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edith gives me her heels of bread. she doesn't like 'em an' i DO. i just ate a toasted heel with melty peanut butter on it an' it was mighty tasty. thanks edith. you're a real pal.

so does everybody check my other blog now too? http://www.lauraclarkephotography.blogspot.com/ that's the address and i hope you check there for pics. i really hope you do. hope it with my whole heart and that's a fact. i know amy does. she gets a gold star placed gently on the end of her nose.

today is friday. it's true. and on fridays i'm off at 2:30 thank heavens. when i got home i felt like having a nap but what i did was something very different. i took a bus ticket and i went down town to exchange my birth certifricate for a newer model. i dealt with an african canadian in a very busy vest. he made very sure i knew that it was an exchange of birth cert.s and i would not, definitely would not be getting my old one back. someone must have given him a hard time about that before. " ya, that's fine." i said with an encouraging smile.

so that was done in a matter of minutes. if i was all about being thrifty with my bus tickets i would have turned right around and gotten back on the bus before it expired. well i was not all about that. i was all about having an artist date. yep. i'm back to doing the artist's way after like a 3 month's hiatus and i'm excited about it. my date was sitting on the steps of the art gallery, reading the artist's way, writing my morning pages in my new fantastically, awesome notebook that amy picked out for me with her expert hand, and watching people.

it was fun. i got excited about the artist way again and i saw many sights. i saw the missionaries across the street doing their proselyting. actually i only saw one elder. the other was out of my range of vision. the one i saw was standing by a little folding table trying to engage people in some conversation. he was looking very cheerful despite a lot of rejection. it reminded me of my mission and how i almost always felt unaccountably cheerie despite loads of rejection when out on the streets talking to people. i don't know what it was but i remember feeling very alive and it was just so rewarding if i ever connected with anyone. anywhoo, i said a little prayer in my heart for the elder. before i knew it he was on my side of the road and talking to people on the stairs. to give him his due, he did recognize that i was a member of his ward. we chatted for a couple of seconds. "you should come stand with us and talk to people!" he suggested cheerily. "uhh maybe later..." i said. (if it was singing, i'd be in.)

there was a guy who looked like paul bettany in wimbeldon, but not as cute, playing hacky sack on his own. he was at least in his 30s and not the usual type who you see hacky sacking. he was facinating to watch because he was so into it and so didn't seem the type. he was very good. a pretty girl joined him and they started to play together. she wasn't as good and he seemed to be showing her different techniques. one time he kicked it into the street, landing with a soft plop on the top of a mini van and onto the road.

there was a four person performance group dressed all in black. i couldn't hear exactly what they were saying but i could hear they way they were saying it and it was totally theatre voices. a proud lady--maybe a teacher stood off to the side and clapped vigorously after each bit.

across the road i saw the elders have a couple good conversations.

a little brown sparrow landed right by my foot. she tried to eat a bee but only succeeded in maiming it. it limped off.

i left just when another performance was about to begin. i walked down to hastings and seymour to catch my bus. i purposely did not take the b-line because let's face it those buses are just too busy. it's yucky. i decided not to read on the bus but to continue to watch people. it was facinating and i enjoyed myself quite a bit. that was my date with my artist.

last night edith introduced me to the god's must be crazy I and II and we had some good laughs. the clutziness of mr. stain in the first one was so hilarious. heather would have her fill of physical humour in that one fo sho.

we have a new yoga teacher and on wednesday i decided to try her out. lisa did it too. she breathes out really loud (not lisa, the teacher, sophia) and is way more repetitive in what she has us do, but it was still good. afterwards i was completely ready for bed and it was only 5. i find that if i haven't done yoga in a long time, a most potent feeling of sleepiness comes over me after class. like i don't really have a choice about it, i have to sleep and i have to sleep soon. it's almost a drugged feeling. lisa and i had a fish n chips date after though so i couldn't sleep. " i can't open my eyes." i complained on the drive out to steveston. our walk along the dike put off the sleepies for a while. we saw one super cute guy running and many super cute dogs and we saw the missionaries! they were doing surveys. at pajos i got the small halibut and a ginger beer. i love ginger beer. we chatted. we got ice cream and walked back slowly, while we licked our ice cream in our waffle cones.

once home i watched some three's company with edith but it soon became apparent that i would not be able to hold off unconciousness much longer. i was laying in the dark on the couch and just about to fall into deep slumber. this is when edith decided to bathe me in light. "why have illuminated me?" i asked her. then we had this ridiculous conversation about her riding ostriches when she goes to south africa. i'm against riding ostriches. "why don't you go try to ride a golden eagle then?" i retorted. this amused her greatly.