may 27, 2002.

"Hi Sweetie, I'm just calling you back. I had my lunch of hotdogs and Beep. I'll talk to you soon."

For some reason, that message seems to encapsulate everything I love about the Boy. Reading it over, I realize how inscrutable that statement is. I guess you'll just have to trust me on it.

I've been hanging around home, trying not to get sucked into the various entertainment options that leave me sitting on my ass for a good portion of the day. It's an uphill climb I assure you - especially now that my sandals give me lingering cramps along the length of my foot and up into the ankle. We tried to find sandals at the AntiLife - I mean, at the mall - but the world has gone mad and there are no options for a girl who wants flat sandals with leather straps, buckles and a decent tread. I feel like Charlton Heston going over the hill and seeing an ape riding a horse.

Wait a minute! Those were OUR Birkenstocks! And you blew it up!

Anyhoo, no new sandals. I'm going to look for the fisherman sandals Russell Smith mentioned in his Globe article, the kind that are sold in Kensington Market. Until then, I guess I need to stay off the heels. My boots are lodged in Dirk's haus, a.k.a. The House Where Nobody Lives, so I'm stuck with the 3-holes. Good thing I always overpack - if I'd been sensible, I might have only one pair of shoes.

Everyone is really pleased that we'll be moving back to Toronto in the fall. The only downside is that my Mom's going gung-ho on school board research and I'd rather hold off until I've got my district map in front of me. Also, I need to start thinking about the move. Last time, during the Big Bitch Cross Canada Blow Out, we squeaked through the experience with only $150 or so in expenses. This time it looks like we'll be lucky if we can get it home for less than a grand. Argggh. We simply don't have that kind of money, especially not when we'll be expected to fork over first & last rent. Not to mention the simple yet compelling fact that Toronto rent is miles different from Nova Gothic rent. I suspect a purge of worldly goods is coming. Good thing the Boy's been doing all that reading on Buddhism. And if inner enlightenment fails, at least we can claim it on our taxes.

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