that day

the leaves seemed more green

on that tree out front

we discussed what shade of green that might be

celadon? no, you said

too pale.

emerald!

that’s darker –

apple?

no

– more blue

jade?

maybe jade!

like your mother’s necklace –

the one from chinatown

on the silk cord

a rose carved out of smooth, cool stone.

is it still in the box with

her rings and your grandmother’s pearls

in the drawer at the end of the dresser?

we blinked at the sun through the branches.

so that’s what colour that is?

jade?

I don’t know, you said.

there are so damn many shades of green.

I wish I had a pet penguin. I think I could make him happy. Certainly I would never mock his waddle, and I’d wear black and white to make him feel at ease. But how at ease can you feel when you’re short, round, and fall over a lot? Oh, wait  think I already know the answer to that. I don’t trust people that don’t have any favourites in life. I can’t imagine being that magnanimous or that malcontent. I wish I had a car that was powered by Kool-Aid — one that would change the colour of the Kool-Aid you chose every time you filled it up. I think I’d fill it with Cherry Kool-Aid more often than not, but never, ever Sharkleberry Fin. So much can be accomplished by staring into space — the more I do it, the more I find that my mind clears, and thoughts come one at a time, rather than fifty at a time. The only problem is when the one thought is something like, “Sky is blue” or “toe itchy”. I’m not gonna save the world with that crap. I thought for about ten seconds that I was technologically astute, then I repeatedly typed ‘giggle’ instead of ‘Google’ into my URL line in Firefox today. Six or seven times. I kept wondering who stole Google, and if the world had suddenly slipped off its axis a little more, and then I realized it was just my mind that had slipped into space. On the other hand, I heard someone talking about the Port of Vancouver today, and I pictured a USB. I feel really badly for carbs and the horrid reputation they’ve gotten from diet doctors and the media. I mean, they are often the sweetest, nicest things in the world, and yet we’re told that they’re BAD! BAD! It’s like slapping your grandma when she offers you some pie. Sure, she’s a little slow and heavy, but she’s just trying to fill you up, for heaven’s sakes! And PROtein just sounds arrogant! Is the correct pronunciation ‘jujubes’ or ‘jujubees’? I’m confused by that more than I care to admit, but I can never bring myself to ask. It seems like something I should already know. I spilled Hawaiian Tropic Oil at the beach once, and sure enough, a duck walked over and got stuck in it. But he got a sweet tan.

Five things that have defined my day thus far:

1. Rampant and inexplicable sneezing and a tremendously itchy ear
2. The fact that the weather seems to change every time I look out the window
3. Curtis says my cinnamon tea smells like a urinal puck
4. I am absolutely convinced that it’s Tuesday, to the point where I have checked the calendar three times
5. A deeply-rooted desire to lie on the beach, toes in sand

I didn’t say these things would be related, did I?

This week has been a bizarre cocktail of moodiness and grinning optimism.

Half the time I’ve been raring to start new civilizations and sing arias, while the rest of the time I’ve wanted nothing more than a clubhouse sandwich and a long nap.

I’m not sure what’s up. Perhaps I’ll achieve some sort of balance this weekend, but I wouldn’t hold out for normalcy.

The only thing I seem to have in abundance is rain.

So:

1. Plans this weekend?
2. Song currently playing?
3. Favourite shade of food colouring?
4. Cold cut of choice?
5. Word used most often today?
6. If you could set Meg up with any celebrity, it would be?
7. Your middle name is?
8. Your favourite office supply?
9. If you were a film genre, you would be?
10. Complete this sentence: “I often wonder why…”