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kenton directing the shotdelon sending one offamy and haylee in traditional curling attire
apparently this is becoming more of a photo blog as opposed to the confabulation of wit and adventure that i had originally endeavored. writing is proving too bromidic, and when the trouble is suffered, the results are less than inspiring. however, photography is rousing my enthusiasm and demanding more of my time and money than i have to offer, at least without consequence, at this stage. perhaps i'm just one of those folks who thinks in images, and as a result finds more creative fulfilment through visual expression.

so i figured that i would just post some photographs of our recent westside outdoors excursion to the not-so-outdoors marpole curling club, foregoing words with the intention that the story would tell itself. according to my sister, this is not the case; and so, to relieve any anxieties or misunderstandings, these words have been offered. thanks for hanging in there.

posts

posts at lighthouse park beach, point roberts, washington.

obstinate

this is my sister, in the red. i like her.

after turning the house inside out in search of some matches to light the barbeque, i finally got it started. it took several minutes to burn off the leftovers of my last charbroiling session, and then the coals had warmed sufficiently enough for the chicken to go on. no sooner had i returned to the kitchen to fetch the basting sauce, did a storm the likes of which vanhattan hasn't seen in years begin to pelt our poor weather-sensitized citizens with hail and sleet and snow and wind and other such things that i'm no longer used to. because of my espousal of mother's obstinate all-season barbequeing, i too braved the meteorological adversity with an equanimity anchored solely by my hunger. and let me tell you, it was almost worth it. it certainly would have been; that is, if the chicken hadn't been stored in the fridge for several days too many.

ps

as a post-script to my previous entry, i don't intend to sound glum. rather, i wish to express my pining for change and for adventure, and at the same time, my sadness at the prospect of leaving my home of the past four years.

of the gladdest moments in human life, methinks, is the departure on a distant journey into unknown lands. shaking off, with one mighty effort, the fetters of Habbit, the leaden weight of Routine, the cloak of many Cares, the slavery of Home, one feels once more happy. the blood flows with the fast circulation of childhood....a journey, in fact, appeals to Imagination, to Memory, to Hope - the three sister Graces of our moral being. (sir richard francis burton, in his novel zanzibar)

mixed

photograph taken from my sister and adjusted.

a busy week has kept my mind occupied. helping me to mature were my westside church friends at homegroup on monday night, and bringing me back to my mid-to-late teenage years were mxpx on tuesday night. that's right- mxpx. but even that was an instance of maturation; if they had truly brought me back to the middle of my adolescence, i still would have been the oldest person at the punk rock show. the twelve-year-old girls beside me laughed condescendingly when mike herrera and i were the only ones shouting out the lyrics to my life story. they snickered again when i asked who hedley is. and they scoffed when bryan and i left before finding out.

i took wednesday and thursday off and was absolutely contented to do nothing as long as it wasn't work. and that's just about exactly what i did. or didn't do. what i mean is that i didn't really do anything. although i think that i spent more money on food and drink this week than i actually earned. i don't know if i feel guilty about that or not. but what i don't feel guilty about whatsoever, in fact what i feel unequivocally mirthful about, is that my last day at my job is march 31st. following closely on the heels of my upcoming emancipation will be many contrasting emotions. all of them are strong although they are mixing together into various shades of uncertainty: happiness is the same as sadness, excitement intermingles with anxiety, welcome is infused with regret. i'm leaving vancouver.