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ewtI appear to be tidying my room. I've decided the kitchen stuff can all go in the kitchen, damnit, except for 'instant food' sorts of things that would be likely to be stolen, and the stuff in the refrigerator (although pulling an Amy and putting my personal refrigerator in the kitchen is tempting). There is plenty of space in there and even if everyone did this it would still be spacious. There is not plenty of space in my room. I need to be able to move in here.
I need to go to the chickenlady's house and get some of my things. I also need to be in the Keyboard Lab from 17.30-20.30 this evening, as that is when it is open. I suspect chickenlady's house will have to wait until tomorrow night after rehearsal. Grah.
Last night I had dreams involving fighting alligators, except they were too small to be alligators but I'm sure in the dream I thought 'alligators'. They were the pets of a housemate? flatmate? guest? and they were trying to eat people I cared about, so I had to put them in this big container full of cold water where they would be safe and unharmed and also leave the rest of us alone. Also, I collected hens eggs from very strange not-hens-nest places. Also I cycled a lot, and ran a lot, and swimming was involved. No wonder I was so tired when I woke up!
I've remembered that my uncle offered the use of bicycles at the cottage this summer when I'm there for the reunion (since everyone else will be driving and it is too far to walk from where I'll be staying and where the reunion is). I must remember to take my bicycle helmet with me; bulky and annoying, but maybe I'll use it in Oshawa as well. I'm looking forward to this; riding around Pike Lake will be just like being a kid again, sortof, except I won't get my skirt caught in the bicycle chain and sit by the side of the road trying to take the bicycle apart with a dime. I want to pick Saskatoon berries until I'm sick of them, and go swimming in the lake at midnight, and look at a sky so full of stars it takes my breath away. I want to fly a kite and have a campfire and eat too many marshmallows and sing songs in the car and look at the cacti in the playing field and see deer and maybe rabbits and definitely gophers. I haven't seen a gopher for years! Not a surprise as they don't tend to live in London... London is my home now as much as anywhere is, but it is still strange to me after five years. I guess Saskatchewan will feel strange too, now.
I am looking forward to visiting some of the places of my childhood. Sometime I'd like to go back to all the places I've lived and see what they are like now. They'll all be different than I remember, of course, but that's okay.
I must retrieve the remainder of my CD collection from the garage. I'll send them back here by surface if necessary but I NEED my Flanders & Swann. And there are books, and random other things I put away when I moved to England... I need to have a Big Sort, I guess. Maybe I can do it as soon as I get there and do a load of 3-day eBay auctions so I can get rid of the stuff I don't want, post anything else on a local Freecycle mailing list (dunno if there is one in Regina but there might be) or take it to a second-hand shop. I know there are books, I know there are CDs, I know there's an old computer that belongs to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shevek, and I'm not even sure what else is out there... scary!
It will also be weird being in Oshawa. I find myself actually looking forward to seeing the dog, even though I didn't ever live with her really; today on the way to class I saw a lovely Golden Retriever and stopped to say hello. I AM NOT A DOG PERSON. It will be weird going to a house I've never been to, never lived in, and seeing so many objects I grew up with in yet another configuration, along with some new ones. They are just things, but they have memories attached. It will be lovely to go to Toronto and meethopeness. It will be strange seeing my brother again after two and a half years - people change so much at his age, I know I did. I guess I've changed lots too and it will be weird for him to see me. I understand there is lots of Outside where they live, so maybe we can go for walks and stuff like that. Maybe we could even make some music together - something we never really got around to doing when I was living at home, but now he is all growed up and stuff it might be a possibility.
I definitely want to play some music with my dad and with my mum.
I wish I could visit for longer, but it will have to wait until I'm not trying to do a full-time academic course.
And... well, I know I'll miss London. I know I'll miss the Tube and the buses. I know I'll miss my random assortment of friends to bounce around at. I know my parents realise I'm grown up and won't try to push me around too much but I know I'll miss the autonomy I have here. I'll miss the little ethnic shops where I can get weird food. I'll miss being able to buy fruit and veg at a greengrocer rather than a supermarket (although right now I don't go to the greengrocer much anyway as it is inconvenient, but still... the option is there!). I'll miss the eggs being brown - I think of eggs as brown, now, not white. I'll miss unhomogenised milk (have to buy it specially here, I know the M&S organic milk isn't homogenised), and walking everywhere, and London parks. I'll missshevek and pfy. I'll miss the markets. I'll miss a thousand other things I haven't thought of yet... but it will be okay, because I'm coming back, so I'll put it to the back of my mind and enjoy the time I have in Canada.
Enough rambling. My room won't tidy itself, and I want to spend three hours in the keyboard lab this evening. Grah to Sibelius.
I need to go to the chickenlady's house and get some of my things. I also need to be in the Keyboard Lab from 17.30-20.30 this evening, as that is when it is open. I suspect chickenlady's house will have to wait until tomorrow night after rehearsal. Grah.
Last night I had dreams involving fighting alligators, except they were too small to be alligators but I'm sure in the dream I thought 'alligators'. They were the pets of a housemate? flatmate? guest? and they were trying to eat people I cared about, so I had to put them in this big container full of cold water where they would be safe and unharmed and also leave the rest of us alone. Also, I collected hens eggs from very strange not-hens-nest places. Also I cycled a lot, and ran a lot, and swimming was involved. No wonder I was so tired when I woke up!
I've remembered that my uncle offered the use of bicycles at the cottage this summer when I'm there for the reunion (since everyone else will be driving and it is too far to walk from where I'll be staying and where the reunion is). I must remember to take my bicycle helmet with me; bulky and annoying, but maybe I'll use it in Oshawa as well. I'm looking forward to this; riding around Pike Lake will be just like being a kid again, sortof, except I won't get my skirt caught in the bicycle chain and sit by the side of the road trying to take the bicycle apart with a dime. I want to pick Saskatoon berries until I'm sick of them, and go swimming in the lake at midnight, and look at a sky so full of stars it takes my breath away. I want to fly a kite and have a campfire and eat too many marshmallows and sing songs in the car and look at the cacti in the playing field and see deer and maybe rabbits and definitely gophers. I haven't seen a gopher for years! Not a surprise as they don't tend to live in London... London is my home now as much as anywhere is, but it is still strange to me after five years. I guess Saskatchewan will feel strange too, now.
I am looking forward to visiting some of the places of my childhood. Sometime I'd like to go back to all the places I've lived and see what they are like now. They'll all be different than I remember, of course, but that's okay.
I must retrieve the remainder of my CD collection from the garage. I'll send them back here by surface if necessary but I NEED my Flanders & Swann. And there are books, and random other things I put away when I moved to England... I need to have a Big Sort, I guess. Maybe I can do it as soon as I get there and do a load of 3-day eBay auctions so I can get rid of the stuff I don't want, post anything else on a local Freecycle mailing list (dunno if there is one in Regina but there might be) or take it to a second-hand shop. I know there are books, I know there are CDs, I know there's an old computer that belongs to
shevek, and I'm not even sure what else is out there... scary! It will also be weird being in Oshawa. I find myself actually looking forward to seeing the dog, even though I didn't ever live with her really; today on the way to class I saw a lovely Golden Retriever and stopped to say hello. I AM NOT A DOG PERSON. It will be weird going to a house I've never been to, never lived in, and seeing so many objects I grew up with in yet another configuration, along with some new ones. They are just things, but they have memories attached. It will be lovely to go to Toronto and meet
hopeness. It will be strange seeing my brother again after two and a half years - people change so much at his age, I know I did. I guess I've changed lots too and it will be weird for him to see me. I understand there is lots of Outside where they live, so maybe we can go for walks and stuff like that. Maybe we could even make some music together - something we never really got around to doing when I was living at home, but now he is all growed up and stuff it might be a possibility. I definitely want to play some music with my dad and with my mum.
I wish I could visit for longer, but it will have to wait until I'm not trying to do a full-time academic course.
And... well, I know I'll miss London. I know I'll miss the Tube and the buses. I know I'll miss my random assortment of friends to bounce around at. I know my parents realise I'm grown up and won't try to push me around too much but I know I'll miss the autonomy I have here. I'll miss the little ethnic shops where I can get weird food. I'll miss being able to buy fruit and veg at a greengrocer rather than a supermarket (although right now I don't go to the greengrocer much anyway as it is inconvenient, but still... the option is there!). I'll miss the eggs being brown - I think of eggs as brown, now, not white. I'll miss unhomogenised milk (have to buy it specially here, I know the M&S organic milk isn't homogenised), and walking everywhere, and London parks. I'll miss
shevek and pfy. I'll miss the markets. I'll miss a thousand other things I haven't thought of yet... but it will be okay, because I'm coming back, so I'll put it to the back of my mind and enjoy the time I have in Canada. Enough rambling. My room won't tidy itself, and I want to spend three hours in the keyboard lab this evening. Grah to Sibelius.
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Date: 2005-03-14 03:43 pm (UTC)Don't bother tidying; after the forst year or so, it stops getting any messier.
After my last attempt at dream anaysis (http://www.livejournal.com/users/recursived/125961.html?thread=185097#t185097) you might regret posting about er, alligators. But as you haven't asked for for my unproffessional opinion, you are entirely within your rights to slap me at the merest hint of a Fraudian 'Viennese' accent.
Sound like a truly magical place, this Pike Lake and your childhood. Or at least, a lot of 'place' around there. Post photos!