While waiting for things to melt, I took the opportunity to wander down Broadway this afternoon. This past month has been an obstacle course for anyone trying to travel the ten blocks between Cambie and Granville: they are doing intensive construction all down this main road and it is a big mess. Intensive inn - ten - siv (adjective) 1 Derivative from the word intense, though nothing to do with shampoo or other hair cleaning products 2 Extreme in the sense that deep pits and long blue hoses have appeared in amongst places where deep pits and blue hoses are not normally found 3 incuring sound damage to passer-bys, from digging and trucks who blast their brakes as though they are on a distant planet where no one can hear them, and not on a busy intersection where people are walking just a few feet away. Upon returning to the task at hand - a task which will reveal itself in time, though today is not that time - I found it to be almost complete and within a few minutes I shall engage to finalize the first whole working draft. For those who know what I am writing about, yes it is now almost done. For those who don’t: why bother continuing to read? It will only make you depressed. It is trying to rain here: I suppose that is better than snow, right? |
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Pull >> November has been a chore so far. A little more than half way through the month and yesterday we stopped to catch our breath for the next few laps. Deadlines. Construction. Obligations. Obliterations. Tickets. Taxes. Timings.
a few words >> I never seem to just write short little entries anymore. They're all big, and long, and deep. I never just write to say things like: it's quarter after ten and we're curled up on the couch reading our novels and waiting for the laundry
DAY TWENTY_SIX ON THE VERGE OF INSANITY >> Dad writes from the UK: 7 of us took the Tube to London central last night for supper and then went walking around for a while . Clearing up today and going up to + 7C Brad sighs with pitiful melancholy: Well,
Daddy Day Stories, Episode 7 and 8 >> To Recap: Waiting. Poor Claire has not only been grounded by the weather, but by the project management skills of her dear old dad who is attempting to coordinate the variety of deliveries and inspections associated with developing the basement. In the
