
It was so great to hang out with our friends in Victoria for the weekend. We toodled along the waterfront, Squishy strapped herself into a plastic ball and rolled down a bouncy castle ramp, saw some David Foster event replete with paparazzi at the Fairmont, ate gelato, checked out Beacon Hill park, ate lentils, drank (awesome) Valpolicella, went to Goldstream park, had lunch in Sidney and then headed home.
I love Squishy and Skyhammer.
It was funny. We got to their place (which Microsoft was paying for while they are waiting to move into their own supercool place in Chinatown) and I just had this funny thought about how "adult" we were. Sharing meals. Having conversations about therapy and the state of the environment. Talking about shit we'd been through and our hopes and dreams and our perspectives. It was so nice - I just can't underscore this enough - so nice to be able to chat with great friends and good wine until past midnight and feel like I wasn't alone, on more than one level.
We had a smoothie and teff for breakfast. I like teff. I am going to buy some teff and lentils like the goddamn hippy I am.
This morning when we were at Goldstream park there was an "event" (namely helping to clean up an estuary) but this "event" had Salt Spring Island coffee and so I grabbed a cup and wandered around the Nature Centre and met a bunch of very nice people concerned about the park and the wildlife, and who just genuinely cared about things and it's just the random things like that that make me happy.
On the ferry home, like a loser, I picked up the follow up book to "The Wealthy Barber" and read maybe a quarter of it. The first part touches on many things, one of which is the pleasure centre and how when we buy something shiny and new it loses its lustre and how to be truly rich you must be grateful for what you have.
And man, am I ever grateful for what I have.
I have so very, very much.
You live such a zen life....
ReplyDeleteLOL. I just write to make it seem like that. In real life it's much more frenetic with moments of glaring stupidity and loud noises.
ReplyDeleteSo when did you start working at a Title 1 public school?
ReplyDeleteNice post..he he at the comments.
ReplyDeleteWe is a witty bunch. ;)
ReplyDeleteYou call it witty, I call it Smart Ass!
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