I have made the collective and somewhat fleeting decision to stop eating meat. It's not too difficult considering I don't really eat a lot of it anyway.
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I am on a lovely day off now. It's odd to have a work day in between my days off, but because I know why it is that way, it's okay. Mondays are my administrative days anyway; where I take care of all the phone calls, reminder letters, reports. It's easy because all I have to do is sit at the back desk and get my stuff done. I'm pretty effecient at it, too. At least that's what my manager says. She's impressed - I'm happy. Working is fun some days, distressing other days. I've been opening the past couple weeks, and will continue on this schedule until probably July, if not August. It's nice to know that I don't have to worry about closing at the end of the day - which can be stressful.
Since it's only 8:30 I haven't deemed it necessary to get out of bed, and have been interneting from my warm cocoon of sleep. I should probably do stuff, but really don't want to bother. My cats are running rampant, destroying things (most likely).
"1, 2, 3, 4, tell me that you love me more."
I love Campbell River for this reason: constant access to the ocean. Whenever I'm near the water I feel so calm and content - like there's some part of me that just wants to be there all the time. I love watching the birds skim along the surface, seeking crabs in tidepools, skipping rocks, looking for beach glass. Yes, the ocean is probably my one true love in this world. It is constant. It is magnificently powerful and calm all in the same breath. The ocean is always changing, yet it is always there, always waiting for what's next. I simply adore it.
Here's another picture from the other side of the park we went to the other day. It was so sunny and beautiful out, and it's actually a park where my grandparent's memory is preserved with a picnic bench my father's family members put together money to dedicate. It's interesting that it was placed at this park, because it is directly across from the apartment building where my mom's mom used to live. I miss my grandparents every day, all of them, and intend to honor their memory by naming my future child after them. My mom's mom was Flora (but her sisters called her "tune" as a short form of Petunia), and my dad's mom Lolita Pearl, my dad's dad Joseph, and my mom's dad Robert. When I think of a future child, I imagine a girl. Since my cousin already has a son named Joseph I'd probably make it the middle name or something. It's my brother's middle name too, but he has both my grandfather's names. I don't know how I'll work it out, but I will. It'll happen.
"You said your love would always be mine for eternity, and you could never love apart from me."
Now that I've rambled about the ocean, I think I'll finish this, because I don't really have anything else to talk about. Sad life I live.
