After a fun day at Indonesian Imigrasi and in meetings and planning and…and…you know, it was a pretty good day. Still, coming home and climbing into the pool in our housing complex was pretty good too.
This is the pool we visit. Our complex has two pools, but this is closest and, in my humble opinion, the nicest. I’ve been swimming more often in this pool in the week I’ve lived here in Jakarta than I swam in any pool in the past ten years. It’s pretty amazing how all my stress from a day drifts off while I’m swimming.
My house is up for sale. It’s not selling. It’s got the right price. It’s in the right neighborhood. I live less than a kilometer from Chilliwack River and maybe 10k from Cultus Lake. It’s across from a park, a Twin Rink complex, down the street from a middle school and a ten minute drive to the highway for an easy commute.
Whatever. It’s still not selling. I’m getting the feeling that I’m moving to Indonesia and continuing to own a home in Chilliwack, BC, Canada. That’s not a terrible thing, but I’d rather not have to own it if I don’t have to. I want to be in one place, committed to where I am. If I still own – which means renting it out – this house, my mind will always be a little bit here. And I don’t want that.
If you know someone who wants to buy a house in Chilliwack, let me know.
To try to take my mind off all that, I snapped a couple of photos of the azaleas growing in my front yard. They’re pretty. They’re not taking my mind off all this yet, but I’ll keep thinking of them instead of BC real estate.
I could make a bunch of jokes, like: “I’m stuck between a rock and a hard place.” Or, “I’m leaving no stone unturned.” Or…actually, maybe that’s all I could come up with. I just got back in from my school’s awards night and I have ten hours before I have to be teaching again and I’ve had no time to take new photos.
Oh, and I am writing almost exclusively in run-on sentences now so forgive the lateness of this post and I hope to be remedying the situation shortly. Either that or I’ll have a nervous breakdown.
Oh. The photo? It’s a big crack in a mountain in Manning Park.
The Canucks are (currently) losing the fourth game of the Stanley Cup. The score, right now, is 3-0. I am currently thinking words I haven’t thought since I was working in landscaping in the rain. I hate Boston right now. Hate is a strong word, but I’m not sure it’s strong enough right now. I mean the Bruins, but where my brain is at this moment makes me also hate the Red Sox and the Patriots…what the heck – the whole city. They’ve played a cheap game since game 1, but the Canucks have stopped playing the type of game that got them the President’s Cup.
I obviously don’t hate the whole city, but I’m ready for the cheap-shotting, injury faking (Horton obviously excluded) Bruins to go away. Now. Please.
It’s also June and I’ve got a week and half left of instruction and I’m ready for a vacation. The stresses of my job along with the stresses of watching the Stanley Cup series has got me wishing I was on the Oregon Coast with little to nothing on my mind. Nothing at all. Nothing.
Now that my blood pressure has returned to normal and the game is over, the Campbell Cup has been bestowed on the Canucks, let me take this time to thank the boys in blue and green for their hard work and awesome game.
You made us all proud tonight and we couldn’t be happier.
Only four more wins!
This whole last week I’ve felt as though the Incredible Hulk has been trying to break out of my head. There is a week to go before Christmas holidays and too many things to do before I’m done. So, this morning I went out to the lake and wandered. There was almost no wind and the temperature was a balmy five degrees. It was so tranquil that the Hulk took a little break. Here’s what calms the beast:
So it’s been a freakin’ nightmare of a late spring in the lower mainland of British Columbia. Apparently when someone begged for sun for the Olympics the gods granted us our June sun in February, and cruddy February weather is hitting us now. Weather forecasters have taken to predicting a cloudy day with sunny breaks and a chance of showers. For crying out loud, I don’t need a degree in meteorology to make that prediction. You can blindly point at the sky from October to May and get that right in BC.
I don’t even mind the rain. I just don’t want it every day. I also would like to leave the house knowing that what I’m wearing might be applicable and practical for at least five minutes. ARGH!
Pentax K20D; Pentax DA 18-55mm AL II; f16; ISO 100; 1/200 sec.
p.s. I am sorry that I’ve been posting once a week lately. Life as a high school teacher in May/June is a bit hectic. I should start to be more consistent in my posting in the next week or two. Thanks for your patience.