So my car’s air conditioner is apparently in need of a re-charge. Which is fabulous on a day like today where the humidity is downright soupy. It’s funny how your senses can throw you back into the past like there’s no distance between it. Sitting at a stop light I found myself impulsively craving a Bloody Mary. But not just any Bloody Mary. One from the Green Parrot in Key West, dark red, pulpy and complete with a spicy pickled green bean.
This got me started on a nostalgia trip, and soon I was wondering if I would ever make it back to Canada. Once long ago in a galaxy far away, I thought that someday I would move to Toronto, Vancouver… maybe even Montreal. Not too strange really, when you consider I used to head up there all the time (Vancouver while on the west coast, Toronto, Ottawa and Montreal on the east.) But that was back before the dollar went to [insert expletive here] and you could head up with $100 and come back with a boatload of Mac cosmetics and 6 or 7 bars of Lush soap. Nowadays, progress has brought Lush to Crabtree Mall in Raleigh, but I find myself rarely wanting to tempt myself with a trip near the store. I just can’t justify blowing $15 on a bar of Karma, that I used to get for $5. Unless it’s a special occasion, or I just want to smell the scent and have it transport me back to a perfect day on Robson street: Tsunami sushi, Bellini’s and front row tickets to the Canucks game. Sigh.
Not that Cackalacky is without its charm. I probably would’ve left long ago if I didn’t love the porches, green grass and blue skies. And it’s nice to be in a place where everyone is from somewhere else, when you yourself are from nowhere in particular.
But I still have a bag of Canadian money, and I promised myself that as long as I had any Canadian currency in my possession that I would always find my way back to the Great White North. I just don’t know when…
Anyhow, enough dreamy bullcrap. I’ve been intending to get back to blogging for awhile now, because my inbox tells me that people actually read this stuff. Seriously?? So perhaps tomorrow, next month or sometime in October I’ll get back to chronicling my sad little life.
Later,
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