Numbers, stuff, things

Here I am, thinking about things.

It's 6 pm. This is a rant, after half of one extra large bottle of Ephemere beer.

I miss Winnipeg. Not the city, so much (though a little), but the people.

My friend just re-arrived there after 10 months in Africa, London, and Germany. Her comment: "There's something about people from Winnipeg that you just don't really find in other places. They're genuine, humble, and unpretentious."

I worry that perhaps I drink too much beer these days-- an average of 3 a day. Some days I drink none, and once a week or ten days or so, I drink five. Never more than five.

I would like to have children.

I am almost finished the book I have been writing, in one form or another, for somewhere between 6 and 8 years. 8 YEARS! How is that possible? I don't know.

Based on present trends, this year will be the slowest ever on the blog, by quite a bit. And yet I don't feel like it's suffering, dying, or otherwise neglected. In fact, I feel like it's still exceptionally active. (I just read over every post in January 2008, including comments. It took me almost an hour.)

I think I'm going to volunteer for Gilles Duceppe's campaign, the Bloc Quebecois leader, in the upcoming election. I think they need an anglophone, if, for no other reason, than to field the angry calls from cowboys in Alberta.

I wish we didn't have to get old, or die, though I suppose there's a certain beauty even in that. And just typing that brings tears to my eyes. I think of Alan fifty times a day right now. I wish I could see him again, just once, and tell him how awesome and kind and good he was/is.

And on that note, all of you are fabulous, and can consider this a hug via the impersonal internet.

(p.s. photo credit, CaraZ, January, 2008)