as Queen puts it...

...another blip bites the dust.

no amusing anecdotes or dating blunders to blame this time around.
boy just didn't dig girl enough for girl's liking.
there's an ounce or two of pride floating around somewhere for recognizing what was what and doing something about it...but also a good few litres of bummed outness.

girl sad.

speaking of litres....wine comes in litres....

Speaking up

This morning I wrote the Mayor an email.

Walking home last night I was deeply unnerved by the nerve of a store blasting its air conditioning with the doors wide open. This practice is such an unnecessary waste. With front page stories about the strain on the grid and and all of the recent attention on energy conservation, it is very unfortunate that this still happens.

I don't expect much will be done but given I wasn't sure else how to make a difference, I thought it was at least something.

Of course I suppose I could have gone into the store and asked to speak to the manager and politely yet firmly voiced my concern...but that would have been well...hard.

purging

sometimes cleaning out your inbox and sent mail files can just feel so darn....good.
there is something liberating and exciting about cleaning out the moments that have passed to make room for all the conversations to come.

SMS

A rather humourous snippet of a text exchange one recent friday evening...

From: 4169535662
Is it crazy stormy where u r

To: 4169535662
No, it's passed....umm, who is this?

From: 4169535662
Oops - hi G - how r u

To: 4169535662
Im good but again, I don't recognize the number....who is this?

From: 4169535662
Lol - its alan

To: Alan
How is it you still have my number when you haven't bothered to dial it in a year?

From: Alan
Lol - guilty - we should get 2together

To: Alan
That my friend would require you asking me out properly.

From: Alan
Plans 2night?

Clams

Arriving home from a morning ride along the lake and up through some ne'r before explored (at least by yours truly) paths along the Humber, I stopped off to grab a coffee, the paper and the new issue of Vanity Fair.

As I hatched my plan to while a few hours away on my balcony, which after a mini-makeover has become my new favourite room, I thought to myself, "...happy as a clam".

And promptly wondered, what makes clams so happy?

I googled the answer and it now makes a bit more sense.

I thought about explaining it here but realized that those still indulging my 2stepping a) might already know the answer, b) will research it on their own if they are that curious or c) are content to let clams be happy for no other reason than they can be, and recognize that sometimes it's nice to not question the why.

lights out

Since my high school "Eco Club" days (some might have said Geeko Club since being an envirojunkie in the early 90's wasn't quite as vogue as it is now), I have always held a soft spot for the planet and tried to do my part. Recently, like everyone else it seems, I've tried to work a little harder at 'being green' .

I use cloth tote bags, buy post-consumer recycled kitchen bags, eat local/organic as often as I can, switched light bulbs, limit my use of air conditioning in both car and home, keep my car's maintenance up to snuff, copying two-sided at work and I'm using my bike, legs and public transit more often than hopping in the Civic. And recycling. Always recycling.

So a few weeks ago I ordered a dimmer switch for the halogen lights in my kitchen/dining room. Despite being in a condo and not actually knowing whose consumption i'm paying for, I thought spending a few bucks to help lighten the load would be a nice thing to do.

Today I went to pick it up.

'That will be $107.11'.

At first I thought a $1.07? Awesome..that $3 rebate coupon came in handy.

Ya, that $3 wasn't really doing squat.

The dimmer switch is still at the store....unfortunately, that's just too much green to get green.
I'll just keep the lights off and cook in the dark.

think before you speak..

...is only helpful advice when one actually knows and understands what thoughts are actually mucking about in said brain and how they all fit together. Otherwise, a jumble of words tend to tumble out, leaving one to figure out what to do with them on the fly. And, more often than not, likely results in the undoing of any level of cool one might have previously developed.

*lightly banging head against desk*

So where do you see yourself in two years?

Last night over a decadent dinner of all things...well decadent, R (the new blip currently hanging out on my radar) asked me where I saw myself in two years.

I still don't know what my answer is.

So feeling somewhat self-conscious over looking like a lost lamb or flake with no real direction (and failing miserably at such a fundamental interview question), I decided to sit down to write a bit and see what i might stumble upon as a *real* answer.

And it was here I re-read my last post and realized that back then, I didn't have much of a clue where I wanted to be two years out either. But in that time I carved out better places and spaces, ones I didn't know existed, and achieved things that would never have found their way on to any laundry list of goals I would have set for myself.

So...where do I see myself two years from now?

Hopefully, looking back the way I am now and equally content to just enjoy the ride.