Outside, cats grapple with each other in the dark. Also, men laugh loud, giggle, the whooping laughter of drunks. Tuesday night. That distant and particular hum of a bus going down the street.
My brain feels stimulated; I feel stimulated. I went out for dinner to that Vietnamese place on Fort Street with Steph. We hadn't seen each other in a while, but it was gratifying to eat together, and talk, and pontificate. We've made plans for it to be a regular thing, with writing - starting next week. Film reviews to start. We're both aching for some creative projects and some focus so I forsee good things developing. I enjoy talking about art with her. We reminisced a little about the "good old days," when Joy and Matt were still in town, and talked about how well things seem to be going for them. Us? We have our pits but we're crawling out of them.
Tomorrow I'm going to get up early and type a letter to Joy on the old Remington 1931. Then I have to go to work, but it's only four hours and I can go to the comic shop afterward for the week's haul. There's a dinner party planned at Dan's house in the evening. I have every intention of having a wonderful day after today's sketchy circumstances.
I'm going to go write a story now.
Comments (1)
ben!
I do miss you so! and victoria! and the busses!
*sigh* I had too benn hoping to get some writing done with samara when I was last in victoria, but when you're just a visitor it is so hard to sit down and make real worthwhile appointments. time just flies. and now here, I roam the streets seemingly aimless as I'm still mostly jobless (have one offer but they still need to get students before they can offer me hours)...*sigh* the ease of life in canada, but maybe I'm just romanticizing it...
anyways, I think of you guys lots...
Posted by tara | October 19, 2006 3:54 AM
Posted on October 19, 2006 03:54