So I’m sitting in a nearby cafe to the bookstore. Even though this is to be my fifth day, I do not have a key and it does not look likely I will get a key. On nice days I can sit behind the store by the river, but on days like this, humid, sticky, …
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A New Leaf, Literally.
So tomorrow I start my part-time job at Greenley’s Bookstore, the independent new-book shop in downtown Belleville. It’s taken 5 months to get to this point (I first spoke to the owner in April), and now that the time has come, I’m actually find myself hard-pressed to get as excited as I should be, considering. …
Defeat
Today I had a moment, the last straw, as they say, that shocked me and possibly frightened C and Lucy who were beside me. I was standing on a chair when I totally lost it. I pounded the wall I was facing with both hands as hard as I could and screamed goddamn it with …
Transitioning
I haven’t felt inspired to write here in ages, possibly because of my preoccupation with Bella’s Bookshelves, freelancing, work at the clinic, reading, and surfing the web looking for distraction. Probably all of those, in addition to the fact that the more I interact with people outside, the less inclined I feel to write here. …
Pisces
Down to the water today small waves softly undulate lapping feet in flipflops I toss pebbles my dog is a waterbaby much to my Piscean delight for hours she swims lets her hind legs float drags rocks up onto the shore waits for me to toss another pebble and another another the water is softcool …
The Facebook Dilemma
So last night I once again had a dream about someone I went to elementary and high school with in Tottenham, my hometown, almost 20 years ago. I dreamed about a bunch of classmates, actually, and this might have been because of Facebook. But I’ve been dreaming about Tottenham classmates for years, way before Facebook. …
The Tempest
Completely the opposite of my last post, I’m feeling as tempestuous as the weather here right now, which rages blackly, coldly, noisily, unpredictably outside my window, spitting hard rain and bending over trees. I feel a million different things, none of them good, and I would likely bite your head off with gusto if you …
Sunday
This morning, right now just after 8:00 am, I’m sitting in my living room beside my wall of books, the sun so beautifully filtering in through the picture window and bending in golden rays on the warm blond hardwood, across the old wooden accordion closet door that I hate but which suddenly looks gorgeous. My …