I suppose it's rather cruel to find out people actually read this thing and then not post for over month. Here's to mending the break!
Tomorrow is Monday, which is a little bit of a disappointment. I like my weekends. They are like the crisp juicy apples dancing with their branches in the wind on a cool fall day here in Ontario. It's been 4 years since I've spent a fall here and find it hard to believe I almost forgot how the smell of them wafting through the air on a wooded evening hike is something next to paradise.
Monday, however, is like one of those apples you buy at some big-box-chain-grocery-store that has spent a week traveling by truck or boat from some foreign country to get to you. It comes complete with sticker and a shine as glossy as the cover of a magazine you'd find at the check-out line of said grocery store. BUT, pulling that apple out of your fridge and taking a bite is like sinking your teeth into a bowl of overcooked oat bran.
Not an experience I care to participate in on a weekly basis.
But I do participate. It's a good exercise in self-discipline if nothing else. You must think I hate my job, but I don't really. There are contentments and frustrations in every spot we find ourselves, right? I think my job might have a few more frustrations than the former suggestion. Besides work being a little slow and dull in the off-season, my soul finds it incredibly hard to breathe in an environment where the pasttime of choice for my co-workers on a weekday evening involves planting their asses on the couch all night and then discussing the observed characters the next day as if they are talking about real living, hurting, loving human beings.
If I start melting into a creature with those sort of habits, somebody tie me at the crossroads to die. In all seriousness. Sending me to grad school is another option. Or Japan. Or Peru. At least out of Acton (location of work). When I quit (my job's not bad, really, so it won't be happening any time in the near future), it will be for that reason above all others.
In other news, I discovered a couple behind me in church this morning fresh off the plane from, wait, could it be??? . . . NEDERLAND! Oh, how I love and miss that language and people. Sure, every country and tribe has their issues, but I am so happy to say that my roots stretch to that tiny spot on the world map. Highlight of my day right there.
Sweet dreams and goodnight.
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Nicole, sometimes if you look hard enough, you can still find grocery store apples that are crisp and bursting with flavor. Really. And sometimes, Mondays really do turn out to be good days. I hope today is one of those.
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