Wednesday, June 01, 2005

There's just no telling.

Well, my post-10K knee is better, or seems to be. Thank you Satan, for leaving my joints so promptly.

(Now stay out!)

Some of you don’t know this yet, but I am an itinerant this summer. Since early May, I have already lived in two places. I am moving again tonight, then moving again in a week (June 8), then going to the Yukon for all of July, then moving again to live with my parents for August, and then back to where I started in September.

I did a terrible packing job with most of my things. Pick any box and you are likely to find combinations like: bathroom scale, sports bra, bag of 100 tea lights, pair of heels, four folded pillow cases; or two sweaters, sieve, stack of books, butter dish. It’s inexcusable.

I also just cut all my hair off because I am not going to get it cut for two months at least. It’s a bit corporate/preppy looking right now, not really my look, but what the hell, give me a month and it will be a shaggy mess again. I was going to wear my collar up all day, just to be a complete ass about it, but I chickened out.

In the Yukon, my sister and I are going to paddle down the Wind River and the Peel River to Fort McPherson (in the Northwest Territories), with a bit of hiking on the side. Then we’re going to the Dawson City Music Fest, where we’ll see our friend John the unbelievable fiddler play in his kick-ass band The Creaking Tree String Quartet.

For the paddling/hiking trip, although there were originally four of us, it increasingly sounds like my sister and I will be on our own. Unless there are volunteers to join us? Applicants must be able to take off to the Yukon for three weeks minimum, be able to endure or enjoy: 1) lengthy periods of complete silence, 2) rehydrated food day after day after day, 3) aching muscles, 4) merciless clouds of huge fanged mosquitoes, 5) making up new words that can’t be spelled with the regular alphabet, and then working them into extemporized songs, 6) crapping outside, and 7) the heart-breaking gorgeousness of the world.

A friend who heard about the original four-woman trip suggested that it was highly possible by the end of it we’d be completely mad, and doing wild shrieking kicking howling dances around the campfire and smearing menstrual blood on our faces. Another male friend alternatively suggested we’d sit around at the end of every day and bitch about every man who’s ever done any of us, or any friend of ours, or any woman living or dead, wrong.

I’ll let you know how it goes.

(But more likely, since my sister and I generally enjoy the company of good and interesting men, we’ll just take a lot of pictures, get really buff and serene, invent some new words, and start communicating telepathically. And maybe, just maybe, we’ll both master the art of pissing standing up.)

3 Comments:

At June 02, 2005 4:26 p.m., Anonymous Mr Grizzly said...

A month in the Yukon? Don't you people have jobs? I have to wear this goddamn bear suit every frickin' day when I get up in the morning

 
At June 02, 2005 11:03 p.m., Blogger banjeroo said...

I have a job, but I also have the best boss in the world, who is allowing me to take the time off (though some of it, the part that isn't included in my paid vacation, will be time off without pay). So, whoo-hoo! Life is short, I'm going to the Yukon! See you up there, Mr. Bear!

 
At June 03, 2005 11:35 a.m., Anonymous acid wash twinset said...

Re: the corporate/preppy look- there's a guy in my office who can't be any older than 30 but actually wears his collar up in a completely non-ironic way. I guess it pulled the chicks when he was in prep school...On a related topic, I watched a film last night that was set in the eighties and jesus christ, were clothes ever terrible then??!!! I'm sure it can't just be the passage of time and taste, they must be objectively the worst styles ever worn by humanity. All big, baggy shapeless things with huge shoulders and tight little legs, eek! big hair! polka dots! batwing sleeves! neon as a colour choice! please, never come back...

 

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