am back in canada and glad to be here in the city i’ve called home for these past eight years: summer heat, sunlight until 10 pm, friends and acquaintances at every turn, new plans and schemes for a better way of doing everything. i have a bad cold that has knocked me on my ass these past several days, and i didn’t get that rad job i interviewed for, but it’s all okay… because gardens are exploding with greenery and produce, and as soon as i have the energy again i’m going to get canning and pickling and jamming. a friend just harvested her first honey from the bees she got last october, and now my neighbours and i are talking about keeping our own hives on the flat roof of our house. we celebrated the national holiday with conversations about colonialist/imperialist mindsets in canada vs. australia, cuddling gamin, and drinking too much wine, then later watching bike polo and playing with a baby in a park, while avoiding downtown where the police were illegally searching the bags of pedestrians for alcohol (wtf??!!!). still haven’t been to the lake, but that’ll happen soon.
i just re-read this post and realized how nonsensical it is, but am going to put it up anyway because i think it’s an accurate representation of how fried i feel right now. jet-lag plus cold equals one run-down feral g.