back in september
"He felt that his whole life was some kind of dream, and he sometimes wondered whose it was and whether they were enjoying it." - Douglas AdamsThis month has been filled with tri- weekly breakfasts with Maura, impromptu coffee dates with Grant, lunches with various wonderful people, and a bonfire at Lauren's housewarming party where Alexis and I discussed the importance of doing things that don't have to make sense. One of the most valuable lessons that she taught me that night was the art of perfectly roasting a marshmallow. Those are a few highlights of September, but there's one that I hold as a favourite.
Right before school started, Paul invited me to go along for a ride on the riverboat, where he works, and I brought Maura along with me. When we arrived at the river, we were missing a fundamental part of our excursion. The boat. So, we walked and subsequently got lost to the applause of the rain, and quite frankly became hysterical ( with laughter) because the only thing we could find in our situation was comedy. Unfortunetly, poor Paul had to be on the phone in midst of our hysteria before we calmed down and found our way to the Queen. And so Maura and I sailed, with our teas and hot chocolates ( courtesy of Paul), arm and arm into the sunset with the downtown skyline to keep us company. We waited for Paul to be off before we set off for a late night dinner at Block 1912 and discussed the important fundamental lessons that Oregon Trail provided us in our youth. For example, if you don't eat enough fruits and vegetables, you'll get scurvy. You cannot carry more than a 100 pounds of buffalo meat back to your wagon. Doctors make more money than farmers. And most importantly, you should always caulk your wagon instead of fording it.
There's a saying by Sophocles that I found recently, he says, "we must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day had been". The best part of the day is when I walk from school to yoga; that walk climaxes to the moment when I step on my mat. It's become a ritual to walk past stressed out drivers with their cell phones beeping and ipods blaring as the soundtrack for frantic wage slaves. Sometimes, if I'm really early, I'll treat myself to a chai latte at the Starbucks facing the Yoga Loft and I reflect. The days have been splendid. Thanks to you.
posted by Joyce @ 11:00 PM
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