flurries
It’s -21 outside and snowing like crazy. horizontal style. I’m going to venture outside soon to go to the post office and the video shop. lets hope i make it back alive Ha Ha.
i still dont have a job but im not too worried because leaving to go to work on a morning like this i would be wishing i didnt have to work and since i dont have to work im using those thoughts to my advantage. i am trying to be productive with my time and lately i have been successful, writing, reading and doing “art”.
i just finished reading an amazing book, someone’s memoirs. the woman who’s memoirs they are is a law professor in california who suffers from extreme schizophrenia. she writes about her life and how her sickness came upon her and how she dealt/did not deal with it and how she was having intense psychotic episodes while achieving brilliance at oxford university where she got a scholarship. totally a-mazing story. its called “the center cannot hold” and i would recommend to anyone who finds mental illness as fascinating as i do. it gives you a really great insight into madness, its rare to read anything like that written by someone who is “mad”, in that she has experienced such psychosis. i loved it so much, and when i was done i found her email on the internet and wrote to her telling her what an honour it was to read her book, and to my surprise she wrote back a sweet little thankyou email. me=delighted!
in other news, we have a rat in our kitchen that I think is the size of an actual human. I can hear it at night in there and always without fail I think it’s bj in the kitchen formulating a snack. Because I can hear footsteps and the fridge door opening and closing and the toaster popping up and jars being opened and bags rustling. Then I realise that bj is at his desk working because I can hear his keyboard clicking away. Wow, the rat is really loud. So then I feel a bit freaked out and stomp to the kitchen so that the rat runs away before I get there because I do not want to see it. I caught sight of it once and it was huge. When I get to the kitchen and the rat is gone I can see what it was up to. Usually I see that it wasn’t making toast it was trying to get into the recycling.
This morning when I got up and went to the kitchen I could see evidence of the rat’s night. It had been in the butter and it had taken bites out of three tomatoes and one pear. I lined up the butter, tomatoes and pear and marked them as Exhibits A through E so that when bj got up he would be able to witness the state of things. I went out for a while and when I got back bj was in the kitchen. I said “did you see the evidence?” and he said “the rat confessed while you were out.” well it knows it’s guilty at least but I will have to find somewhere else to put the butter and fruit from now on.
