My tapestry

The gaping hole in my living room is still, well, gaping. That’s cool. I prefer it to the sound of water running freely in the wall, and the sound of water dropping from the light fixture into the garbage can. It’s also nice to be able to use my garbage cans for garbage again. I’ve filled up the bathroom garbage cans with a pair of runners after noticing during my last run that it felt that I was running with nothing but some cardboard strapped to my feet. Drrrr… why does my knee hurt? Anyways, I just wish I knew when the drywallers were going to come and fix the hole. If it’s going to be a while, perhaps I could commission Po to do some cool tapestry to cover the cavernous maw. It could depict me in the throes of my day to day frenetic life: on the cell phone, eating over the kitchen sink while filling up the watering can and trying to pull my running shirt off over my head as I rummage for change for laundry using my toes. The bubble caption over my head would read “What am I going to do tonight?”.
Talked to Big D last night. We keep missing each other. That’s not to say I miss him, it’s just that we’ve both been really busy and play email and phone tag. Okay, I miss him. He called just as I was leaving Kerrisdale to meet H for our second date in front of my favourite restaurant in Kits: the Watermark. I’d torch that place, but it’s made of concrete. An aesthetical choice effectively showcased through modern architecture, or a way to hinder potential political pyromaniacs like yours truly: you decide. I said to Big D, I said, “I have fifteen minutes: Go!”. It was funny. He agreed to adhere to the fifteen minute conversation span because Lost was starting at 7pm. I’m kind of curious to know what happened even though I no longer watch the show. He and I shall catch up on all things important tomorrow night. Plus, I keep getting misinformation from a coworker whose mission in life is to exploit my gullibility. He said that there was a caveman on Lost last night. I said I didn’t believe him. Did anyone watch it last night? Was there a caveman? It doesn’t seem like there would be…
That’s about the extent of it, it would appear. I have my typical ADD spate of dates lined up: Lori tonight, Daryl tomorrow, Po and N on Saturday, a third date with H on Sunday. As usual my apartment is a mess, I’ve run out of (healthy) food and I’m figuring out where I can squeeze in another couple of workouts. Yes. Things are easing back to normal.
Po, let’s discuss the impending tapestry over lunch on Saturday. Maybe we can do a renaissance type thing, full of symbolism and imagery. Yes, this half empty bottle of wine reflects the subject’s love of… well, alcohol. The naked man sprawled in her rumpled bed represents her endless search for mind-blowing conversation. No, that’s not a cigarette she’s smoking. In her other hand? I believe that’s a spicy tuna roll, though it could be salmon. The title of the tapestry? Simple: The Hedonism of Duder.