Well, it’s getting on the end of April. I’m one month away from running my first half-marathon with the rest of my High Park buddies and I’m deep into season one of Arrested Development. George Bluth Senior has converted to Judaism in prison. I LOVE this show. I love it like I love pudding!

It seems that we’re now, almost inevitably, facing an election this spring. Boy, am I enthusiastic about that prospect. Which clown to hire for the party? Jacko, Harpo or…Bono? Citizenship aside, do you think Canadians would elect Bono if he ran in the next federal election? Not too much would surprise me — unless Canadians voted in an NDP government. Boy, that would surprise me — no offense JL!!
I would never want to be a politician. Talk about not pleasing many of the people most of the time.

According to statistics I came across today, the average life expectancy in Zambia is 35. I think it would be difficult for most healthy North Americans to imagine that their lives would end at 35. Gee, I would only have a year and a half left….Well, I’m still going to stay home tonight, but it does make me wonder one thing: How do you know when you’ve lived a “complete” life? At what point would you ever be satisfied that you had lived enough, loved enough, patted enough dogs and cats, eaten enough breakfast cereal, watched enough episodes of your favorite show?

There is such a huge imbalance in the quality of life that different people live in the world, in this country, in this city, even. The Toronto Star is currently running a series on education in fly-in reserves in Northern Ontario. You can bet the situation is the same in virtually every other province in Canada.

For no reason, I just tried channeling the spirit of Christopher Lloyd. It didn’t work. Guess he’s busy right now.

Ah, I ran out of sentences in my sentence-making kit. Good night.

Mid-December already, and yes, I’ve been a bad blogger. Coal in Schubert’s stocking this year…Oh maybe next year I’ll be more attentive to my site, maybe I’ll also work at a food bank and donate more money to the cat shelters of this town and eat more vegetables and call my grandmother more often.

Well, we can hope.

Today, a day I took off work so I could write my translation exam, was punctuated with howls from my mentally ill cat. It has not been a relaxing day. I had cookies for breakfast (thanks Kersten), did two loads of laundry, found out I got a C on my latest school assignment (which, for a perfectionist like myself is like getting an H-) and the black cat cried on. Went out to the vet to get the desperate feline his dose of Pro-cat-zac and then popped in at the local pub for a quick lunch and coffee (+ shot)…The pub was having their Customer Christmas party later that night, but I’m having to miss it. Short, yam-faced drummer came in to set up his kit for the evening. Turns out he’s from Winnipeg too. He says he likes we must have a lot in common and that he likes green — do I like green too? Sure, I like green. And black and dark red and white. Oh, I know a line when I hear it, though I haven’t heard many lately.

Talked to Neilio 5 times today. Absence makes the heart grow even fonder, n’est-ce pas? He’s busy catching up with students and old friends. I don’t think he can be missing the manic depressive cat episodes.

Looking forward to getting this translation exam sent off tomorrow. Will celebrate by going out for brunch, a nice relaxing yoga class, buying a bottle of Christmas cheer and renting a suitably fuzzy, heartwarming chick movie. Maybe Love, Actually, though I saw it last year. It’s worth it just for 2 minutes of Rodrigo Santoro in his skivvies.

Hot bath cooling off. Listening to the Stars right now. Missed the boat — I think both shows at the Mod Club sold out. Oh, well.

Good night.

Intended an early night tonight. Woke up at 4 am yesterday morning, legs and feet aching from four hours of walking the picket line and a spontaneous 5 km evening run (this after not having run in 2 years). So….needless to say I have taken it easy tonight. Watched my traditional hour of CSI (why cut off a corpse’s finger to get a print? reminds me of that Hans Christian Andersen tale where the girl cuts off her finger so she can use it to open a locked gate and save her seven brothers who have been turned into crows — why cut the finger off?), phoned a friend to thank her for making Thanksgiving dinner (don’t you just love people who love to cook and are glad to share!), and researched a few Masters programs online…Still interested in everything and nothing in particular. Can’t decide between English/Creative Writing, Second Language Education or International Relations/Law. Meanwhile, I’m still chipping away at that French Language Certificate. Oh, I’m so good at starting things, not so good at staying the course.

Speaking of running, I figured it would be good to set myself the challenge of being able to run a 10 K by Christmas. Ooh, it’s going to start getting cold soon, too, so it will be an extra test of my staying power. Living across from a large beautiful park chock full of spry joggers is inspiring and the local running club averages about 70 people per outing. So what’s my excuse besides back-to-back episodes of CSI on Spike TV? Today I confess I’ve already skipped the first club run for the sake of a much-needed nap, but there’s always tomorrow, right?

Halloween is coming soon. Maybe I should give out candy this year, instead of lying on the floor with the lights off because I didn’t get around to buying any Kit Kats. Heck, I think I might even like to go trick-or-treating this year…There are some pretty swanky houses around here and they don’t look like they’re owned by people who give out that crappy paper-wrapped bat toffee. I’ve already told the black cat that he’s going to have to work the windows this year. He is so lazy the rest of the year!

Well, time to curl up with a warm blanket and a good book. I’m about a quarter into Richard Wright’s Clara Callan. It’s strange reading about characters living in the 1930’s talking about sex and abortions. I don’t know why…maybe I think of people back then being more innocent, which is a crazy notion. People have known how to make more people for thousand of years, right?