Settler writer/musician, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in BC. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming in 2020, Hair Sinister after that. ————- RECONCILIATION IS HORSESHIT GIVE THE LAND BACK . @TheCorrection on twitter. live:allegra.sloman
I am very happy that I’m home, but it’s also lovely to have FOOOOOOODICLES and treeeeeeaaaticles.
Walmart was a ghastly ordeal but I didn’t have another place to go for the stuff I needed.
My Vancouver Aquarium masks arrived (including one for Alex) but paypal refunded my money. I’ve now sent two emails to the address associated with the purchase but Pauline, whoever the fuck she is or isn’t, was only prepared to give me a website address WITH NO CUSTOMER SERVICE EMAIL.
at 5 am I walked the face shields over to Planet Bachelor and briefly saw our grandson (Paul got up to take a leak while I was there staggering across the eye like a zombie in the background, grunting at my greeting) and Katie, who gave me the joy of her company for a brief moment, and a lift home. Raining off and on all day.
Around 10 am Jeff and I trekked out and committed 6 WHOLE ERRANDS – me in medical mask and face shield, Jeff in his homemade mask; Shoppers Drug Mart, The eyecare place, Kin’s Farm Market, the bank machine in the Colonial City Mall, gas and treats at the 7-11. We parted ways to increase efficiency and achieved our goals in very smart order, retreating to the joys of Time Team and New Tricks, among other TV offerings, and things like laundry and dishes and making a lovely fresh salad and bringing new guys up to speed on the old server, for the rest of day. Cold chicken sliced over salad with a side of fresh corn on the cob for dinner.
It was a productive day, and the anxiety level in the house is way down.
I know that it is ludicrous that I feel safer walking around with a facemask but I really do. I’m shedding 95 percent less crap when I do, and I’m definitely less of a danger to the people around me, even if they look appalled and give me a wide berth as I pass. I’m going to double up whenever I go out now.
fantastical lights from faraway places
retain their moment in time and I mine
settling myself into the gendered slurry
that is English
candles for my bath
as I stub the life from this lepisma saccharina
here’s a snapshot
it will be six months later
during a pandemic
when I finally stir myself
to clean up its corpse
grey in life, grey in death
almost indistinguishable from the grout
I can’t write today, I can’t
I’m a mote, should be mute, a little scrotey
blemish on the terrifying backside of English letters
all jealousy, a tunnel through inadequacy
reaching up through all this debris
for a garden of kindness
a shield against the noise
over the top of my face
years ago I got the plague mask
and on the bottom of my face
a white rectangle, broken into diamonds
a fabric diamond on my face
I never had one for my hand
I am a metagraph of ‘something into something else’
my mind and my DNA
once I had a face and now
because I love you
I do not
Paul and I went for a walk. New Generations Grocery is closed except for pickup orders so that didn’t pan out, but Paul found the last of the Granville Island Lion Winter Ale and I succumbed to one and a half of them when I got home. We also picked up schnitzel from the Balkan House restaurant and so that was a 2k walk, half of it under load, so no surprise I was tired. We ate on the deck for social distancing (I got SO HOT in the mask, how will I cope in hot weather, I have to think of a dodge pretty soon or I’m going to be quite circumscribed in terms of what I can do and where I can go.)
I was fine for allergies for a while but I’m now feeling tender in the brain again.
Damn that schnitzel was good. Literally just got up and devoured some out of the take out container for late lunch or early dinner. The spuds were fine as well. NOM.
so…. Dave and I were missing each other on Skype and finally we connected. I spent… it feels like I spent the first ten minutes of the call going On and fucking On, as one does, about how intelligent Buster is.
Mookie, Dave’s cat, promptly got up on the back of his chair, put two paws up on the bookshelf, and then, delicate, delicate, delicately extended one claw AND YOINKED DAVE’S WATER GLASS OVER. It didn’t break but Dave had to get up and get a towel. I got to watch the whole thing and instead of doing anything useful like warning Dave I screamed with laughter because I am, not to put too fine a point on it, a total weeb.
Then he jammed his hairy little face into the camera and for one brief second I thought I was disappearing into a tiger’s maw.
There are no eggs in Toronto, at least not for delivery.