The Triumphant Spring Return of Schubert's Nose
After a long absence due to banal circumstances, I humbly return to my beloved website, with an aim to leap gleefully from the peaks of the frosty Dairy Queen cone, tumbling down freely with the other nuts, and then spiralling off on my own non-commercial tangent.
In fact, I have just returned from Montreal, which has nifty old-fashioned looking neon Dairy Queen signs. Do the terms “old-fashioned” and “neon” go together? Maybe I’m not as old as I thought. Yippee.
I would love to regale you with tales of my trek through the Himalayas and how I came to find personal enlightenment, but that will have to wait until I actually do these things. I would, however, love to hear what you’ve been up to, especially since I know none of you out there and we’re running out of time, quite frankly. You will have to take the kids to hockey lessons and then go to your Aquafit classes or tend to your potato plants or what have you…And I’ll be busy climbing the non-corporate ladder, which, until now, has been lying flat on the floor.
My trip to Montreal was meant intended simply to return me to a state of empty-headedness trust in the universe. I went to the Notre-Dame Cathedral, the oratoire de Saint-Joseph (I saw Brother Andre’s heart in a glass box!), about 14 bookstores, 3 movies, eight or nine coffee shops, two internet cafes, six bakeries and one bingo fundraiser for an art gallery. I had seven cafe au lait’s in a bowl, at least 5 or 6 chocolatines, 4 quiches, 2 Brasilian coffees and nineteen slices of bread. I watched one mass penguin feedings and spent twenty-two non-consecutive hours walking in the rain.
I have developed a fondness for penguins.
Having lived in Winnipeg for the past two years now, I realize that all the 20 to 40 year-olds are living in Montreal, except for the business-oriented ones who are in Toronto and the granola crunching bunch in Nelson, B.C.
I learned you can’t turn right on a red light in Montreal and there are 35 things you need to know before you even consider parking your car on the street in Montreal.
It’s easy to spend money on little things and it’s easy to waste time watching daytime television, even if you don’t think you’re tempted.
That’s it for today. For the next while, I shall make absolutely no attempt to organize my thought, for they are enjoyed their right to be scattered for now.
See you tomorrow.
Posted on April 29, 2003 11:28 PM