This should summarize my visit to my grandmother's farm,
where I have not been for 12 years.
December 24, 2002
1:30 a.m.
I did the drive from cowtown to Regina
with great timing.
I would like to say that I am a diligent driver,
but that would be lying.
Because the 8 hour drive is so freakin boring, I speed
just for the fun of it.
It is great to see my mom, she looks good.
I am now at my grandmother's house.
She lives 2 hours away from Regina on a farm.
A debilitated old farm yard with many many years of history
even though to see it now, I could barely recognize it.
There are ghosts and closeted skeletons here,
and I don't want to re-experience any of them.
I am now in the 3rd bedroom of the house on the second level.
The floors creak heavily when you walk on them.
I look around the room with slanted ceilings, strange textury walls,
curtains tied to one side with a strangely familiar patterny fabric.
Probably used to be a comforter cover once.
There is a clothes rack the width of the room.
An old 12 inch television with 2 sets of bunny ears and something that looks like a polaroid camera sitting on it.
There is chair next to that with black acid wash jeans laying on it, and a shirt hung from a nail - nope it is hung from a GUN!
Accck! -- there is a gun in this room!!
How am i supposed to sleep with a rifle in in this bedroom?
Jeebus!
There is a 40 watt bulb and 2 extension cords coming from it.
OMG - the one is actually a switch...it is taped
to the headboard of the bed so you can shut the tv off without getting out of bed...
*what - never heard of a remote?*
The walls in this room look like cellulite.
Probably eggshell white about 30 years ago, now just a stained cream colour.
Over by the TV I see a few spider webs, thankfully it is winter and there will be no spiders.
Nice, there IS a spider! It is by the TV.
It will probably crawl into my mouth while I am sleeping.
Hmmm... maybe it isn't a spider.
Shit, it is.
Lights out, I cannot take this.
I am sooooooo utterly elated to be done work today.
Don't get me wrong, I adore where I work, and love what I do.
Too many hours,
too many clients,
too many Bernard Callebaut chocolates,
not enough sleep,
not enough healthy food,
not enough nurturing.
Thank dog I am off to see my mom, she'll take care of me.
Funny how they are always there when you need them the most.
Just incase you didnt already know - my mom rocks!
I am off to Vagina tomorrow morning
and am not looking forward to the
unbearable 8 hour drive of nothingness.
Ms. Nev will be here to keep my the exdy and Waxxy company... I will miss em, but the bitches better have the xmas decorations down by the 31 or I am not coming home til the 2nd of January.
And Nev, don't feed the fish. Just keep an eye on the temperature, it has to stay within the green area on the thermometre.
Merry Hoe Hoe and all that rot.
Megumi, comment something funny for me to read when I am back, thanks.
I need to press pause in time right now.
I need a 37 hour nap.
I need to write a goodbye letter to a friend who is moving to Ottawa.
I need to eat something.
I need to put my clothes from the washer into the dryer.
I need to top off the water in the aquarium.
I need to spend some time with my boyfriend the ex.
I need to have a long hot bath.
I need a facial ... I am a mess.
I need to watch Will and Grace.
I need to shave.
I need to prepair for tomorrow.
It is 9:36 pm.
Ready.
Set.
Go.
I am so tired... so very very tired...
I cannot wait until the 'festive holiday season' is over
I am spending my xmas at my grandmothers this year.
It is going to be really trippy, as I haven't been there for about 6 or 8 years.
And I am only staying there for 4 days. (4 days too long)
You see, its a farm.
Farm house.
Farm fashions.
Farm smell...
Not a place I could ever call home.
Also today I was reacting to a child in the salon.
As to why I didn't cut childrens hair.
I told the client, children are like running shoes.
Oh how we laughed.
And to think I'll be be on farm for xmas.
HAH!