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In August sometime, Ivan and I went over to Tracey's for dinner. We made some kind of barbeque thing, I think. That's not the part I remember.

I do remember, though, that dinner involved vegetables. While Tracey took care of her wee one, Ivan and I took care of the peeling and scraping and chopping. When we were done, Ivan opened the under-sink cupboard to sweep some of the veg detritus into the garbage.

"Oh no, no!" I said, rushing to his side. "No no, I've got this bag over here. You can put it all in there."
"What? Why?"
"I'm going to take it home and add it to my compost."
"You're going to take this garbage home with you. To put in your composter."
"Unh. Sort of? I'm going to add it to my compost bucket and then take it to the community garden."

There was a pregnant pause.

"Are you sure you're not a lesbian?"

I threw back my head and laughed. "Dude. Except for my deep love of the cock. I am totally a lesbian."*
"Yeah, I've heard about your cock habit."
"Hard to break, that one."

*And yeah, I know that you can have an abiding love of cock and also be a lesbian. More on that tomorrow. Or soonish.

Dear Internet,

I have missed you, and how. The past few days have been trying, but the stomach aches and dizzy spells are gone.

And now? Now my modem is lighted all up in just the right places, my comuter is once more a computer. My house is still a disaster, but it's my house, and it's painted. I blew off the housework this evening to loll about, shoot the shit, and drink single malt scotch with handsome butches. CT is going to be here in three sleeps.

I thought I didn't miss you at all, but here I am, at 2:17 in the am, writing you a note to tell you that I'll never ever leave you again.

xom.

Although nothing terrible happened this weekend, and, in fact, some very fun things happened this weekend, I have spent most of the past two days in a foul mood. I have no right to bitch, because everything that is happening to me, with the exception of the comuter, is good. But two of the main good things happening to me require the marshalling of a lot of small details I'm not enjoying. During weather that is nigh unbearable.

One of the very fun things is that Ivan and I ended up going to see The Dark Knight on Friday. Earlier in the week, we'd talked about maybe going, but then an early afternoon phone call confirmed no. All good. I had cupboards to scrub; Dish Mountain to be scaled; boxes to pack.

The phone rang just as it was getting dark. She wasn't getting any work done, did I want to go after all?

I looked at the dirty dishes, I looked at the boxes.

"Yes. Yes, I would like that."

The movie was terrible. I think we were the only two peope in the theatre who thought so. At least we each had back up.

It was nearly 1 am when we came out of the theatre. The air was soupy.

"God," Ivan said. "I don't get this weather here, in what, Southern Ontario?"
"I'd say Eastern. But six of one, really."
"Okay, yeah. Whatever. In Vancouver, you look outside, it's grey and drizzling, and you know it's cold. Here you walk out and it's like you opened the dishwasher mid-cycle."

That phrase - dishwasher mid-cycle - didn't stray far from my poor overheated brain as I zipped from place to place picking up this and dropping off that. There are lots of things I probably hate more than the damp film of sweat a mid-summer Ottawegian day leaves over your skin, but by god, I'm hard pressed to think of them right now.

Maybe the dry, flaking skin of a February day.

And another thing: I could probably go on and on about how much I miss my computer and why, for fuck's sake, did the p die three weeks before my long distance lover came to town? And why, for FUCKS SAKE, didn't I think this through and just copy and paste the p until he got here? There are lot's of words without p's! That's why god invented ctrl-v! Chrissakes.

Lucky for me, my friends rock. Instead of going on and on, I will just transcribe this conversation.

Me: Don't those people at staples know that right now that computer is my sex life? They're killing me.
Jennifer: Well, feel free to use my computer when I'm gone. For whatever you want.

That, my dears, is what they call Above and Beyond.

And also, I love video Skype. Pixellation and all. Take that, 3000 miles.