Take me in and dry the rainby
I just got my 2006 tax package in the mail, man they waste no time. Hopefully this year’s return will be better than last, which was pretty impressive – by my standards anyway. I started putting a couple bucks every check toward RRSPs this year so I’ll have $20 come 2050 so that’ll be kinda cool. Har har. Okay well maybe a lil more than that, although I can’t even think of retirement right now while we’re still trying to figure out what to make for dinner tonight. Government of Canada website says John’s application is status: processing. Still. I was thinking in jest that I would put a status button on my sidebar, but that would just end up being too painful. At this point, just thinking of it makes my eyes well up.
On a happier note, it was Don‘s 27th birthday Jan. 1. On a more dismal note, we missed it. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DON! I met Don last year when he flew up to play DJ and guest at our wedding. He’s been John‘s friend for years and he’s also got a kick ass public radio gig Sunday nights on WYEP Pittsburg. I’m sure I’ve mentioned that before. It’s funny, I recently thought of Don when reading Beyond Robson (the blog with which I have a love-hate relationship, save for 2 authors that are the only reason I check back every day). There was a post about Happy Bats.
Happy Bats saved Mount Pleasant from the mind-melting mediocrity that is the corporate behemoth Blockbuster. For years the ubiquitous yellow and blue monster was the only source for rentals, until the winged mammals landed in 2004 armed with Criterion Collection DVDs and the best in independent cinema [BR]
When Don was in town, and while we were feverishly getting ready for a wedding, he walked all over Vancouver visiting record and book stores, to browse and search out some rare finds. He brought us a business card from Happy Bats, it was the first I had heard of it, and thought it was pretty cool.
I will be having a birthday myself on the 9th, it will also be number 27 and as with every other year of my life, I have no idea how it will turn out but I’m sure glad I’ve made it this far. I haven’t been the best this past year at wishing others well. It’s been a bit of a struggle and in tough times you’re mostly just trying to bring yourself up out of the mud, you forget those who were standing over you reaching out their hand to help pull you up, or those that are down in that puddle with you. I guess I just don’t let all of this show often enough.
I’m done with the rainy metaphors for now, even though the skies have just opened up. Half the city is being showered when I look straight out the window in front of me to the North. The other half, looking out the apartment window that faces West, is glowing from the warm afternoon sunlight. I think it’s time to get up.