I'm too tired and sleep deprived to write anything of substance.
Random facts....
-I had an odd dream about adopting a penguin as a child the other night
-I've been having inexplicable cravings for Thai Express tofu for the past month
-I just randomly and suddenly kicked my coffee habit again
-Wild turkeys scare me
-I think that the need to break into abandoned ski stations/ghost towns/old mini putt courses may indicate something
-I've discovered that pepperoni, if not cut up and cooked on a pizza, disgusts me
- I want a dog, but know I'm too inept to take care of one properly.
-I really miss my cat. Apparently the feeling is mutual.
- I'm totally avoiding dealing with some things that happened before I left in August, and I think this may be the reason that, with going home for the weekend approaching, I can't sleep. If you're one of the two people this refers to.... no idea where I stand, if an apology is forthcoming, if things will get fixed.
-I'm long overdue for a coffee-therapy session at St-Michel. Oh, mocha fudge and girl talks.
- Glee has now loaded.
I'm grappling with the idea of missing an alpine ski/snowboard season. Christmas break and the occasional escape to the Laurentians or Townships over the winter, while probably the average number of outings a skiier skis, seems inacceptable to me.
On the other hand, having a job and income does tend to outweigh sitting broke at my father's as a ski bum with nothing else.
On the other hand, people move, things change. Maybe this is my last chance before my friends back home get the same urge to take off as I had/have.
Thinking I should spend the summer "wintering" at a ski resort in New Zealand. Now there's balance for you.
The visa application is filled out, as are several instructor application forms for Coronet Peaks, Wanaka, and Cardrona. Ski!! From June til October!! Love-love-love. Sheep instead of wolves. There's a trade-off of sorts.
Oh so grumpy today. Randomly was incapable of sleep, and slept a grand total of 45 minutes overnight. Obviously now that I could potentially nap, my brain and body still do not desire sleep.
Reminiscent of when I used to work night shifts, and I'm none to fond of this groggy somewhat-stoned feeling of sleep deprivation. I also feel fully capable of wrestling bears and wolves and winning right now.
Okay, so I'll admit it. Sometimes, when the sun is shining, I actually do somewhat like fall.
In the event anyone wonders why I am so keen to go home for three days, here is my reason why:
As much as I'm not a fan of autumn, I need a good dose of Townships fall, and missing Owl's Head is just so not happening. And who can say no to pumpkin tasting foods?
Off to crash a wedding. No joke.
Yes, if you're wondering, that Cree town being shown on the news and in newspapers is where I live. Billy Diamond's death is pretty enormous as far as losses go, and the helicopters started arriving with media about 5 hours after I saw the ambulance fly by to the clinic.
School was, needless to say, cancelled towards the end of the day, and will be cancelled tomorrow as well.
When important members of the community pass away, everything comes to a stop here, with most businesses (all 5 of 'em) and the schools closing. Unlike the token symbolic half mast flags of Southern tradition, in Cree communities everyone actually attends the funerals as well. Weddings, on a related note, are pretty much also open to the general public. Notions of community, at least in Waskaganish for all its flaws, are much stronger here than in any small town or village I have seen back home.
As a former history student, the idea that I will be attending this funeral feels somewhat surreal.
If any of you Quebecois actually don't know who I'm referring to, you should: http://www.ottawacitizen.com/news/Cree+trailblazer+Billy+Diamond+dies/3605967/story.html
