I should be writing, and have been trying, keeping my bottom glued to the chair, and my blinds closed so that I can barely see the sun and the blue sky. But barely isn’t enough. Through the tiny gaps, I still get a glimpse of sun glistening on snow, a sliver of spruce tree, a slash of blue sky. And I want to go out, I want to run away from the blank screen and walk walk walk. I’m not sure how long I can stay sitting here writing a (bad of course because it’s the first go at it) new chapter.
I’m worn out from the stress of going down to the police station yesterday. Everyone there was quite nice though occasionally looking at me as if I had three heads (or so I imagined). But my shyness was at its peak and all I could so was smile idiotically and ask the occasional question. I’d done most of my asking (thank God) on the phone. I was there to look, and I took lots of photos to refresh my memory, paralyzed as my brain was with the enormity of my nerve. Going to a cop shop! Interrupting important work! Being short among many tall and broad men and women! Oh my.
Afterward I walked west and I walked east but I’m still not done walking off the muzziness of my head. Hence my urgent desire (along with the impetus of a bad couple of pages) to unglue myself from the chair and run away, which I expect that I shall do shortly.
Here are some pictures from my walk:
Now, in case you’re wondering what poutine is, let me explain. It is Quebec’s contribution to fast food: french fries with melted cheese curd and gravy overtop. I do not know how an entire restaurant on chi-chi Queen W. can be devoted to it.
Speaking of chi-chi stores, this next photo was taken in a shop for hyper moms of infants and pre-schoolers. Now I admit that I was kind of one of those with my first baby. It was only with my second child and trying to write a book that I gave up on expensive kids’ shoes and went along with all the other local moms to the Payless shoe store that had opened up in my neighbourhood. But still, this store made me laugh. The following item, in case you can’t figure it out from the name, is a cap to place on a baby boy’s penis, lest he pee into your face while diapering him.
Would you buy one of these?
Okay, I’m posting this, and giving my chapter one more hearty go before I leap up and run away.