Damn it’s hot! I know most of you out there are too hot and wishing for cooler weather. You're sweaty and sticky. As soon as you're out of the shower you need to get back in. Blow drying your hair is out of the question. Make up is even worse. You are constantly wondering if you swell, as your deodorant melted off just shortly after you applied it. Your clothes stick to you and laundry piles up as a result. You can’t sleep. Your fan is just blowing hot air around. Turning on the oven is not an option. You seek shade but that doesn't doesn’t even cool you down. It’s muggier than hell and you’re spending a lot of time in a cold shower. You're hot, tired and cranky and yes, you’re complaining about this heat.
I say let’s put this all perspective. We live in a place known as the "wet coast" where grey skies and rain rule our world about eight months of the year. Ya I’m hot, sticky, and sweat is constantly dripping out of every pore of my body. BUT…I say let’s enjoy this hot sun while we get it. How can we complain about the sun and the heat when we're usually living under an umbrella? You can find me sans umbrella down at the beach soaking it up!
Friday, July 31, 2009
This Is Your Body. This Is Your Body On Drugs.
Remember that old ad encouraging kids to stay off drugs by suggesting that if they did illegal drugs their brain would turn into a fried egg? And we've all seen today's commercials for prescription medications which provide a list of side effects, complications and reasons to not take said drugs that is longer than the benefits of actually taking them, leaving one wonder why anyone would want to swallow those pills. Ah, but sometimes one must take those pills which incidentally come with a short book of side effects, interactions, and allergic reactions. (Does anyone actually read all this fine print?). My lovely drug cocktail has all kinds of potential problems and side effects, some of which I just live with on a daily basis. More worrisome than tremours, memory loss, an inability to articulate myself and a general spaced out feeling however is the damage all these drugs are doing to my internal organs over the long run. And I recently found out just how serious this can be. So...this is my body and this is my body Epival (an anticonvulsant that also acts as a mood stabilizer).
Pre-Epival (or any other drug for that matter) my body was good. Good liver, good kidneys, good pancreas, decent enough lungs and heart for a smoker...as far as I know everything was working fine and in good shape. My body on Epival is another story. Recently I had my fourth episode in a year of high fever, chills, delirium, complete joint and muscle aches and pains, stiffness, headache, stomach pain, the inability to move (literally) first thing in the morning, ringing in the ears, weakness, loss of appetite, and swollen glands wherever there was a gland to be had. If its part of the body, there was something wrong with it. Literally. This was the worst episode, leaving me knocked out and completely out of it for almost 3 weeks. I was unrousable, delirious and so sick I warranted two trips to the hospital (one in an ambulance - big excitement!), work ups by multiple doctors and an urgent referral to internal medicine - the place they apparently send you there when no one else can figure out what is wrong. Words like "connective tissue disorder" and "lupus" were being tossed out at me. All I could think was "Just what I need, another chronic condition. F off - go pick on someone else!" Thankfully, at the end of the day it was determined that the Epival I take was shooting my Lipase level through the roof to 200 when it's supposed to be 65. Hence, I was immediately taken off said drug. The verdict: pancreatitis. It will eventually heal on its own, but I am left wondering how my body will withstand the cornucopia of drugs I still take over my lifetime. It only took Epival a year to start wreaking havoc. I'm only 37. And I am that person who will, if there is something to get, get it. The moral of the story...if you don't have to be taking any medication, don't take it.
So, that also explains my absence here. I'm recovering nicely now and hope to be writing regularly, as long as one of my other drugs doesn't create some other medical emergency!
Pre-Epival (or any other drug for that matter) my body was good. Good liver, good kidneys, good pancreas, decent enough lungs and heart for a smoker...as far as I know everything was working fine and in good shape. My body on Epival is another story. Recently I had my fourth episode in a year of high fever, chills, delirium, complete joint and muscle aches and pains, stiffness, headache, stomach pain, the inability to move (literally) first thing in the morning, ringing in the ears, weakness, loss of appetite, and swollen glands wherever there was a gland to be had. If its part of the body, there was something wrong with it. Literally. This was the worst episode, leaving me knocked out and completely out of it for almost 3 weeks. I was unrousable, delirious and so sick I warranted two trips to the hospital (one in an ambulance - big excitement!), work ups by multiple doctors and an urgent referral to internal medicine - the place they apparently send you there when no one else can figure out what is wrong. Words like "connective tissue disorder" and "lupus" were being tossed out at me. All I could think was "Just what I need, another chronic condition. F off - go pick on someone else!" Thankfully, at the end of the day it was determined that the Epival I take was shooting my Lipase level through the roof to 200 when it's supposed to be 65. Hence, I was immediately taken off said drug. The verdict: pancreatitis. It will eventually heal on its own, but I am left wondering how my body will withstand the cornucopia of drugs I still take over my lifetime. It only took Epival a year to start wreaking havoc. I'm only 37. And I am that person who will, if there is something to get, get it. The moral of the story...if you don't have to be taking any medication, don't take it.
So, that also explains my absence here. I'm recovering nicely now and hope to be writing regularly, as long as one of my other drugs doesn't create some other medical emergency!
Sunday, June 28, 2009
End of an Era
As many of you are pretty smart you may have guessed from the title change that there has been a relationship change as well. Don't panic...it's all good. Very amicable and we sill talk regularly. Without going into detail, let's just say that my and Dave's relationship had gone from romantic to best friends and along with that the dealing with my illness was taking a great toll. Dave and I have an incredibly strong bond as friends and I have no doubt that we will continue to be a part of each other's lives. We just need to figure out what it looks like. Sigh. So sad news. But like I said to Dave, "I'd rather end with love in our hearts than hate." Anyways, I figure this puts it out there for everyone and hence, the new title to my blog... I am off to find my own adventures!
And p.s. - I am doing fine thank you! :)
And p.s. - I am doing fine thank you! :)
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Vegas Road Trip In Pictures
Some photos of our Vegas Road Trip.... They just don't do it justice but at least there's something for you to see! :)
Valley of Fire State Park....
Valley of Fire State Park....
Red Rock Canyon (next 4 photos)...
VEGAS ROAD TRIP!
Have you ever been to Vegas and actually left the strip? I have been to Vegas numerous times and still haven’t even seen everything on the strip. The farthest I’ve been off the strip is to the Rio Hotel. Well, this time we had 5 whole days in Vegas and I wanted to see something different – I wanted to rent a car and just drive out into the desert. I had a picture in my head of driving in the middle of nowhere, just desert all around. I got my picture and more. Describing what I saw will be difficult to put into words, if not impossible. But it’s worth telling because I think it should be on everyone’s “Things I Must See Before I Die” list.
After picking up our car, stopping at Denny’s for breakfast (what’s a road trip without Denny’s?) we headed off to Red Rock Canyon, at 15 minute drive from the strip, which I’m sure you’ve all heard of…known for it’s outdoor concerts and of course its televised poker tournaments. Anyways, we think we are going to drive up to some beautiful vista, be amazed by the red rock, snap some photos and be on our way. Ah, no. This is a National Conservation Area that has a scenic driving loop through the canyon with about 10 stops along the way, all kinds of trails, rock climbing, etc. It is stunning. You stand and look at these red mountains, which began forming over 600 million years ago and it is awe-inspiring. Beyond anything we thought we were going to see. After a couple of hours and many snaps, we are ready to really hit the highway out of Vegas to our next destination – The Valley of Fire State Park.
I am anxious to hit open road and be surrounded by nothing, so I’m hoping the highway is going to lead us that way and that we are not going to be passing through sprawling suburbs. I am pleased to say that once we were out of the city limits, there was nothing but desert as far as the eye could see…no suburbs, only the rare other vehicle and not even a gas station. We did see eight F-18 fighter planes flying around, which was pretty cool, but other than that it was just nothing, nothing, nothingness along the 45 minute drive. Sooooo awesome!
Again, we had no idea what to expect here. We had pretty much randomly selected the destination, although we did know there was some sort of rock formations to be seen. As we drove off the highway and along the road heading to the park there was still no indication of what we would arrive at. We were figuring a few rock formations and some wonderful canyon vista again. Ah, no again. What we happened upon was truly mind blowing and words will never describe accurately what we saw. Pictures cannot even do it justice. We finally got to the park entrance, put our $6 park fee in the box and as we rounded the first corner we were pretty much stopped dead in our tracks.
A massive expanse of deeply red coloured rock with so many formations that I just could not believe what I was seeing. I could not believe this was a natural creation. I wondered if I was hallucinating and had to keep checking with Dave as to whether he was seeing what I was. I literally kept questioning Dave as to whether or not perhaps someone had come in here and carved all of these formations…people, faces (angels, ghostly faces and more), animals (elephants, eagles, lizards and more), beehives…well, really if you can think of it, there is probably a formation of it. At least that is what it felt like. At every turn we saw something new. And after turning again that same rock would morph into something else. I was in shock and awe during our entire drive around the park and we did not even see the entire thing, which encompasses about 36,000 acres of land and has about 20 miles of roadway to drive around! I must say if someone wants to argue God versus Nature this place is a damn strong argument on the Nature side!
Arriving late in the day, we were literally the only ones there. Me, Dave and an expanse of natural wonder the like of which I have never ever seen in my life. I cannot believe we had never heard of this place and really think it ought to be listed as one of the Wonders of the World. This was most definitely the highlight of my trip. The combination of exploring this enormous piece of the Mojave Desert without another person in sight and the vastness of the naturally created formations that we saw were just beyond anything I could have pictured when I originally saw myself out in the middle of the desert, in the middle of nowhere. So it was here in the Valley of Fire that we sat and waited to watch the sun go down, surrounded by nothing but rock and sprawling desert and not a single sound.
If you have been to Vegas but never left the strip, well, there’s a lot more out there than the man made craziness of that one piece of road. Get a car, get off the strip and check out what natural beauty is so close to the unnatural bells and whistles of Vegas that draw all the tourists. And skip Red Rock – it’s cool, but nothing compared to the Valley of Fire.
(photos to be posted on a separate blog...)
After picking up our car, stopping at Denny’s for breakfast (what’s a road trip without Denny’s?) we headed off to Red Rock Canyon, at 15 minute drive from the strip, which I’m sure you’ve all heard of…known for it’s outdoor concerts and of course its televised poker tournaments. Anyways, we think we are going to drive up to some beautiful vista, be amazed by the red rock, snap some photos and be on our way. Ah, no. This is a National Conservation Area that has a scenic driving loop through the canyon with about 10 stops along the way, all kinds of trails, rock climbing, etc. It is stunning. You stand and look at these red mountains, which began forming over 600 million years ago and it is awe-inspiring. Beyond anything we thought we were going to see. After a couple of hours and many snaps, we are ready to really hit the highway out of Vegas to our next destination – The Valley of Fire State Park.
I am anxious to hit open road and be surrounded by nothing, so I’m hoping the highway is going to lead us that way and that we are not going to be passing through sprawling suburbs. I am pleased to say that once we were out of the city limits, there was nothing but desert as far as the eye could see…no suburbs, only the rare other vehicle and not even a gas station. We did see eight F-18 fighter planes flying around, which was pretty cool, but other than that it was just nothing, nothing, nothingness along the 45 minute drive. Sooooo awesome!
Again, we had no idea what to expect here. We had pretty much randomly selected the destination, although we did know there was some sort of rock formations to be seen. As we drove off the highway and along the road heading to the park there was still no indication of what we would arrive at. We were figuring a few rock formations and some wonderful canyon vista again. Ah, no again. What we happened upon was truly mind blowing and words will never describe accurately what we saw. Pictures cannot even do it justice. We finally got to the park entrance, put our $6 park fee in the box and as we rounded the first corner we were pretty much stopped dead in our tracks.
A massive expanse of deeply red coloured rock with so many formations that I just could not believe what I was seeing. I could not believe this was a natural creation. I wondered if I was hallucinating and had to keep checking with Dave as to whether he was seeing what I was. I literally kept questioning Dave as to whether or not perhaps someone had come in here and carved all of these formations…people, faces (angels, ghostly faces and more), animals (elephants, eagles, lizards and more), beehives…well, really if you can think of it, there is probably a formation of it. At least that is what it felt like. At every turn we saw something new. And after turning again that same rock would morph into something else. I was in shock and awe during our entire drive around the park and we did not even see the entire thing, which encompasses about 36,000 acres of land and has about 20 miles of roadway to drive around! I must say if someone wants to argue God versus Nature this place is a damn strong argument on the Nature side!
Arriving late in the day, we were literally the only ones there. Me, Dave and an expanse of natural wonder the like of which I have never ever seen in my life. I cannot believe we had never heard of this place and really think it ought to be listed as one of the Wonders of the World. This was most definitely the highlight of my trip. The combination of exploring this enormous piece of the Mojave Desert without another person in sight and the vastness of the naturally created formations that we saw were just beyond anything I could have pictured when I originally saw myself out in the middle of the desert, in the middle of nowhere. So it was here in the Valley of Fire that we sat and waited to watch the sun go down, surrounded by nothing but rock and sprawling desert and not a single sound.
If you have been to Vegas but never left the strip, well, there’s a lot more out there than the man made craziness of that one piece of road. Get a car, get off the strip and check out what natural beauty is so close to the unnatural bells and whistles of Vegas that draw all the tourists. And skip Red Rock – it’s cool, but nothing compared to the Valley of Fire.
(photos to be posted on a separate blog...)
Tuesday, June 09, 2009
Letter to the Crows
I CAN. NOT. STAND. CROWS. I seriously believe there should be a cull of you, you loud, nasty flying rats. You are downright mean, attacking people, other birds and small animals. And you abound everywhere. Currently a large segment of your population has taken up living in the trees street on my street. The noise you make is both annoying and creepy. I’d rather hear motorcycles and sirens than your aggravating squawking. I admit, you do happen to scare me, as I was once attacked by one your kind. And I don’t mean it just swooped around me. I mean this thing got its claw on my shoulder and pecked me in the head – hard! I realize creatures you like to protect their young, but really now, if I’m not actually approaching your bloody nest to abscond off with your stupid little baby bird, they BACK. THE. FUCK. OFF! And stop trying to steal food from seagulls. Stop grabbing food right out of the hands of people on the beach. Stop attacking the little birds who are helpless against you. And stop making so much fucking noise! We hear you and we aren’t interested in you or your young in’s!
Wednesday, June 03, 2009
Writing Spree
It was wonderful this morning to sit on my patio and actually be able to sit and write. My brain was not fogged in and allowed my ideas to flow onto the "page". So below you will find the results of this little writing spree. Enjoy!
Full Circle?
9 years ago to the date I left Abby behind and moved myself into the city. I didn’t know anyone and was here to make a fresh start by myself, for myself. It was exciting times for me. It did not take long to meet my first real friend, Kim, who remains one of my nearest and dearest today. Kim and I have been through it all in 9 years. Well, she’s probably been through more with me, but never waivers in our friendship (Thank you my friend).
When we were 28 Kim moved into the same building as me. I lived on the 10th floor and she lived two floors down on the 8th. We would literally call up and down to each other over our patios. So there we were, two young, hot, single girls, free as birds and always looking for fun (or as some may say trouble!) Yes, it was a good time in both our lives. The summer we were 28, also known to some as the “Summer of Debauchery” was probably the best summer I’ve ever spent. Although in retrospect I was probably running on a wave of hypomania, we wouldn’t have known that then. And so the summer was spent on many a patio, soaking up sunshine, flirting shamelessly in bars, dating randomly, and generally testing the waters (Is it legal to go topless at Kit’s Beach? Answer: yes). I was doing all the things I should have been doing when I was in my early 20’s (at which time I was instead married). Yes…that year was a great time.
But eventually Kim moved out of the ‘hood and we kept getting older, finding ourselves in actual relationships for periods of time and well, for the most part acting our age. As summer is now upon us, it is ironic – and exciting – that Kim and I find ourselves about to be living in the same building again. I’ve been here since February and she will move in July 1. It is going to be fabulous for me to have Kim living in the West End again (she’s been gone for so long). And though we are not 28 anymore we can’t help but be giddy and laugh at the thought of “The Summer of Debauchery” repeating itself in some way. (Don’t worry Dave, I’ll let Kim do all the shameless flirting!)
When we were 28 Kim moved into the same building as me. I lived on the 10th floor and she lived two floors down on the 8th. We would literally call up and down to each other over our patios. So there we were, two young, hot, single girls, free as birds and always looking for fun (or as some may say trouble!) Yes, it was a good time in both our lives. The summer we were 28, also known to some as the “Summer of Debauchery” was probably the best summer I’ve ever spent. Although in retrospect I was probably running on a wave of hypomania, we wouldn’t have known that then. And so the summer was spent on many a patio, soaking up sunshine, flirting shamelessly in bars, dating randomly, and generally testing the waters (Is it legal to go topless at Kit’s Beach? Answer: yes). I was doing all the things I should have been doing when I was in my early 20’s (at which time I was instead married). Yes…that year was a great time.
But eventually Kim moved out of the ‘hood and we kept getting older, finding ourselves in actual relationships for periods of time and well, for the most part acting our age. As summer is now upon us, it is ironic – and exciting – that Kim and I find ourselves about to be living in the same building again. I’ve been here since February and she will move in July 1. It is going to be fabulous for me to have Kim living in the West End again (she’s been gone for so long). And though we are not 28 anymore we can’t help but be giddy and laugh at the thought of “The Summer of Debauchery” repeating itself in some way. (Don’t worry Dave, I’ll let Kim do all the shameless flirting!)
Great View, But...
Living up on the 15th floor is fabulous…the view is worth every penny I pay in rent. However, it’s a REAL BITCH when the elevator is out of service, which it was over the weekend. So unless I didn’t plan to leave my apartment I was stuck hiking myself up and down 15 floors all weekend. Well actually it's 14 floors since there is no 13th floor, but whatever! Needless to say I thought this sucked! On a positive note however, my lungs can’t be that bad from all my smoking because I was able to do it without stopping. Mind you I was walking pretty slow. After two days of this, I woke up Monday morning with burning thighs. Yes, I am Out. Of. Shape! I thought maybe I should try walking up the stairs once a day as my workout! Thankfully it was fixed quickly and I haven’t bothered to walk up or down them since.
Summer Arrives
I have always loved summer in the city. I especially love being at English Bay, which to me is the hub of summer in the West End. There is a palpable change in the energy as the sun draws out crowds of people…strolling the streets, lounging at the beach, biking and blading the seawall. It feels to me like I’m on a permanent vacation, with the beach as my own backyard. As I have always said, it only takes one day of sunshine to make us “wet” coasters forget it has ever rained here a day in our lives. And it seems that the sunshine has announced its arrival, and with it summer is here. I have finally been able to pack away the scarves, mittens and toques. No more winter coats. Flip flops are the choice of footwear and my jeans hang untouched in my closet, traded for shorts and Capri's. Windows stay open and the heat is off. And I sit on my patio as I write this, with blue sky above, looking out to the ocean, the entrance to Stanley Park, the mountains now green in the background, and I think “Yes, this is why I live here. Why would one want to live anywhere else?”
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Simply Majestic
(Written while in Whistler May 22 - 28. Photos unavailable due to acting out computer!)
Although I haven’t travelled much and haven’t lived in many places, I do believe I live in “the best place on earth” the ads selling our beautiful province say. Urban legend says that the Inuit have hundreds of words for the snowflake. I believe the same may be said for the number of words we have to describe the natural beauty of my city and the many wonderful places so close to my home that I consider them to be my backyard
Case in point: Whistler. A two hour drive up one of the most scenic highways (whoever named it the Sea to Sky could not have come up with a better name!) puts me in a place people from all over the world come to enjoy, perhaps for only once in a life time. Every time I come here I sit back and look at the beauty of it all and think “I live here. I can come and admire this, be in this, any time I want. I can take advantage of all this place has to offer any time of year, either planned or just on the spur of the moment. This is my backyard. How incredibly lucky am I?”
Although I haven’t travelled much and haven’t lived in many places, I do believe I live in “the best place on earth” the ads selling our beautiful province say. Urban legend says that the Inuit have hundreds of words for the snowflake. I believe the same may be said for the number of words we have to describe the natural beauty of my city and the many wonderful places so close to my home that I consider them to be my backyard
Case in point: Whistler. A two hour drive up one of the most scenic highways (whoever named it the Sea to Sky could not have come up with a better name!) puts me in a place people from all over the world come to enjoy, perhaps for only once in a life time. Every time I come here I sit back and look at the beauty of it all and think “I live here. I can come and admire this, be in this, any time I want. I can take advantage of all this place has to offer any time of year, either planned or just on the spur of the moment. This is my backyard. How incredibly lucky am I?”
So, here I am spending a week up here amidst the stunning beauty of the mountains, a gift from my mom’s boss (THANK YOU KATHLEEN!!!!) in a gorgeous condo at peaceful, beautiful, right at the base of the mountain Creekside. Settling into a lounge chair by the pool the other day, the hot sun kissing my skin, I looked up to see snow covered mountain tops below which green grass surrounded by forest made up the ski run that appeared to end at the edge of our pool. It was somewhat surreal to look up to this picturesque scene while lounging in the hot sun. A stunning, awe-inspiring, breath-taking view for sure.
Yesterday Dave and I took my mom up the Whistler gondola to the Roundhouse. I have been up here countless times. My mom has not been to Whistler in over 20 years and although I have a memory of riding up the gondola, she really did not. It was during our ride up and the subsequent pause to take in the amazingly grand view offered 6,000 feet up that we agreed upon the word that truly encapsulates what the eyes take in. All three of us were finding words to describe it: incredible, beautiful, awesome, breathtaking, unbelievable, stunning, awe-inspiring, gorgeous…and on and on. But it was Loret who put it best: “It is majestic.” Yes. Truly, it is majestic. Looking out from atop the mountain the magnificence of the beauty before us was palpable. And I believe each of us thought to ourselves “How lucky am I to have experienced this moment of pure majestic natural beauty, and right in my own backyard!”
Sunday, May 24, 2009
The Comment of All Comments
I started this blog for myself. I just wanted to write. I also wanted to break away from the vulnerability of having other people read my writing. Blogging seemed the perfect venue…I could put my writing out there for others to read without having to see their reactions. I thought that it would be read by the few closest people in my life… you know, my mom, my dad, Dave, maybe a few friends would take the time to read it. Time went on. I became aware of more people reading it and especially began to love receiving the comments people left. Yes, I realized I was perhaps a little more narcissistic than I had originally thought. More time passed and I became aware that people that I don’t even know were reading my blog. My head grew bigger. The thought that people that do not know me would take time out of their lives to read my posts was both humbling and thrilling. Really cool actually. I believe that for the most part these people have been told about my blog by someone I know, or someone who knows someone I know (you know – tell one friend, they’ll tell another and pretty soon everyone’s hair will be silky smooth and shiny!)
Although there only a few people who regularly comment on my blog, I sometimes will receive an email from someone I know with a comment. I love getting comments – again, there’s that narcissist enjoying the attention. Every time someone comments, I get an email telling me so. So the other morning when I looked at my inbox and saw the name of someone I did not recognize, I was intrigued. Who the hell was Sharman King? And how did he/she come across my blog? Apparently by something called Google Alerts (which I know nothing about). Upon reading the comment about “The Moleskine Notebook”, I realized Sharman King is from the Book Warehouse. A comment from a bookstore?!!!!!! Talk about making my day! I got so excited you would have thought President Obama had taken the time to read my blog. For anyone out there who is confused about my level excitement, let me explain…
I love books. I mean I LOVE books. The crispness, the smell of new a new book; the different textures of the pages; the spine that has never been cracked. I have so many books I could probably open up my own bookstore. Unfortunately I would never be able to part with any of them so I’d end up losing my shirt quite quickly. So with my love for books comes my love of bookstores. I can spend hours in a bookstore. I love looking at the walls of books, the piles of books on tables. There is something extremely comforting about being in a bookstore. I could spend all my money in a bookstore. And I happen to love the Book Warehouse. I stare at the window frequently as I often pass it while walking down Davie Street. I often go in, even if it is just to look and touch all those new books and dream of one day owning all of them.
And so….to know that someone from my favourite bookstore somehow found my post about my favourite notebooks and actually took the time to let me know…well, I believe this really is the Comment of all comments for me! And yes, my head has swelled just slightly bigger.
Although there only a few people who regularly comment on my blog, I sometimes will receive an email from someone I know with a comment. I love getting comments – again, there’s that narcissist enjoying the attention. Every time someone comments, I get an email telling me so. So the other morning when I looked at my inbox and saw the name of someone I did not recognize, I was intrigued. Who the hell was Sharman King? And how did he/she come across my blog? Apparently by something called Google Alerts (which I know nothing about). Upon reading the comment about “The Moleskine Notebook”, I realized Sharman King is from the Book Warehouse. A comment from a bookstore?!!!!!! Talk about making my day! I got so excited you would have thought President Obama had taken the time to read my blog. For anyone out there who is confused about my level excitement, let me explain…
I love books. I mean I LOVE books. The crispness, the smell of new a new book; the different textures of the pages; the spine that has never been cracked. I have so many books I could probably open up my own bookstore. Unfortunately I would never be able to part with any of them so I’d end up losing my shirt quite quickly. So with my love for books comes my love of bookstores. I can spend hours in a bookstore. I love looking at the walls of books, the piles of books on tables. There is something extremely comforting about being in a bookstore. I could spend all my money in a bookstore. And I happen to love the Book Warehouse. I stare at the window frequently as I often pass it while walking down Davie Street. I often go in, even if it is just to look and touch all those new books and dream of one day owning all of them.
And so….to know that someone from my favourite bookstore somehow found my post about my favourite notebooks and actually took the time to let me know…well, I believe this really is the Comment of all comments for me! And yes, my head has swelled just slightly bigger.
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