the view from the 37th floor woodward's.yesterday started at 5:30 am because, as usual, my mind was racing with things i needed to get done...now. laundry, house cleaning, shelf making, trips to the trailer, to the shop, to north van to pay for my bbq, hockey game number one, granville island for a snack...(and this was all before noon...)....
game number one saw me get ejected - and rightly so for hitting a guy in the head with my stick (not on purpose...well, i meant to hit him just not in the head....)....gane number two saw the bombers play well as a team but, once again, penalties get us into trouble....5-2 loss.last night was also jim and katherine's housewarming high atop the woodward's building - 37th floor - as well as the sucker punch wrap party at the vancouver aquarium...both pretty good...but as i had been up since 5:30 am i was home by eleven and in the sack shortly thereafter...
and then, this morning...
yup. i was welcomed to sunday by broken glass and a rummaged through car. nice. and i have to say, my reaction was almost stoic in its nature. as soon as i saw the glass i just knew what i was gonna find. and i did. a broken passenger window, glass everywhere, and shit thrown around. nothing, of course, of any value left in there....oh, well....life in the new 'hood.the fawnz just came over and we had a nice little, short, get to see the new place visit...love that girl...she was a little tired as she was out with her pal the french fry last night having a few holiday beverages...
issy's coming over and we're gonna go to the hyatt for their sunday brunch. nice.
ok. back at it.
g. xo
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