elevator

I want always to be stuck on an elevator
with people and no iPods (or other excuses for not talking)

I want always to talk to people
Not just look at them and think about who they might be

I want always to be young
and unafraid

I want always to be creative
(it’s a vital sign of health in me)

the official new drink of christmas: peppermint latte with extra espresso from the place where the definition of the north american culture is manifested (but cassandra happens to think it tastes like peppermint flavoured saliva... such that you aquire upon sucking on a peppermint for an extended period, and periodically swallow your saliva.) strange girl, that one.
zoë's offical stress reliever: one half of a pink grapefruit, one sharp spoon, equals one relaxed zulu
the first thing zoë will officially do after march14*: stop combing, brushing, curling or in any way 'doing' her hair (and lo, she has already begun (for short spurts) to go days without combing!)
the latest accent to invade the zulu language: southern
today i dressed like the memory a pirate from long ago. i need a name though... any suggestions for a really juicy pirate name? i think Double-Boy Boots is a little irrelevant to my current position.
I like my voice better: when I'm sick. is that weird?
my new official favourite colour: green
i'm sorry: that I have such a lack of interesting things to write...it's not because things haven't been happening... maybe it's because so many things happen i can't take the time to write a really witty summary of them... and if i can't be write well, i won't post it.

*March 14 is my last day at Money Concepts. I don't know if I can make it that long!

where HAVE i been?

Good question. Thanks for breaking the reverie, Jim. I guess I learn from Marisa! Well, here I am.
And here's where I have been:

En las Republica Dominicana!
we played underwater and got sung into having our hair braided (rather than talked)

we built a loverly sand castle made out empty film cannesters and cups and a straw.

There were real-live-beta-carotine-eating flamingos right outside the lobby!

The sand was beautifully (and inconveniently) fine. and we swam with dolphins! we fell in love with the palm trees while having conversations in broken spanish and english with charming, black Dominican men who love their country and mostly all sing and bartered with the best of them with every Ricky Payless and Pablo Cheapy-cheapy we could find!

We sat on the beach a good part of the time.

And were generally really happy to be there!

this is what i wrote in the abbotsford airport waiting for our luggage:
"The Abbotsford airport reminded me of going to the proverbial grandmother's house, what withe the carpeted walls and pink bathroom stalls and bubble gum soap for all the grandkiddies. And then all the grandmothers, I guess, toting their carpet bags around on walkers..." (sorry for not having a picture)