at dawn they sleep

the fact that i remember what i was doing last year on canada day kinda freaks me out. i guess it makes sense though, considering the fact that it involved a host of cheeky anti-canada day festivities + george forman grilling at my house. as i recall, last year at this time my kiddy pool was already set up - but no one went in it. red and white cupcakes were eaten.

a friend of mine (who is from ottawa) remarked on how low-key canada day is here in vancouver. she has been finding her first year here to be a lot to adjust to. are west coasters less patriotic or just too laid back to care? hard to say. comparatively speaking, *nothing* happens on canada day in vancouver. who knew?

i don’t remember canada day being a big deal in winnipeg either, but that may have been because i was so much more interested in the onset of gay pride day. so really, who is to say whether the prairies get more excited about our national day than BC does? not me.

i hardly even noticed it was a holiday, truth be told. yesterday i woke up and finished washing massive piles of laundry over at L’s house. our 15 year old washing machine has called it quits, so i will be spending many hours washing clothing and linen at other people’s houses for the next week or two.

after clothing was dried and folded (5 hours later), L and i went to take a look at an apartment in new westminster. clearly, the apartment is $20,000 out of my price range (not that my mortgage broker would agree) and clearly i am in love with it and would make a down payment tomorrow - - - if i thought it was possible. i could easily call that place home.

the rest of my day was spend preparing food for today’s hair-chopping party and pressing about 200 buttons for a client.

it’s the day after canada day and instead of having a hangover, I have a sore back from hunching over the circle cutter + button press and i smell like garlic and mint from handling food yesterday. sounds good to me.