wunn'erful

it's so lovely outside right now. sunny, blowsy, fresh, and springy. i took great greedy gulps of it as i stood at the green bin tearing apart my christmas cedar wreath. you read that right. so you tear apart your cedar wreaths in the dead dark of icy january--congrats you miss out on the gusty fresh thrill of an april de-wreathing. i have no regrets.

i'm keeping the frame this time. who knows, maybe i'll make my own this year.

the frisky weather gave me the momentum i needed to take out the recycling and tub of christmas ornaments that had been languishing in my kitchen. so many accomplishments today! pat myself on the proverbial back. *pat, pat.*

spring is luscious. spring back to life. boing.

yesterday morning i met h in front of maxine's. it's a restaurant on burrard just up on the downtown side of the bridge. i got there early so i could find parking and just so happened to find the only free spot beside the resto. the spot was kind of small so i told sahib to pretend he was a little car and suck it in. he did a good job. there was a bus stop in front with a handy bench so i sat and waited for h there.  while i waited i watched the antics of the pigeons on a building across the street. i first noticed that an apartment had made  'scare the birds away' mobiles of pans all along their balcony. then i noticed 2 pigeons sitting in between the mobiles and snorted. "oh so you are those kinds of pigeons," i thought and bowed to  their mischievous spirits. i love a good mischievous spirit.  kindred spirit if you will. when heather walked up we sat a few more minutes watching them chase each other and waiting a few minutes more for the restaurant to open.

we were the first ones in. we planned this because the reservations were full. we were seated on high stools facing the window. i ordered a lavender lemonade, forgetting that i'm avoiding sugary drinks until after it came. it was good though. heather got a breakfast sandwich and i got brisket hash skillet with sauerkraut and no poached eggs. it came in it's own skillet on top of a huge round hashbrown patty. it wasn't exactly how i expected it, but it was good. it came with hollandaise sauce on the side.

we had good chats and my left leg fell asleep from the chair. note it. mark it down in your journal.

after we decided to walk over the burrard street bridge rather than along the seawall as we had originally planned, since the bridge was right there and i have a thing for bridges and heather supports my things as good friends do. heather does just about all the things that good friends do. she's a good friend expert. 

just as we started some rain also started because rain likes to be like that. h had an umbrella which she was generously sharing with me, but i both feared for my eyes,  and had the hood of my sweatshirt so i told her kindly to keep her umbrella  to herself.  we made it to some benches on the bridge and sat and talked for a while, and the rain stopped because rain likes to be like that, and then we walked on to the other benches and sat for a while and talked some more.

eventually we reached the limit of heather's cold bum tolerance and turned back. i increased my metformin that day. my body always celebrates an increase in metformin with a diarreah party and i knew my time was near as well. so we walked back, up the hill and i to sahib, still suckin it in, and h to her bus stop.

the rest of the day for me was taken up by said party thrown my the hostess with the mostest, my bawdy body, and moments of productivity in which i made a freshy fresh slaw, and chia seed pudding, followed by hours of sapped energy and listless curling up in bed cold.  it was that kind of day. i also watched mulan and cried. i love that movie.

and now i feed the bawdy body lunch.

always feed your bawdy body. love it nourish it. in all the ways says yester year laura on a blowsy beach in oregon.