The Tragedies of Mondayness

I've a dyslexic alphabet soup puddle for a mental dictionary
A coffee smudged crayon smeared map for an itinerary
I'm a polar bear in a desert storm
The light you leave on when no one is home

Wandering wondering silently pondering
...And waiting for Time

I was a bit bummed out on Monday. H&R Block told me I am "responsible for paying $6000 on my income" for the two years that I was working in Korea. I'm really crossing my fingers that I qualify for non-residency. $6000 is ridiculous. Especially when they canceled my health care for that time span, anyways.
Luckily, Friday presented me with a kick ass birthday cake and a room full of rockin' friends to bring up my mood.
I received a bucket of gummy worms and a card with a photo of Neil Diamond inside. Suffice it to say, the 6 grand sounded more like peanuts. (I don't have any peanuts, either, but they seem like they might be easier to acquire).

"Come gather around me. Space travelers surround me.

Hark now to the ballad of Rocket Robin Hood.

I may well confound you, astound you, spellbound you,

with heroes and villains, the bad and the good.

Watch now as our rockets race here from afar.

For now, with our Robin, we live on a star.

Three. Two. One. Blast off!

Band of brothers, marching together.

Heads held high in all kinds of weather.

With fiery blasts, our roaring rockets rise,

beyond the Earth, beyond the skies!

At the sight of Robin, take your stand,

with the gallant leader of our band.

Send a joyous shout throughout the land!

For Rocket Robin Hood!"

First Wok with Yan and then Rocket Robin Hood? Oh, archaic Canadian broadcasting, I salute thee!

We tore out lino at an old woman's house today. She offered my dad a cup of coffee and then looked at me, all simple smiles, beaming, "And what about you little kidlet? We have some juice or some orange pop. How does that sound?" Oh yes, because I'm obviously WAY too young for coffee and orange pop is just SO much more FUN! : )

Old people rock.

To make a great day even better, Wok with Yan was on TV this morning.

I'll be in Vancouver a week from yesterThursday. See you then?

My dad and I went to work yesterday at a really big, expensive house. As soon as we walked in, the decor simply screamed let's sit down and have tea and crumpets and discuss the tragedies of our poor English husbands gone off to war. There was something vaguely familiar about the place, but I couldn't quite place it. It wasn't until later, while the matron of the house had us trapped in her front entranceway brandishing copies of the Watchtower and a disturbingly glazed grin, that I recalled the reason for the familiarity...when this particular house was being built, my friends and I used to get silly wasted on the grand open staircase and pretend we owned the place.

inner dialogue: HA HA HA HA HA HA!! bite my tongue bite my tongue bite my tongue.................

While I was tearing up a terribly dusty rubberback carpet on Tuesday, I couldn't help but notice the designs on the floor. The places where the rubber refused to come off (despite my manic, sweaty attempts to remove it) spiraled strangely into the old and yellowed trowel tines of the ancient glue - all black and orangey-yellow impressionist splotches. The subsequent patterns immediately made me think of the cover of my copy of Hemmingway's "A Farewell to Arms."

Perhaps it's time I actually read the thing.