Category: Life

And the river don’t sleep when the water runs cold

Posted on by Shawshank
Good morning, happy Monday everyone! Everyone loves a good Monday, don't they? I'm sitting here enjoying coffee, and waiting for Shady Acres to finally wake up. It's a Provincial holiday here so that means dad is home, and I think he has plans for use to work on the garage today. 

I helped to put that window in yesterday.  I'm not good at this stuff. I have pretty much zero experience with power tools or anything like that. I've never needed to use them. So slowly but surely, I've been using power tools. But I'm really slow with them. Apparently, my dad told my mom “he's having fun, it's nice to work with someone that's willing to learn”.

Wow, he filled that up fast! I helped to build that as well. He always over-engineers his projects. That shelf will never fall down. There's way too many screws for that to break! Same with the shelf in the bathroom that I helped with as well. Solid. Very solid. There's a couple more projects to do today, shouldn't be too hard (famous last words).

Sundown in the Paris of the prairies

Posted on by Shawshank
Another day done. About the only thing I really did today was walk down to the grocery store to pick up the local newspaper. It comes out every Friday, but I was actually busy yesterday and didn't have the time to pick it up before the town rolled up the sidewalks. 

That's Main St, by the way. Facing towards my parents house. Like I've said, it's a cute little TinyTown. I gone from not waving at anyone, to waving, not as a 5 year old in the back seat of a car to a truck driver, but just a simple wave to people driving by. 

At night though, this place seems to come alive. If you listen really closely, there's a cow that moos around here somewhere. There's lightning shows, and the sky is gorgeous. But like I said, at 6 pm, the town is closed. Minus the two bars. Sunday's, the grocery store doesn't even open. Crazy!

Flat. And straight. As far as the eye can see. But, look at them clouds. Gorgeous. I can't even say I miss the mountains. I miss the ocean I think. But now that I am thinking about it. The ocean is kinda overrated. 

I hear cows. Don't laugh. I'm not crazy. I heard me last night, and it was very quiet this evening, and I heard them again. I think they're somewhere in the above photo. I will find these damn cows. One day. Mark me.  I'll find them. 

Locked in the truck of a car

Posted on by Shawshank
What’s there to do in a small town?
 
Nothing. Nothing at all. 
 
If, by chance, I want to go to a book store. The second hand store is open Tuesday’s and Thursday’s. A real book store? That’s about 2 hours away. The library? Not open yet. They hope to partially open August 4th. But I do have a library card, which is nice, I guess.
 
I took living in a city, my wife, my life for granted, and now I’m being punished for it. I’ve made terrible mistakes in my life. And now I’m paying for it. I’m an idiot. I’m not the only one being punished. The Editor is being severely punished for this too. For that, I’ll never stop beating myself up for it. I beat myself up over this all day, everyday. And I’ll do that for the rest of my life. I don’t deserve The Editor, and I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to deserve her. 
 
Wander Walmart? 2 hours away. Movie theatre? 1 hour and 20 minutes away. A mall? 2 hours and thirty minutes. “I’m just gonna go out to Tim Horton’s… No no no, you’re gonna drive for 35 minutes. Anything you want to do here, you need a car. There’s literally nothing to do here. I just watch TV, eat, read, and sleep. I’ve let the people know at the museum, and the second hand store, that I can and would be happy to volunteer there. They both have my numbers. Neither have called yet. 
 
I’m just loagy today. I had a good sleep, it didn’t feel very restful though. I’m usually away slightly before my alarm goes off. Today, my alarm scared me when it went off. It’s hard to be positive when you’re tired. Lemme fix that sentence. It’s just hard. 
 
It sucks being so powerless, and having to wait. I’m not a patient man, and all I can do is wait for a time to get my fucking ID sorted out. It sucks. A lot. I’m powerless in Rhode Island, to help The Editor. I’m just powerless. I basically eat and sleep. I’m tired of it. Without ID, no job, bank account, can’t get a drivers licence, nothing. It’s a waiting game, and I don’t wait very well. 
 
Sometimes I wish I could sleep the days away, because when I wake up, that means the day has started, and here I am alone. Punishing myself mentally over and over again. The dreams lately have been weird, and not good weird. The Editor leaving me, and not allowing me to go with her. The Editor ignoring me. The Editor forgetting about me, and just going on with her life. Me being stuck into parents house and making nothing of myself. Or the best one; The Editor finally making it up here, and then hello parents basement. And not being able to do anything and her getting fed up about living in a small town and saying “fuck it, I can’t live in TinyTown”.
 
I don’t even know if I’ll post this.  Just really trying to stay positive. Do I feel a little better about just writing this down? Meh. A little. 
 
Right now, it’s a holding pattern. We’re waiting for the border to open. That’s the next hurdle. Once the border opens (and hopefully soon), then things can get moving. But right now, EVERYTHING is just up in the air. 
 
What’s there to do in a small town?
 
Nothing. Nothing at all. 
 
Just think. 

Wind on the weathervane

Posted on by Shawshank
Since I got here, I've adopted a few chores. Like taking out the trash when it appears by the door. Vacuuming. Sous chef when needed, and each night I water the 3 tomato plants, the cucumbers, and the strawberries. 

Originally, the plants were my grammas, but she doesn't get around very well at all anymore, and can't navigate stairs while holding a watering can. Sometimes she'll go out and look at them, and complain that it's taking too long for them to ripen, and that all the cucumbers are dead. 

I can tell you that the cucumbers aren't dead,  and they're about the size of dill pickles right now. Each night I'll water them (2 water containers – if it's just one, the tomatoes droop), I've been good at remembering to water them. 
I think my mom thought I forgot last night, and watered them this morning. More water for the water God! 
But right now, I really need some more coffee. Shady Acres is slowly starting to wake up. I'll let my gramma do her breakfast routine, and then I'll get another cup of coffee. 

This afternoon, I'll drop some more stuff off at the second hand store. The stuff I'm dropping off are some DVDs, and some books, I believe. I hope I'm helping enough around the house. 
Happy Thursday from TinyTown!