NOW!…before it’s too late.
If it’s not too late already…
I mean, we all got to think about the Future*, right? Even those of us living under the pall of the
Vancouver Malaise for what turned out to be two weeks solid to the accompaniment of heater repairs and major electrical disruptions during which one could barely make it out of bed
beyond walking the dogs around the block in the morning. Friday’s big event was getting across the street to the bookstore to collect a little recreational reading as even lunch out had become a major accomplishment…
Sunday, the day Luz and Izel began their long trek back to BC, I mindlessly watched Daniel Pinchbeck mull over the apocalypse with fellow traveler Jamie Wheal, no one ever mentioning
Opus Dei’s desire for worldwide domination for some mysterious reason, while life here
went on, sometimes wetly although most of the time I was either too immersed in Cooder’s
LA Noir or just too out of it to notice…rahrrr! Dinosaur Go-carts came in as did a few more
confusing utility markings
and, two weeks to the day pretty much after it struck, the Malaise was sort of over. I was able to get to the market and Easy Jobs Electric was back for another long chaotic day during which we
had a lunch of Thai leftovers [the big event Wednesday being having been able to get across
the street for takeout] in the garden. So finally things are maybe looking up…”maybe” being the operative word here.
*Even if the NYT won’t let us read about it, it’s out there…and the future ain’t here, baby.
Sorry about the malaise but glad it’s lifting. Similar things at our house. Maybe it’s a response to the national (international?) f-ups. We all need to get well enough to see each other and whine and dine together.
Whine and dine…ha ha, and celebrate MANKA! [Make America North Korea Again] They may think this random bullshit makes them stronger but if they don’t wise up we’ll end up as impotently screwed as they are up in Pyongyang.
Vancouver malaise? Way to throw us under the bus! LOL. I thought it was a hospital malaise. Us resilient Vancouverites never got your dreaded malaise.
Whatever it is the cough certainly seemed familiar…slowly recovering [at 83 my resilience ain’t what it used to be]. You guys were lucky, wherever it came from…
I wish I didn’t think that it is probably already too late, and in any case the repair will be full of traps and signs that keep sending uS “BACK TO GO”
…if we can ever get back there.