Two Weeks Till Friday (?)

Because John hated my old theme…

It’s all John’s fault.

Like life, this too is temporary.

Which reminds me, our tenants put in their notice. Anyone looking for an apartment in Yaletown?

How’s that for a snazzy title?

Today is obviously Canada day and I would love to go on and on about how everything is wonderful in the world but oddly I’m in a bad mood. It may have something to do with the fact that I’m working. But not totally. The studio facilities are closed today so after my very sweaty bike ride in today, I was greeted with no available towels to dry myself after my much needed shower. Naturally, I had to take one anyway. And dry myself off by shaking. That was fun. I think I made myself dizzy.

As I had biked, I was required to take a bus up to Metrotown at lunch which is always a pleasure. I love public transit. Why isn’t it free again? Oh ya, we still want people to drive their cars. That makes sense. I know this sounds pathetic, but Old Navy was selling Canada Day t-shirts for 1 buck. I mean, how can you go wrong? I don’t know what it is but I’m a sucker for t-shirts. However, needless to say, by the time I got up there, they were sold out. Ya, that’s nice. So I ate a burger I didn’t really want (or need), picked up a coffee and left to come back.

And here I sit. At work. On a sunny Canada Day afternoon. Wondering what changes I can make to my life. Because I feel a change is needed. There’s a nervous wind blowing in off the horizon…

Ok, so the whole world knows that Mike and Farrah are now gone. I had that famous picture of Farrah pressed on a t-shirt (blue I think it was) back in Grade 4. Mrs. Rasmussen was my teacher and I had a crush on her then because she had the same feathered, Farrah Faucett hair. That and because she was hot. Mrs. Rasmussen? Just in case you read my blog? I thought you were hot. I just want you to know that. If you’re still alive…

Anyway, I loved that t-shirt. I wore it until the picture completely faded. One of my few memories of Grade 4, other than Mrs. Rasmussen of course, was standing in the front of the classroom with all the other kids, could have been a spelling bee or something… and when Mrs. Rasmussen called my name she said “Paul, look at your shirt? It looks like Farrah is fading into your heart”. And it was.

When Farrah was 50, she did Playboy again. That was 12 years ago. I had to buy it. HEY! Playboy is a very mature and thought provoking magazine! With pictures of naked women. Even though she still looked amazing for her age, she was aging. I don’t believe I bought the magazine to ’see Farrah naked’ but to somehow connect again to a woman who made such a big impact on my adolescent years. I still have that magazine somewhere around the apartment. I’m not sure how eager I am to dig it up. I prefer to remember the Farah from 1977. The one that was on my shirt.

So now she’s gone. We know the stories. We know about the cancer. Her final days. Tragic though one never knows how their story will play out. And she’s had a pretty good story. But like the spread she did in Playboy 12 years ago, I think I’ll just remember what it’s like to be 9 years old and in awe of the woman who’s picture was on my blue t-shirt.