This post is mostly for my mum, who was worried that I would “waste away” with all these new food restrictions. Which is frankly hilarious, because as long as I have a more-or-less functioning digestive system, I will be nose-deep in everything tasty I can find – and that is still many things. So here are my daily foods.
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Normally my fantasy living space would be something a little less staid and reasonable. But, for a variety of reasons, Brandon and I are having to look for new apartments, and there’s nothing like sudden nest-insecurity to make a nice, one bedroom unit of moderate size seem like the most appealing thing on earth.
So dear Vancouver, can we make this happen? Plus, I must say, I’ve never had hardwood floors before, and I think it’s time. The bathtub carved out of solid quartz crystal would be a nice touch, but I’m ready to discard that expectation if necessary. Brandon’s bathtub can be perfectly normal, even – he doesn’t care about these things.
Look, Vancouver, I’m the best tenant ever. I’m obsessively tidy, and I write rent cheques a year in advance, and I only practice my shrill wind instruments, like, once or twice a month. You want me! You want me to want you! Do we have an understanding? Two apartments, same building, nice location, decent rent, good flooring. GO.
Plus, dear mum and dad, I will trade you all the old art that you already have stored in your basement for that teak drawer unit. How can I afford to be so generous? Well, what can I say. I’m a giver.
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I know my last post was a want list, so really, isn’t it time for an Impossible Jacket or the Spring 2012 line or something? But no, in my personal triage system, this want list is bleeding all over the floor from its gruesomely severed main artery. Which is to say, I’m feeling more than usually petulant and in need of everything that is tasty and awesome and expensive, and the internet at large must know.
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This might be the most practical want list ever made (by me), but my current wants just happen to mainly consist of things that I need. Albeit, very nice versions of those things.
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I took what turned out to be a longish break from posting. Longer than intended, but it was much-needed, and I’m returning to my more regular-irregular posting schedule now. Want lists and other familiar things pending.
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Here is my customary end-of-year emptying of the memory card. 2011: strong in marmalade and chickens.
For my part I’m anti-resolutions, but I do promise to start emailing people back tomorrow since I’ve been avoiding logging-in for the past two weeks (which is to say, the past two months). 2011: weak in timely correspondence. All those other years, too. Also weak in that.
I’m spending my New Year’s Eve alone in my island fastness, as I like to do, complete with fire and onesie and a plentiful selection of bread items. Pretty pleased with myself, I have to say.
Happy New Year, guys!
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I think stockings are the best part of Christmas. Certainly they are in my family – the finest and most extensive care package of the year. There are a few specific traditions that I didn’t need to list here. For instance, we always get a small box of Space Lego to put together before breakfast (to keep us occupied, so my parents can have time to wake up before getting to the bigger stuff – is it bad that we still need that?). But we are sort of reasonable now. At least, we’ve taken up the practice of putting together stockings for our parents, too.
Anyway, mum, here is my list of specific ideas (most of which hardly need reiterating, but I like talking about them anyway).
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