bipolar day

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so i swear i'll post more next month really i will... but see august has been this crazy month that started with a ragingly lazy long weekend and ends with a weekend of camping.

yes, of course labour day is in august, september starts on the tuesday after labour day. no that's it. otherwise it's not in the SUMMER.

in between there was a campout in hoot's backyard and some sauble beach swimming, a lovely trip to seattle, a weekend in town doing a lot of nothing (and eating out) and now CAMPING!

*dance of camping joy*

there were supposed to be a few other folks coming like othercat's partner and the other drummer from our band but they're being jam tarts. as if we care, we're going to eat like kings and drink royally (mmmm irish whiskey) and laze about and swim if we feel like it.

i'm bringing a BOOK! (don't laugh, i'm bringing a textbook called 'anatomy trains') [oh god i'm a grown up] {bringing school books, yeesh, next you'll start knitting} |would you all pipe the fuck down?!?! i'm trying to write a blog post already| *shakes head*

okay two books... the other one is called 'dime store magic' and it's about a witch. i think that's a stellar combination. one for when i'm not sober enough to comprehend latin words and one for when i am.

oh god, i'm learning latin. how did THAT fucking happen? somewhere, when i wasn't looking, i started to like learning things. amazing that it took about fifteen years to knock the school out of my head and start learning again.

we are going to eat so well, god you guys have no idea what it's like to go camping with othercat. one year? we woke up to snow and had pie for dessert before bed...

there's marinated chicken and filet and steamed vegetables and delicious veggie sandwiches with hummus and avocado and ... crap i need a snack. and trail mix and all sorts of nuts and tea and coffee and irish whiskey and... okay fine, i know i mentioned the whiskey already.

by the way? we're FULLY aware that it's going to rain and we don't give a shit. in fact? if there's no lightning we'll go swimming in it.

and if you've never been swimming in the rain?

good god WHY NOT?
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i have had a seriously stellar and yet horrid day today. i mean total ups and downs.

i won an argument with lululemon... without having to argue!
i taught a sent by the universe class that came out of nowhere.
i did a client who does rolfing and might send ME clients now.
*dance of joy*
i got a raise from one of my group class places.

i got in an argument a few months ago with this guy through my window. he would drive up and park and start to honk at someone.

at one am.

yeah, so i yelled at him and we got into argument after argument and then one day he ranted about me TO someone else, and how annoying i was and how i needed to get it through my head that i lived in toronto and that people made noise.

i decided that he was an asshole and that he had a point. so i shut up.

well then today i get home and harriet is out so i freak and check on mouse and faust and they're fine so i go looking for her.

and i'm looking and not expecting much and then this guy walks up and he's like 'lose something?'

and i say 'my cat' and he realises eventually who i am and he's like 'you're that girl?' and i'm like 'yup' and he's like 'wow i never would have been so mean if i knew how sexy you were.'

i mean what? props to me on the sexiness anyway.

so i prop open my window and i go for dinner at othercat's and i sort of assume harriet will come home and i abandon mouse at faust's house...

and yeah, off to othercat's and packing for camping and then i come home in a lovely mood and ready for the weekend and some fun...

and harriet isn't home.

mouse insists on coming home but she isn't going anywhere near the window so i made it kind of too skinny for her and i'm leaving it open for harriet. that little bitch.

i don't think she's coming back, there's no sense of her here. i've looked around and called a little but i haven't done much [aka wandered the alley for an hour]. i can't really explain it. the window screen was open, the other two cats were here, it's like this place wasn't big enough for her anymore.

yeah you all think i'm projecting but that cat named herself after houdini by escaping to the outside twice in the same day. after never having done it before.

she lived here because she chose to live here. i hope that she chooses to live here again... i'm just not holding my breath. i feel weird though going camping tomorrow and all with my cat gone. aren't i supposed to be crying and stuff?

i guess part of me believes that she'll come back.

and part of me knows that she won't. i wonder which one of us is right.

ah well, i'll leave a space for her in the window and hope she's here when i get back... and of course i'll call the vet and the humane society. i just... i'm not worried somehow [and neither is mouse], she left of her own volition and we'll see if she comes back or not.

hope so.

[yes, of course i'm really sad]