I haven’t blogged in a while, or at least a while by my standards, Tom. Zing! I’ve been busy. Read on if you want to hear the terminally boring details.
I went up island last week to do some work on our cabin, and since then I’ve mostly been spending quality time with friends and fam. We went to a bbq at Tyrone and Marieke’s, another one at Spencer and Julia’s, and another one at Alex’s. We went to the Cobblestone with Carla and co. before she went back to the Cayman Islands. I watched another lousy Stephen King flick with Dana (that was #41, wowee — Gerald’s Game isn’t very good but we’ve definitely seen much worse from King adaptations). Dana and I also went and saw the living legend himself, Jordan, for the first time in about five years, and he was the exact same. He’s living in his van on Kerry’s property and was sleeping when Dana and I arrived. Kerry opened the front door of the van, and right on the step of the door was a glass tumbler with the top all broken and jagged, just waiting for someone’s — most likely Jordan’s — foot to step on it and cut it to ribbons. Priceless. Jenn and I went to lunch with her folks in Mill Bay (I had chicken and waffles despite feeling like there’s something inherently ironic and annoying about that combination but I daresay it was really good). And this weekend, Paul and Kate are staying at a cabin on the lake and have invited the gang over to it so that should be fun too.
I wouldn’t say it fully feels like summer though. There have been moments where it feels very summer-y but overall, it just feels like hot weather without the “the whole day is before us, what fun will we get up to” vibe, and I’m kind of missing that. It’s only the end of July though so there is still time for it to kick in, and on the flip side, I’m really, really, really pumped that October is inching closer because I am beyond psyched for my third year volunteering at the Glenora Haunted Hall. I don’t even know exactly what I’m going to do at it but I do know the vibe in the place is going to be classic Halloween and that’s a highlight of my year, right up there with Festivus and Xmas. So when I think about that, I don’t even care about summer and just want it to hurry up and pass so I can get on with Halloween.
Oh I just remembered something I had wanted to blog about while I was driving up island the other week. Usually I can tell whether I’m driving uphill or downhill — it’s pretty obvious, right? But sometimes, I am totally wrong. Sometimes I’ll think it’s one or the other, then something in my brain shifts and I can’t tell which it is, or I’m actually driving on a basically level stretch. I think that’s weird, and I wonder why it happens. I remember on one road trip through BC’s southern interior, Jenn and I were driving on the #3 highway next to the Similkameen River, and we could both have sworn that river was flowing uphill. It’s interesting that both of us thought that so I wonder if there’s something in the geography in places like that that fucks with our brains. I imagine it’s either that or our brains just kind of mess up, like when a computer freezes or crashes doing something routine like opening a web browser.
I’m back in the saddle. Stay tuned for my next thrilling installment.