i've got nothing but time today... no post in my head at all so we'll just wee what comes out of my fingers. err see, i mean see.
anyway, it's really starting to suck this driving in toronto thing. i didn't used to be afraid for my life when i got in my car every day. i don't remember people running red lights to the extent that the entire advanced green in the other direction gets used up.
i don't remember so maybe people hitting my car and leaving ridiculous dings and no notes.
it's just all gotten so much worse.
my friend b was telling me about what they did in new york city a few years ago. the mayor gave everyone a year's notice that anyone entering an intersection against the lights or when it was congested would receive a FIVE HUNDRED dollar fine.
five hundred bucks. and they warned them for a year.
they got everyone in a uniform, retired, student, meter maid, whatever and blitzed the city... not only did they make a killing? no one enters the intersection like that any more in new york. well not no one but you know, it's better.
do you know what the fine is here? here where intersections are clogged for ENTIRE cycles of lights by idiots who ran through on a yellow and only made it half way?
thirty seven dollars.
genius i tell you.
i have to get ready, da'mute and i are going climbing in ten minutes...nine and i need to brush my teeth.
i love being a chick that's ready in ten minutes.
more time to blog.
the weather is cold and rainy today but somehow it isn't depressing. it's crisp and invigorating. the same weather a month ago made me depressed and now it's delightful. i guess it's about the leaves on the trees. once they're down then it doesn't feel so weird that the weather is funny and cold.
either way it smells fantastic. cold and wet and filled with leaves and rain and a hint of smoke and crispy in your nostrils.
not to mention the colors right now, the don valley is fucking gorgeous these days with the colourful leaves and the water and the bright green grass.
the food reflects the season somehow. we're all eating squash and yams and potatoes and the fruit are shiny and hard and perfect for a cold day. apples in fall are heaven as are pumpkins and the rest of the squash family.
gourds so to speak.
i love gourds, all funky shaped with this strange alienness to them and yet they taste delicious.
i'm breaking up my cats. sorry let me rephrase. mouse and harriet are fine but faust is a problem. faust is the cat down the hall that's dating my cats.
harriet will take me down the hall and stand imperiously at his door while waiting for me to let him in.
he will saunter down the hall and scratch insistently at my door until i allow him in my home.
until the other night.
the other night at 2:42am (alarm set for 9am for a tough mat class with dianne miller) after i had been sleeping for at least ninety minutes i am startled awake by the sounds of two cats having a knock down, drag out fight.
i levitate out of bed and land in the living room to see faust in my window fighting off harriet and as i arrive and shout HEY at the top of my lungs he chucks her off the window ledge and she lands five feet down and four feet out and now i'm upset.
not only is he yowling in my window loud enough to levitate me straight up in the air with my heart racing directly from a sound sleep but he's trying to fight my cat off her own turf!
so i approach and he jumps down to my monitor and hisses at me and i take a sort of fuck off swipe at him (to tap his butt and get him on his way, not hurt him) and fucked if he doesn't attack my hand with his nasty little claws and draw blood.
now i'm raging.
so i stomp over to the door and open it and then stomp back and just look at him and say in my iciest voice "get the fuck out of my house" and make like i'm going to swipe at him again and he jumps to the floor finally and i manage to get behind him and chase him out into the hall.
so i grab the key to his house and stomp off down the hall while muttering to myself and the little hoodlum tries to hiss me off his door!
and doing it well enough that i'm actually afraid!
so i lean way over and unlock the door sort of from above and open it and he rushes in and i'm like 'and stay the fuck out of my house' and shut it and lock it.
so i can't have this. i can't have an animal in my own home who attacks me, that's just not okay. and i think harriet misses him but not that much, i don't see her rushing for the door to be let out and she's way less demanding about going to his house.
will i let them hang again? yes.
here? not if i'm sleeping or resting. that fucker goes home before bed.
not so much.
where the fuck is da'mute it's 3:52 pm... ahhh here he is.