Fresh

"We shall not cease from exploration..."
I love that poem.
I am looking at the sole art mural that graces my apartment, this chilly February day, and marvelling at how time changes all things.
The mural is a view of a bright blue sea, through sheer white curtains being gently caressed by the breeze wafting through a very large window.
I bought that mural a little over a year ago, when I'd been back in Canada just over a year, could least afford it, and was pining for the familiar calm of a drive along Nassau's western seaside.
I'd been unemployed seven and a half months - first time since I started working at 16. I had made few friends, and had slim prospect of re-integrating into my small home town after almost three decades abroad.
Fast forward to this past week.
I took an afternoon off, mid-week to see a movie, sampled my first Pakastani restaurant buffet with two great dinner companions, and plan to go to an art gallery this afternoon.
It's very still outside, with frigid temperatures on this Sunday morning. The bright sun outside my bay window seems oblivious to the chill factor.
New discoveries all around.
What a lovely day for new beginnings..!

Jolanta

I love Jolanta.
Well, her hands, anyways.
Jolanta is my massage therapist.
Today was my first visit to her since last summer. Thanks to the company medical plan, I get to be pulled and pummelled 9 more times before the end of May..yippee!
Tonight my skin is soft and every part of me is relaxed.
I love my job.
I love Jolanta.

Matching Up

It's a conundrum. I can see when my cyberpals are online..
They are supposed to be getting to know me.
I get the impression that ain' happenin'.
But then I am online, too....
Silly.

Capote Got To Me

I admit it. This afternoon, for the first time in a very long time, I walked out of my local movie theatre, rattled.
Shameless movie hound that I am, I decided an early viewing of "Capote" would be the perfect Saturday afternoon treat. Besides, I still have several movie pass Christmas prezzies that I really should be using.
So I went to one of the few films getting Academy Award accolades that I haven't already been to before the Oscars are handed out.
Not a mistake, really. Just disturbing. Far more disturbing than the love story in Brokeback Mountain, which only upsets anyone having any kind of identity crisis.
Capote was different. It peeled off the layers to show the dangerous side in all of us.
In the words of INXS' J.D. Fortune: "It ain't pretty after the show."
Glad I went. Sad I went.