Swelter

It's HOT here in Vancouver, as in beads of sweat are running down my face, as in I want to pass out. It's been an interesting trip, full of, strangeness. I got to see a room of sweaty lesbians last night, which was really nice. I've been to the ocean, to various little happenings. I saw the totem pole which had been repatriated by the Haisla. David Sukuzi was there for the ceremony, he got the biggest applause. It's perfect beach weather, and it would probably be cooler at the beach, but I'm now running out of money and can't even go. Life's rough that way.

I REALLY miss Mister and Schrodinger, I get some reports on how they are doing. Mister is in Clicker Training for little dogs, and we still have to work on him ignoring bathroom rules, little doof. Everytime I see a little dog here (and there are a lot of them!) I miss my tiny pals. So far I haven't seen a weiner dog as handsome and adorable as Mister. And I'm sure Schrodinger is getting bigger too, little goof. He's got this really angular little face and such beautiful fur.

Either way, tomorrow night I will have my little friends with me again, and I'm looking forward to it.

I should really venture forth into the hot hot hot and find something else to kill the time. Arg, what can I do with a teeny amount of money in a big expensive city?

Christopher Ian Cuthand February 18 1986 - June 2 2006

We buried my little cousin on Thursday, out at Little Pine reserve. His death was tragic and sudden, and we are all forever changed.

When we talk about him, we can't help but laugh because he was such a hilarious guy. He was sort of shy, but had this cheeky sense of humour, everyone loved him instantly. When I lived in Vancouver I would regularily hear Christopher stories, funny things he said or did. I heard about one time when he finally got his lava lamp and freaked out late one night because he thought the blobs made the face of the devil at him. He had a hamster named Mr. T, and he loved making wontons with my mom. He was just this bright happy sunbeam in all of our lives.

It's been a really hard past week, more so because now we're just expected to go with the flow again, when we've had such intense time together.

He was so young, it really makes you aware of your mortality.

I think what's really pulling me through is this intense faith I have, something I wouldn't have gotten, ironically, if I hadn't gone crazy.

You never really can tell what's going to come around the corner.