1. breakfast in bed.
2. talking through problems.
3. a friend’s 30th birthday.
4. a friend’s 31st birthday.
5. an all around good day.

1. being handy with tools.
2. navy blue blazers.
3. annual haircutting traditions.
4. a fun and busy weekend ahead.
5. quiet date nights.

It is not a happy time in my city.  I never thought I would ever experience something like this in my lifetime.  And it makes me so fucking sad.

1. that many of the people I care about no longer live downtown.
2. that everyone else is safe.
3. all of the people who are just as ashamed as I am.
4. the moment when the door opened and my boyfriend came home.
5. tomorrow being a new day.

 

1. meals that look like art.
2. not always eating like a bachelor when left to my own devices.
3. the nicknames people collect over the years.
4. hearing all of the town gossip.
5. the sound of a fishing line being cast.

1. working on a project I’ve wanted to tackle for months.
2. watching sex and the city while laying around in my silk robe.
3. warm edamame covered in coarse sea salt.
4. the light at 9pm.
5. hanging out with myself.

1. replacing my very broken wallet.
2. picking up newly developed photographs.
3. falling in love with something I made.
4. a whole weekend filled with art projects.
5. making myself feel pretty.

1. not spilling hot coffee on myself.
2. smarties that match the colours of the photographs I’m working on.
3. making lots of pretty things to sell.
4. fixing all my ailments with poutine.
5. shower acoustics.

1. engineering terms that make me think of men’s genitalia.
2. coworkers who cook lunch for me.
3. getting a cab on game night.
4. being part of a surprise.
5. getting home early.

1. real life boy scouts.
2. being inspired by a craft store.
3. palm trees and lavender in the same garden.
4. trying on hats.
5. almost the end of the week.