This weekend I was off to Nanaimo, to do Prom makeup for a friends daughter. I rushed from work to make the 3 pm ferry, I missed it. I was stuck at Horse Shoe Bay for 1.5 hours. I walked around the little village The cutest thing I saw was a couple, just married. The Bride had a full gown on, and the groom a Tux. They were on a bench alone, eating burgers. laughing , smiling..my cell was dead so I couldn't even ask for a picture.
Most times I enjoy the ferry ride.
This weekend was incredibly over crowded. I sat by the corner window, with my new book and would occasionally people watch. It doesn't matter where I go I always meet one person. I was sitting with a lovely world traveler of about the age of 60. I made a random comment, "you know you are old, when you realize, your makeup suitcase is difficult to pull" She laughed and offered to watch my items if I wanted to do "A walkabout" I think she was South African.
I did go on a walk about, I saw the married couple on the sun deck, holding each other. I had a small vision that they probably had met on the ferry originally. I thought it was incredibly romantic.
I went to the gift store to look for the wooden rings, non in stock. I made my way back to my area.
I recognized a man, who looked at me..and discreetly got up from his seat.
A few seconds later, a lady with two kids went to that spot and said, "I guess daddy went to get our drinks"
The man cautiously came back glancing at me again. Turning his head to avoid my stare. I realized I was starring and tried to go back to my book. Then it hit me. This man was on POF, and had asked me out, he had a completely false identity. I bore a hard stare at his head. (ASSHOLE) I then saw him say something about noise and him and his family moved to another area. I could not believe it.
A man was sitting across from where I am sitting, he is in the cafeteria side, bobbing his head to his earphones. He looked about age 45, had two large water bottles beside him, shorts. He looked like he just biked on the ferry or something. He smiles, comes and sits 4 seats away, As he gets up, he has quadruplets in his belly.
Well at least hes trying to be healthy, I thought! As the ferry docks, we all move like cattle to the area to depart.
The man..follows sits on a bench, pulls out his cigarette pack, tears off the top, starts picking his teeth, after each pick, he spits into the area with people. So much for thinking the man is trying to get healthy, on that one.
A Filipino man, who clearly had trouble with his 3 small boys is now standing by me. The one just screams, "ehhh" pointing to the vending machine. We are about to depart and the brat wants a large chocolate bar. I look at the man and say don't give in, with a smile. The brat punches the machine yelling 'Ehhhhh" I looked at the little fat boy and said, "no baby, you are going home, daddy has no money".. the dad tries for a second, and then the brat screams, "Ehhhh!!!!!!!!"
The dad is looking for change in his wallet " I am thinking, "are you fucking kidding me?" I say to the man, "hey we can all handle a little screaming don't worry about it", The older man in front of me, clearly disturbed by the previous behaviors we all saw on the whole duration of the ferry rife, says, "speak for yourself!"
I am disappointed the man gets him a chocolate bar, no thank you, the kid (age 3) runs buy the window and eats the whole thing in 5 minutes , then runs back to the machine. The brat throws the wrapper on the floor.
Thank God, we are moving to get off the ferry.
Just as we do, The Chef of the kitchen comes out and says, " Hi Folks, I am going to have to get you to move away from this line, sorry for the inconvenience !" Then he says, " Any Canuck fans here?" No one says a word..lol, The Chef then says, " So what's the differences from a cigarette machine and the Canucks?"
"You can always find Players in there! Ba bunt ba, thanks for riding BC Ferry's always a pleasure!"
The best part was at the end, with the tall thin man, in the tan uniform with a knuckle toe in the front, a fat gold chain and Tom Sellek mustache.
The actual trip to see my friends was heaven. I was able to sleep with the window wide open and only hear the frogs and owls hooting and the frog songs. What I would give to live there. and sleep with fresh air into my bedroom and not have to worry. The spare room has a tall window overlooking the street, there is a telescope to use. It is the perfect writers space. The daughters room is a loft..with amazing windows, I used to stay in there.
During the time I wasn't doing make up, I was wrapped in blankets with the starry sky peeping in through the window wrapped up in my book of Holly, Jen and Amanda in Peru doing the Inca Trail in Peru. Sigh..
I know in my heart I need to make the dream of the life style I want and envision, very soon.
The last night the girls and I watched PS I LOVE YOU, the movie. The Irish men are incredible sexy, and once again I found myself bawling my eyes out. This time watching the movie it wasn't the incredible love letters that made me weep, it was the scene where the star has a bunch of billboards made of what she is going to do with her life after mourning the death of her husband..
This is exactly how I feel! I do not know what my next step is going to look like in life and it scares the shit out of me, because I have to take risks and plunge into to it. I know its possible, a friend of mine is doing it right now.
I think the most difficult thing for me right now is going to my friends houses. They have houses with yards, garden sheds n tools, patio furniture and are planning their next trip. I feel like I am living like a 20 year old ready to pack up my shit hole and throw it in storage and leave, and really have no god dam direction in life.
On the way to the parking lot with my friends, I realized I could not find my keys, my two friends had left, the other two off to Vegas and my cell was dead. I ended up in the park aide for 30 mins unloading my entire suitcase. I found them, but then as I started to drive out a song came on. Today is the day my father died, one year ago, it was also Mothers Day and my sons had not called, sent flowers or a card, and most times do not even acknowledged all the gifts I gave them in life, not for the last 8 years anyway. I had a full melt down, crying so hard I could hardly see the road. I hate today.
I think I am overly over sensitive this week, I mean I have been home for 4 hours and I want to rip my goddamn hair out with the fucking kid upstairs screaming and running and yelling and banging. I have worked elementary schools that don't have children such as this. I need to find a roommate and move to North Van.
That's it- I'm so done. My oldest son, texted he loved me, then called. I felt a little better. I talked to two guy friends, and felt even more relieved that I will be ok.
So I started looking for places for rent, this is a Sunday event, not much there, however I did find a rather delusional advertisement on Kijjii that I thought Id play with it and wrote her.
Date Listed 11-May-13
Pet Friendly Yes
I'm looking for a home for myself female mid 30's and my lovely 6 year old British bulldog. We are long term residence in the right place.
We would like a bright spacious apt with high ceilings and proper sound proofing. A full Bathroom, Laundry and Cable, Heat, Hydro and Parking included.
Ideally a garden suite in a neighborhood near a Yyoga studio. These studios are located in the High gate Burnaby, Lynn valley North Vancouver, Kits, Downtown areas. I work in Film and Television. When working I have my dog in dog care. She rarely stays home alone. I am flexible with rental fees for the right place.
I am a respectable, peaceful and quiet tenant.
I don't drink and do enjoy one or two cigs at the end of my day outside . I am looking for a landlord that is respectful, and peaceful.
Please contact the connecting address if you have a place that fits.
Not asking for much hey? How about a 6 foot ceiling, 4 foot in the shower, 2 bedroom, Asian tub, 3 foot length and 2 foot width. Ant infested, Bollywood tenants upstairs for 700? No laundry, own carport and garden. Friendly RAT Neighborhood.
No dishwasher. 5 mins to YYOGA. Cute interior, two kitchen windows open, however the entire place has 6 windows making it fairly bright. Private entry. Water enhancing sounds during toileting and showering.
Pet friendly ..of coarse. The neighbors are pigeon breeding, and they frequently come to say Hi and lay shit on my BBQ.
Ok, I'm sorry your ad is just somewhat highly un realistic, have you considered a roommate because typically what you are asking for is $1400 minimum and currently their have not been anything you described for 4 yrs, because I have been looking. Best of luck.
I often look up writers spaces and how I could create a space, thus far mine is quite dismal, this also has to change, found some neat looking ones this week:
Below are offices that are very unique in far away places, great spaces!
And so...My search continues.
Well this was my weekend
BTW, Paulo V, Fuck off with my spelling errors, I'm not in the mood.
GVix Signing off