Friday, February 29, 2008

Solo Soccer

I saw a guy in the downtown east side passing the soccer ball to himself.

He was on the corner of Hastings and Cambie, in a concrete park, with nobody to play with except himself and the war memorial.

He kicked the ball to one side, ran around the memorial, then kicked it back to where he was before. Then he ran back there again.

Something beautiful about that.

Kinda make me want to go play with him.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Great chats

Today, I indulged in individual chats with 5 bright, interesting, intelligent, creative people.

I am so fortunate to have great friends. Tonight, as I sit back and relive my day, I realize that over the last 6 months I haven't indulged enough in old friends... and new.

5 big breathes of fresh air.

Thank you for your engaging conversations.

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Body, Sex and Blah Blah Blah

The little guy had his first "official" sex ed class this week. (And no, I am not referring to Paris.)

-What did you do today? I ask.

-We had an assembly, he replies.

-Oh, what for?

-Body, sex and blah blah blah.


-Body, sex and blah blah blah.

-What did they talk about?

-You know, private parts and stuff.

-Oh. (My hubby and I exchange silly raised-eyebrow looks, obviously impressed.) Did you talk about how to make babies?


-Did you talk about safe sex?


-Did you talk about condoms?


-Did you talk about "insert proper name of private parts here."


-Hmmmmm. That's cool..... What did you think of it?

-Boring and disgusting and blah blah blah.

-Did you learn anything new?


Well, there you have it folks. A tiny glimpse into the day in the life of a grade one boy who had to sit through a boring, disgusting assembly about body, sex and blah blah blah.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

Just a little bit brighter

Ohhhh... February. In the month of love, every day we get about 3 minutes and 21 seconds extra of sunlight. Forget Valentines Day, I love February because those extra 3 minutes and 21 seconds over January and until today have added up to a chunk of time I can see with my eyes and sense with my soul.

Winter may not be over for another month or so, but for me it is over when I can leave from work without the aid of my headlamp and dive light.

Dear Sun,

One, two, three, four,
When I get home I see my door.
Five, six, nine and ten,
Nice to see you back again.

Will you be my Valentine?

Much Love,
She's only happy in the sun
a.k.a Susan