Driving around Vancouver in the rain in February – how evocative! How jam packed with pathetic fallacy, derp. I said goodbye to Wreck Beach and the Museum of Anthropology; goodbye to the Botanical Gardens and the Nitobe Gardens. I drove by friends’ houses and dropped off stuff I’ve borrowed; said bye to John’s Jukes and Big Purple and various eating establishments and drinking holes. I said goodbye to the Cambie Bridge and then drove across the Burrard Bridge to say goodbye to it too.
The friend who got me to see the psychologist two Mondays hence called. He tells me I’m not seeing straight, but I remember what somebody said. When you’re smart, it’s easier to see the future, and if it looks like this. Except not so funny.
Daughter Katie will turn up shortly and we’ll eat junk food and kvetch about things.
