Just Another Day in San Diego

Nearly a ten degree difference. 🤣 but of course it’s warmer in Edmonton than San Diego.

But, there is the grass. And the ocean. And the flowers. Edmonton has none of those.

California has taught me a few things. First, don’t do drugs. Second, don’t do plastic surgery. Third, don’t trick ride on electric scooters no matter how harmless it may seem, I’m lucky I am not in the hospital or dead with a cracked skull tonight, and my ribs seem broken, and my body hasn’t been this skinned up in a while. Not fun. But it was fun until I bit the pavement while horsing around. Horsing makes you humble. And road rashed.

So now I’m icing and watching lame hotel room tv. And considering drinking too much to take more edge off the pain when I move, or lift my arm, or breathe. But hey. It’s a pretty view.

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Souvenirs

Save please, these soft souvenirs, of snow & feather

and the russet wind chiming against the ache-old trees

sage blooms of buds clustered on the beams of winter-worn bows

I’ve felt the wine of the grapes, gurgle forth, sweetly running like the stream

I’ve dreamt the desolation of the sound, wrapped about my chest, swaddling me in cold & crying, gasping like mourner’s breath

Gladly, you always sing, so gladly, despite all these griefs, against reason—it’s like treason against humanity

I feel again, that rising chill, and winter sits soft with me…

snowy drizzle scalping me, finding every last warmth in me, ice picking, chiseling, slowly, skillfully destroying me

All this enormity, whispering in each helpless flake.

My Split Personality

First of all, I have a husband that loves thrifting & auctions. So I’m blaming him. If it weren’t for him finding strange things for very reasonable prices, I don’t believe I’d suffer this mild split.

Some years ago, we decided we liked the mid century modern look, teak preferred. Right around the time we figured this out, apparently so do the rest of society. So we had found for super cheap a dining room cabinet & then splurged on a dining table and chairs to match. For the last couple years we’ve lived with these pieces despite some complaining by our kids, who seem to be of more classic taste.

So despite the difficulty in recovering these myself, therefore two were still awaiting new upholstery, this was the general look of the dining room. The only issue I had, is after six plus months of indoor living with a side of mid life perimenopausal craziness, I definitely feel the need to purge my house and clean and declutter. My husband found a French Provincial set at auction for, $150. Seven chairs, hutch, table. So, after this stuff being kidded up with some marker, the chairs not being completed, and the cabinet being a stuff magnet for the pack rats of my life, I agreed to sell this stuff and replace it with the French Provincial.

In all honesty, I prefer mid century when the WHOLE home is done in it. But we are ‘eclectic’ & most of what we have is more classic than this. It would go more with FP, especially once I redo it to go with the colours better.

So, crazy as this is, we had never researched our mid century furniture names, it turns out Dyrlund tables & chairs are massive collectors pieces. And so are Clausen & Son bowtie cabinets. So, we are replacing our mid century that is worth quite a lot, with our less desirable FP which was picked up so cheap.

Our kids are thrilled. For the most part they hated the teak. Myself, it did clash with the floor tones and after six months indoors it was really grating on my nerves. That’s what indoor mid life does to a mind. Everything that doesn’t ‘work’ will drive a woman insane.

So this is the new old set that my kids are horrified to hear I want to lighten up by painting it. But I suspect one summer day I will.

On a plus side I inherited what is left of my great grandmothers China set from the forties. And it looks cute to be in a cabinet again. First time since she owned it.

So I feel super granny-ish now. I knit. I have a China cabinet. I’m not sure I’m embracing this since I prefer pottery & succulents & fibre art & quirky things in general. So I think painting the China cabinet will make me feel less polished & ancient despite my kids protests.

So maybe it isn’t a split personality as much as accepting that my house will never be exactly what I like & want. But who in the real realm has what they want. We usually are happy for just a home & hot water & everything else is just gravy. Seriously. I am thankful for the fact I have a bed & heat & a roof & a warm shower everyday.

I miss poetry writing these days. But frankly, I feel zero inspiration. Nothing. I’m at a solid stand still & it seems the well has run dry. It had only been a trickle for a long while anyways. I miss it. But it’s a husk of words without the inspiration so most days the grubby part of me that writes has just quieted & I’m all right with that too.

I’m Totally Allowed to Complain About Winter…

…but not as loudly as others since I am going to somewhere sunnier and above zero in a week.

They say, we’ve now officially broken the record for days in a row with some amount of the day below zero. Climate change is a true thing, and it’s so contrary to my frail human mind. We haven’t had much sun either despite our lengthening days. Massive light deprivation.

Today it’s grey & snowy. Again. 😖 and the forecast doesn’t offer much relief. How exhausting.