Tuesday, November 1, 2005

foot in shoe I once had a life like a foot in a shoe tied up tight some walkin' to do. I once had a life like an egg in a nest cozy with feathers round and at rest I once had a life like a creek full of stones moving through currents rolling like bones I once had a life like a brick in a wall part of the big but still rather small I once had a life like a grape on a vine sweet, but always just ready to whine I once had a life And I've had it, tis true but now all I want is just to have you. 10:07:11 PM    well, yes, but...  [] the rant that precipitation, well... precipitated It's raining. I know, I know. I live in Vancouver. Everyone knows it rains here. And it's so green! And lush! What a lovely place to be. Don't you dare complain about the rain! Point taken. But it sounds like someone's been running a bath outside my window for hours now. This isn't just rain -- this is the Big Gulp machine at 7-11, and I am about to become one with the drench. I bought an umbrella a couple weeks ago. This was exciting, since I'd previously been using an old Gore-Tex jacket that has seen much better days to protect me from the downpour. The umbrella was a vast improvement on wandering around looking like a slightly sporty Ewok with my hood up and sleeves dragging low. Well. I took said umbrella to a coffee shop to sit and work with my roommate on our respective laptops. Right as we settled in, she noticed that our favourite table opened up, so I went to reserve it for us with bag and laptop in hand... but not umbrella. It was gone when I went back to check. Of course it was. This is Vancouver. I might as well have left a twenty-dollar bill on the chair. I miss my umbrella -- it was a snazzy little black model, easily stored in my satchel in case of monsoon days like this one. I WANT IT BACK. NOW. Instead, I shall tug on the jacket and enjoy wet legs and hood-hair and the strange feeling of having water run off your coat and pool under your butt while you sit on the bus -- leaving a charming damp spot in an area where no damp spot is actually charming. Grrr. Umbrella taker, if you are out there... if you happen to read this entry while Googling for "other places to steal nice umbrellas"... know that you have left me high and damp. If I see you with my brolly, I will wrestle you for it, mark my words. Wow -- I think it's actually raining even harder now. Maybe I'll just put a Glad bag over my clothes and be done with it. Love to all. And pass me a tarp. 7:04:45 AM    well, yes, but...  []

© Copyright 2006 Meg Fowler. Last update: 3/4/06; 2:29:44 PM.