I got one of those meal kit boxes for free. Did not care for it. Back to regular grocery shopping I guess.
I confess that I’m having a very strong feeling of mistrust about this person that I’m seeing. I have a feeling that they lied to me about what they were doing this past weekend, and why they couldn’t see me. I was having this feeling even before they told me late last night that they’d been trying to reach me all day but couldn’t. Since there is no evidence of any missed calls or texts or voicemails, it just didn’t ring true. I know it’s possible, but then again...there’s this feeling. I tend to be quite intuitive so I’m giving this feeling some serious attention.
To look on the bright side of this pandemic. I think the good things are: getting away with doing nothing for a while, being more grateful for everything, doing a lot of deep thinking and meditation, bonding more with certain friends than we would normally. We get closer when there is a crisis. It strips away all the superficial bs and busy-ness and judgement that people are normally preoccupied with constantly when things are going ‘well.’ Many people get big egos in times of abundance and forget about all the important things and start getting too competitive. In a way, this pandemic is stripping us all down to our cores and creating more genuine connections.
Flour. Unsalted butter. Leftover Thai chicken soup stock. 1/2 cup rice. Leftover cheddar. Salt. Pepper. Undeglazed sauce pan from lunch (sauteed smoked turkey meat). Had nothing else left in the kitchen and it turned out tastier than I thought it would.
Years ago I was driving south to the ferry terminal to pick up me mum. On the way there I was the first car in line waiting at a red light. The folks going the other way had a advance left turn arrow. Every car that went by in front of me was driven by a guy with a moustache. And it wasn’t even November!
But just because I’m in a wheelchair doesn’t mean I’m totally useless. I know you’re heart is in the right place and I appreciate you wanting to help but when I drop something and repeatedly say to please leave it, PLEASE leave it, PLEASE LEAVE IT, then please leave it for me to pick up myself. I know I’m going to hear from a lot of you thinking I’m ungrateful but I’m not. It’s just that there is something infuriating about someone diving into my space trying to help. It would make a person feel less pathetic if you were to first offer help or wait to be asked.
Once again, I apologize for snapping at you.
The ones who are not living in Vancouver but post mean stuff about Vancouver on the confessions. No, you're not allowed to hate anymore.
Now that I don't live in Vancouver, my parents can't guilt me about how cold the temperature is at home.
I had the pleasure of sitting next to a very sexy stranger for three hours. It made it hard to focus on my reading. Definitely not complaining. If only every outing to the tea shop could have such company. I'm already addicted to the tea. Add a sexy woman and, well… If she is there next week then I will definitely strike up a conversation.
I started watching a show that’s 55 minutes long....2.5hrs ago. There’s 9 minutes left.