...your faith in your good friend Jeremy is yours. BOO YEAH. LOOK WHO'S QUOTING STAR WARS LIKE A MASTER JEDI NOW? Come pretty far in a month, didn't I? :D
Anyway, I was all sure that this was going to be this great back to business kind of week, forgetting two important things: 1) Canada Day, and 2) that it's summer. Allow me to elaborate!
Almost all of you who have heard of my fair country know and joke about how it's nothing but freezing cold, with snow and Eskimos and we all live in igloos. This is mercilessly untrue. In the summer, Canada is very very hot and often humid and just really really catches you off guard with it. We`re having weather in the 30s, which is like... I'll ask, just a minute. Right, so, 30 degrees Celsius is like 86 Farenheit. That is a bad and unfriendly number.
Of course Canada Day sidelined me, and isn't it just like me to forget a little thing like a national holiday coming up? So yes, there were no movies or TV that day. There was an entertaining scuffle we're calling the War of the Staircase, wherein we tried to get this poor shattered fella in a chair down several flights of stairs. It was a very bad idea and we're all very sorry about it, but hey, I got a house party out of it and it turns out we had a pretty good view of the fireworks. All in all, it was a pretty fun day.
Roomie's apartment hunting, which has been eating chunks of his time and driving him nuts. Right now we live in what's called a walk-up, which is this charming landlord way of saying NOT SO FAST, JEREMY. You guessed what it means already, right? There is no elevator. So now we're looking for a place with an elevator, because I can really only tax my friends' upper body strength so far. Everybody's been really helpful, but the fact is I'm like this big old anchor right now and it's not a good thing. I like being mobile, and instead I've got one arm to pilot a wheelchair all of nowhere at all unless I want to surf a staircase with my face.
But let's get back to the heat because it is absolutely punishing. We've got the windows open and fans blowing and I'm drinking lots of cold water but it's still just miserable. Codeine does not dull my awareness of the temperature, which at its kindest is lulling me down for some sleeeeeep and at worst is just making the itches nightmarish. Remember, there's really nothing I can do about my legs right now. If they want to be hot they are going to be hot indeed. When we had the party, someone brought over this big party-size bag of crushed ice and I just picked it up and hugged it. Ohhh it was nice.
So yeah, there's been some hurdles this week, which put be behind-er than I expected. Lacy's family was in town, Roomie was sidelined with apartment hunting, I was melting, and there was a holiday. Now I hear they're saying some hurricane tropical nonsense is bearing toward us for tomorrow and Sunday. If it hits us, we'll see about if I have enough power to watch stuff. If it doesn't, everything should be cool. If it's here tomorrow that means it's probably in like upper USA right now... soooo I hope it didn't ruin too many people's holiday down there.
But yes! Let me tell you about The Fireworks Jeremy Should Have Missed! The city sets off fireworks from this barge in the harbour, and the waterfront's I guess really crowded every year but a lot of people miss the fireworks because funky-shaped waterfront plus tall buildings plus they don't really know where to put the barge so Dartmouth can see too. Now we live north of the waterfront, so imagine our surprise when the barge pulls up in line with our apartment window! There's a tower that would have completely blocked our view of the whole harbour and skyline, but the barge was beyond it, right in line with us. And this year, I don't know what was up, but they weren't shooting those fireworks off very high at all. Just high enough to be at eyeline for some poor dumb fella in a chair, watching from his apartment windows. Folks, that was really really not likely to all come together and yet it did. It wasn't the biggest fireworks show, but ohhh what I love in life is some fireworks. They always make me feel like a little kid in the best way. There was this one they kept shooting off, it would burst and spread, and then the little sparks would kind of dance in midair and then they would crackle outward and fade... and then SNAP BACK TO LIFE AGAIN! I'm sure my smile was the biggest, dumbest, goofiest thing around at that. Fantastic.
Now even though I didn't get to much this week, what I did get was very feel-good and folks, I do feel good. Despite being in a roasting oven. I feel very very good. I laughed at Groundhog Day, I liked The Carbonite Maneuver, I was just riveted by The Balance of Terror, and Rocky was such a positive film overall with this really endearing lead - I'm no boxer, of course, but I sort of empathized with the guy. He's where I'm at and has a chance for a bit of positive in his life. Now of course his is much bigger, but apples and oranges, right? So that was good, I liked that.
Anyway, now that I'm in a bit more of a spot to deal with the heat (new fan, you are my best of all best friends), things should uptick. Unless I'm forgetting some secret holiday next week. :D
To those who still read me when I come here with something to say, I want to just throw out a big big thank you. Leave some comments, please, I love reading them. I'm getting so many nice emails from people who are in my situation, who have been in my situation, who know someone in my situation, and every time I read one it's just this massive boost to my day. Thank you all so much. :D