
I’m all talked out at the moment, though I still have so much more to say.
Here is a picture of grass instead. I’m going to have a bath and read a book.
A day for show and sharing online media I’ve found and enjoyed recently.
Yesterday was on the verge of tears, feeling dis-empowered by interactions at work and with friends alike. I’m not sure if it was just exhaustion from my whirlwind trip on the weekend, or something else. But today, even with the grey, I am better again and instead of me complaining about the wretchedness of everything to my boss in Ottawa, he called me today to return yesterday’s favour. Today is his bad day. At the end of the call he said, “isn’t it good we can do this for each other?” Indeed, it is good to have a manager who understands bad days, and doesn’t pretend otherwise. Not to mention, he struggles with people having authority over him too, so we relate.
But I had French class last night, and then a date – and both things put me in a better frame of mind. The French class was amusing and the date was relaxed and really enjoyable even though I was exhausted. I woke up this morning and got excited by the peculiar light shining the buildings downtown gold and silver so I photographed my way to Uprising bakery for a muffin and Americano before returning home to work. I watercolourized one of those pictures in Photoshop and liked it so much I’m using it as my desktop picture right now. You can see it here.
It’s been productive today, and I’ve managed to get a big chunk of work almost finished. Once I get some input, I will be well on my way to completion and then can move on to the next big bit. I used to hate working from home because of the silence factor, but I find on this project that I need it otherwise I am next to useless. Really, I need four-hour stretches in which no one talks to me, otherwise the distraction totally destroys my ability to pick up again where I left off. My boss in Ottawa doesn’t care where I work, to him I’m just a voice on the phone or an email anyway. As long as he can get ahold of me during working hours where I say I am (at home, at the office) he’s satisfied that I’m working.
One thing I’ve been trying to decide about is where to go for holidays in January with my friend Aaron. We have a routine of doing an annual trip to the desert and yesterday I was thinking about that a bit. Arizona? New Mexico? Utah? I really would like to do the Moab, but not this year since Aaron and I will meet in LA (where he lives) and Utah would be a bit of a drive, as would NM. After some google image searches and a few forays into desert-hiking sites, I think I’ve settled on the Arizona side of the Sonora desert. It’s the hottest desert in the United States and it’s massive. Plus, it has flora and fauna different than the other deserts I’ve visited. I’m going to do a bit more poking about before I declare my final interest and dates to my friend, but I’m exciting for the hiking and the photographing already!
I’m up to it in meetings through the weekend, though at least I will be in Vancouver for them this time. Trips are getting rescheduled and postponed – though I am still due to fly out again on the 29th for 10 days in Ottawa. I’m hoping after that there will be nothing until Christmas (that is, I hope my canceled trips stay canceled!) because September and October have been way too hectic. Even for me!
Working from home today, I went to grab a coffee and noticed that with the grey clouds overhead, and the sun coming in through a break at the right angle from the east – the city looked like it was made of silver and gold. Had to grab the camera then. (The light is not coming out of the buildings, it is reflected on the buildings).
First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons – but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from two different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which has lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this. He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge that makes him suffer. So there is only one thing for the lover to do. He must house his love inside himself as best he can; he must create for himself a whole new inward world – a world intense and strange, complete in himself. Let it be added here that this lover about whom we speak need not necessarily be a young man saving for a wedding ring – this lover can be a man, woman, child, indeed any human creature on earth.
Now, the beloved can also be of any description. The most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love. A man may be a doddering great-grandfather and still love only a strange girl he saw in the streets of Cheehaw one afternoon two decades past. The preacher may love a fallen woman. The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed, and given to evil habits. Yes, and the lover may see this as clearly as anyone else – but that does not effect the evolution of his love one whit. A most mediocre person can be the object of love which is wild, extravagant and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp. A good man may be the stimulus for a love both violent and debased, or a jabbering madman may bring about in the soul of someone a tender and simple idyll. Therefore, the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.”
Carson McCullers, The Ballad of the Sad Cafe