Two things:
First, when I came to Canada a few weeks back, Dan told me that there were four seasons here: nearly winter, winter, still winter, and construction. At the time, I thought he was joking.
Not now.
And boy, when they say "Road Closed" around here, they mean it. Back in the States "Road Closed" usually means a couple of cones out, a parked machine, and a few guys in hardhats taking a coffee break and waving you through. Not here. Here "Road Closed" means THERE IS NO ASPHALT, because they had ripped it up, and no, you're not getting through there unless your SUV is the extra-special version with not just four-wheel drive but wings for getting over those piles of dirt and big honkin' holes.
This is frustrating. I'm still learning to drive in this town. I can't even count the number of times I've pulled out my map, painstakingly plotted my course from wherever I am to wherever I wanted to be, and set out to brave left turns and traffic, only to discover halfway through that my master plan was as nought because the Construction Fairy has magicked away my asphalt.
An additional frustration, at the moment, is my housemates. They keep parking in my bloody parking spot. Okay, I don't really live at the house I pay rent at, I live at Dan's, and these folks are getting all the benefits of a housemate (like rent money) with none of the problems. All I really use there is the parking spot. Which is no longer there.
Die.
Second, it's interesting, and sometimes frustrating, to have a boyfriend who works odd hours. Today, for example, Dan worked from midnight to eight am. He came home and passed out. I, on the other hand, am most awake, and have been wandering around writing, eating, working, et cetera, for many hours. I'm bored now. I want Dan to wake up. Not that I want him for anything in particular; it just nags at me to have him laying right there, dead to the world, when he could be awake and alive and spending time with me.
But if I go bounce on him I'm going to get my ass kicked.
Decisions, decisions....
First, when I came to Canada a few weeks back, Dan told me that there were four seasons here: nearly winter, winter, still winter, and construction. At the time, I thought he was joking.
Not now.
And boy, when they say "Road Closed" around here, they mean it. Back in the States "Road Closed" usually means a couple of cones out, a parked machine, and a few guys in hardhats taking a coffee break and waving you through. Not here. Here "Road Closed" means THERE IS NO ASPHALT, because they had ripped it up, and no, you're not getting through there unless your SUV is the extra-special version with not just four-wheel drive but wings for getting over those piles of dirt and big honkin' holes.
This is frustrating. I'm still learning to drive in this town. I can't even count the number of times I've pulled out my map, painstakingly plotted my course from wherever I am to wherever I wanted to be, and set out to brave left turns and traffic, only to discover halfway through that my master plan was as nought because the Construction Fairy has magicked away my asphalt.
An additional frustration, at the moment, is my housemates. They keep parking in my bloody parking spot. Okay, I don't really live at the house I pay rent at, I live at Dan's, and these folks are getting all the benefits of a housemate (like rent money) with none of the problems. All I really use there is the parking spot. Which is no longer there.
Die.
Second, it's interesting, and sometimes frustrating, to have a boyfriend who works odd hours. Today, for example, Dan worked from midnight to eight am. He came home and passed out. I, on the other hand, am most awake, and have been wandering around writing, eating, working, et cetera, for many hours. I'm bored now. I want Dan to wake up. Not that I want him for anything in particular; it just nags at me to have him laying right there, dead to the world, when he could be awake and alive and spending time with me.
But if I go bounce on him I'm going to get my ass kicked.
Decisions, decisions....
posted at 03:37 PM on 07/07/04
by kat -
Category: General
Stumble It!
Comments
mycrazyhair wrote:
07/07/04 04:18 PM
<i>But if I go bounce on him I'm going to get my ass kicked.</i>
I vote for bouncing. *g*