...i was never that into Sloan or Jale or Thrush Hermit, yadda yadda yadda. In June of 2002, Ash & i drove to Toronto and we listened to Clayton Park late at night, between Edmunston & Riviere du Loup somewhere. It rocked. I haven't listened to it since. But since i bought it last week, i have listened to it more than a countable number of times. I love it. There will be more Hermit in my future (maybe when it's GST cheque season again).

Thursday was my day off, and i was very productive - running errands, buying cd's, paying bills and loving walking around in the sunshine. Then i remembered i was supposed to meet the Summit gang at the triangle! That was great and followed by a fun night at Tribeca where i was more than entertained by Tyler Messick, Benn Ross and Brent Randall (et al) .

After two fabulous days in the sun, the weekend was dedicated to the ASS. I even worked yesterday, spending six lovely hours scrubbing down the dairy & freezer cases with some of my esteemed coworkers.

Today the doorbell rang insistently and it didn't sound like anybody i knew, so i answered it. It was Canada Post, with a box full of goodies from Korea!!! Better than christmas.

I feel pretty solitary in general; got a few things on my mind that aren't worth writing about, and a determination (somewhat) to finally get the Velvet Underground cleaned up in order to precipitate a further cleansing of the mind.

...nobody's resentful...for the gift of life;
so uneventful.