Monthly Archive for September, 2009

A typical visit from my parents

Whenever my mother and father visit they bring me food and household items. Usually my mother will call and ask if I need or want anything. I will usually say that I don’t. Today my mother called at 10:30 am and asked if I needed moisturizer. I initially said no but then recanted. She asked if I needed anything else and this time, I was clear that I didn’t. Not that that matters.

So my parents arrived two hours later with my aunt in tow. Not only did they bring me moisturizer, but my family swarmed me with the following:

  • a jar of homemade pickles made by dad
  • a bag of purple and green tomatillos that my aunt picked from who-knows-where
  • little packages of beef jerky, dried apple chips (from Costco I can imagine)
  • rice pudding cups and yogurt (also Costco items)
  • a giant opened bag of parmesan flavoured baguette crisps (Costco!)
  • a bunch of bananas (”Eat a banana a day!” my mom stated as she came at me with the bunch)
  • a gallon of vegetable oil
  • a bottle of extra virgin olive oil
  • loose packs of gum
  • two litres of soy milk
  • dried sausage cut up in a bag
  • a Chinese moon cake
  • a box of Ziplock bags
  • a  roll of parchment paper
  • a roll  of plastic wrap
  • two tubes of toothpaste
  • four bars of soap
  • toilet cleaner
  • 1 24 pack of toilet paper rolls (SCORE! I hate buying toilet paper)

I probably forgot something. Oh, on top of the moisturizer, my mother also gave me a tube of lipstick and lip gloss. I don’t wear lipstick, or lip gloss even, ever. Essentially the aforementioned donated items are a result of my parents still not being used to having the kids moved out of the house and their inability to resist a deal or sale. And my mother wanting to pawn off some of the stuff she hoards in the basement that she discovers she has too much of.  Also, I have a feeling they are worried that I do not make enough money and want to just genuinely help me by furnishing Steven and I with ‘essentials’.  It’s not bad for the most part, but I basically end up with more things that I don’t really use or use quickly. I still have three rolls of aluminum kicking around.

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Behind a rose berry bush

I feel so behind the Internet. I can’t keep up. Honestly, I am not sure if I want to at times but I am backloaded with stories(and photos) I’ve been wanting to share. Not to mention ideas and questions I’d like to work out in the written form on a public forum. It used to be effortless, to blog and interact, yet it’s been awhile since I’ve been regularly interactive.

waters

So many projects to finish. So many more to start.

It is official. Fall came last(last) weekend for me. I came to that conclusion at the end of the social justice retreat I had managed to attend (at the sort of) last minute with a group of youth and adults that work in the same neighbourhood that I do. Amazingly this retreat was held at a camp in Algonquin Park so I got to canoe, kayak, swim, laze about on a dock and sit around a fire for four days while also attending meetings, workshops and panel discussions. Moreover, I got to meet and listen to many interesting people.

obstacle track

Coddled in the basking glory of the Muskoka wilderness, I got to bond with people I had only merely known as acquaintances or even as an elusive name on an e-mail I’d been copied on in passing. Moreover I got to mull over a few things I’ve had on my mind.  I had time to think without the usual distractions. And it was that much more fantastic being surrounded by fresh air, pine trees of all sizes, rocks (woohoo Canadian Shield!), freshwater, wild animals and stars. The retreat took place at a summer camp that normally serves 300 youths and kids from July to August as it is filled with kitschy camp memorabilia, themed inscriptions on colourful wooden signage (i.e. “The Hedonistic Girls of 1998”) adorn the walls of the Main Lodge, listing names of campers and counselors past, but also informally paying homage to the popular culture of the times (one of my favourite signs from 1991 was shaped like a cassette tape, just before CDs became the norm). Camp Arowhon has been around since the 1930s.

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