- the man wearing hip waders who may or may not have been authorized to be walking around in the rich people’s pond.
- the strange positions kids sleep in.
- making loud stompy noises in my echoing stairwell.
- hot cops and their firemen friends.
- my new glasses.
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grace in small things. 157 of 365.
- the mother who had trained her son to spray her bare legs with a water bottle while out in the hot sun.
- the funny shadows my pigtails made on the concrete as I walked.
- surviving the newfangled bike lane/pedestrian madness on the bridge.
- the man getting a hand job from his boyfriend while driving home because that’s what happens when you live in Vancouver and it’s Pride week.
- being handed the keys to my new air conditioned office.
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and this is why i’m not moving back to the prairies anytime soon.
grace in small things. 156 of 365.
- unintentionally witty friends.
- successfully drugging the cat.
- how perfectly a ziploc bag full of frozen peas nestles around a sprained toe.
- cold showers.
- being able to lay around naked when it’s hot because I don’t have roommates.
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grace in small things. 155 of 365.
- lessons in humility and being forced to wear disposable sunglasses in public.
- miming entire sections of stories.
- friends who gently caress my plant.
- putting things in boxes and liking it.
- things that sound dirty but aren’t.
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grace in small things. 154 of 365.
- the satisfying whooshing sound when someone uses a machete to cut corn.
- cats who obsessively lick the drawer where the catnip is stored.
- 27 year olds who revert back to their twelve year old self, circa 1989, complete with bright pink toe nail polish and a head band.
- little birds splashing around in puddles.
- the young woman who went running after a piece of paper that escaped from the pile of stuff I was carrying down the street.
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