I know that you think at the ripe old age of 24 you no longer need to celebrate because you are now on the "old" side of age instead of the "young" side. But besides the knitting and the sipping hot water, you are the most youthful person I know!! So I hope you have a wonderfully carefree and YOUTHFUL day, and I hope you enjoy your imported Birthday treats. You don't know how many people's hands I had to slap to make sure they reached you safely.
A little birthday quote I have dedicated to you from Mr. Ralph Waldo Emerson:
“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.”
LOVE YOU!
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Stolen doesn't feel as good as in Toronto
Yesterday two bad things happened.
First the scooter was towed away while I was at work. Something about parking it on a sidewalk... I mean it was a wide sidewalk, what's their freakin problem!?
Second, Ray's back tire was stolen off his bike. Right in front of our building, with all the security "presence", and video cameras, it was just jacked. The other two bikes had all of their tires. It's just not fair.
Of course I was the last person to drive either of the two-wheelers.
This created a series of emotions, disbelief, anger, a sense of violation...aaand back to anger. Anger at the crack addicts for needing to steal things to get money to buy more crack, at the security guards who are really nice, but provided absolutely no security, and for all the rich people who live around us who probably wouldn't even care that their $300 bike was damaged and violated because they can just drive their BMW X6's over to the bike store and buy a new one tomorrow.
But most of all it made me miss Toronto. Because even when your stuff gets stolen or towed, you at least have a drunk sister to laugh about it with, or more people to complain about it to. And someone willing to give you a ride around Scarborough when all your wheels are gone.
First the scooter was towed away while I was at work. Something about parking it on a sidewalk... I mean it was a wide sidewalk, what's their freakin problem!?
Second, Ray's back tire was stolen off his bike. Right in front of our building, with all the security "presence", and video cameras, it was just jacked. The other two bikes had all of their tires. It's just not fair.
Of course I was the last person to drive either of the two-wheelers.
This created a series of emotions, disbelief, anger, a sense of violation...aaand back to anger. Anger at the crack addicts for needing to steal things to get money to buy more crack, at the security guards who are really nice, but provided absolutely no security, and for all the rich people who live around us who probably wouldn't even care that their $300 bike was damaged and violated because they can just drive their BMW X6's over to the bike store and buy a new one tomorrow.
But most of all it made me miss Toronto. Because even when your stuff gets stolen or towed, you at least have a drunk sister to laugh about it with, or more people to complain about it to. And someone willing to give you a ride around Scarborough when all your wheels are gone.
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