grace in small things. 108 of 365.

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  1. the jeep full of obviously gay men, with matching polo shirts and bleach blonde hair that drove past my office window this morning.
  2. the earplugs I wore all afternoon to drown out the sound of the buskers.
  3. no longer feeling as if my ear drums are trying to kill me.
  4. managing to eat and walk and not get food all over myself.
  5. the blog post that is going to come out of my trip to the symphony tonight.

grace in small things. 107 of 365.

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  1. recognizing a house in a reality show as the house in another reality show you used to watch.
  2. remembering that you shouldn’t feel guilty about not getting anything done all day because you are home sick and aren’t actually capable of getting anything done even if you wanted to.
  3. getting checked out by the young guys in the apartment building across the alley because it’s a nice change from getting checked out by the creepy old guy in the apartment building across the alley.
  4. hands that end up covered in balsamic glaze because it means that very soon chicken covered in balsamic glaze will be in your stomach.
  5. the lone mosquito in your apartment because it means that it’s summer.

grace in small things. 106 of 365.

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  1. the old woman on her scooter who said “watch yourself, love” as she passed a man on the sidewalk.
  2. the heart-shaped potato chip I found and then ate.
  3. coca-cola’s hybrid electric delivery truck.
  4. the look of sheer joy that came over my face when my friend brought me a giant freezie.
  5. actually writing something.

happy anniversary.

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A lot has happened in the last month.  I abused a pigeon with citrus, I rediscovered my love of picnics and I started dating someone pretty damn incredible.  I also had my first experience hearing gay sex through an open window on a hot day. 

A lot has happened in the last year.  I moved into my lovely little apartment, I began my epic battle against the pigeons and I discovered that I can overcome anything.  Except for the pigeons. 

A lot has happened in the last ten years.  I graduated from highschool, I spent a year figuring out what I wanted to do and I graduated from university.  I fell in love with India, realized that I was an artist, and packed up my life and moved somewhere I hadn’t been to since the fourth grade. 

A lot has happened in the last 26 years.  I learned to be brave when my mom left my father and we started a new life in the house that she fixed up by herself.  I met the teacher that would influence my life the most.  I got the chicken pox, learned that I had scoliosis and broke my foot showing off in dance class.  My mom fell in love with the man that would become my dad.  I travelled more places than many people get to see in their entire lives.  I met my half sister for the first time and I stopped being an only child.  I became an aunt.  I developed a phobia of frogs and then I overcame most of that fear.  I was picked on at school for years for being different.  I was the first person from my class to graduate from university.  I learned that no matter how much you love someone, sometimes you have to walk away.  I realized that I am talented, stubborn and fiercely loyal.  I fell in love with taking pictures.  I stopped forgetting my camera at home.  And I started to write.

don’t tell PETA.

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I threw a lime at a pigeon a few weeks ago.  I hit him square in the back.  The satisfying thud was short lived because he was only startled enough to fly two feet away and then he turned around and landed on a different part of my balcony.  I would have cried if I could have stopped yelling.

What possessed me to throw citrus?  I don’t really know.  The pigeon wasn’t afraid of me, and there was half of a lime just sitting in my glass.  So I threw it.  In retrospect, perhaps it was not my best moment.  But in my defence, the pigeons started it.