Easter and the Ass

We tend to skip over the part that despair plays in the passion. My ponderings started with a donkey. A donkey meandered into town, carrying a man on her sturdy wide back. I imagine she would stop and bray and sniff the air for food. She was not pretentious. She didn’t mind accepting the generosity of others. She was an ass after all. But nobody, not anybody, could tell her what to do. She would walk at her own pace. Today, she didn’t mind sashaying into town. She swayed her hips comfortably, carrying such a lightweight of a dude. This…

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painting the walls light blue

I cycle along the seawall between Cambie and Granville island, past the tiny woman taking a photo of her tiny dog with her tiny camera. Past the poodle peeing on the jelly bean (art installation). Past a grizzled cart pusher who has turned his face upwards to the sky with a kind of rapture that makes me put my brakes on. I fly under a wedding of cherry blossoms and upturn all the pink skirts. I gaze at fancy boats bobbing in the bay like fat businessmen in black and white suits chuckling over their drinks. Clinkity clink clink. “aren’t…

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Up on the Blocks – kind of a rambly story, more of a catch up

A tale of two cities runs through my head as my car refuses to turn over on Main and fifteenth tonight. Anita is visiting and I am so delighted to see her! But poor little Mini the Blue. I hope there isn’t much wrong with her, for her sake and for mine. I won’t be able to keep her if she costs me too much to fix. I would have a hard time justifying to my family that I wish to repair my eleven year old Mini Cooper simply because she pleases me aesthetically and I am in love with…

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giving blood

I pull off the band-aid from my arm. I have given blood today, B+ being one of the rarer types. Was it too soon after my operation? Maybe I gave too much. I slid into a hot dizzy nausea when they removed the needle. It kept me sideways in a bed with a cockeyed swarthy doctor calmly ordering, “kick your legs, kick your legs” while a skittish nurse threw long wet white stripes of cloth and ice water over my neck and wrists. What-?! What is she doing?! I gasp, alarmed at the wet soggy shock of cold. I want…

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