I seem to have a hard time writing as of late. Between trips to CA and Hawaii and some doggy health scares I just haven’t been in the mood. But Ramona’s on the mend and summer is ending, which probably means the great weather we’ve had over the past few months is on its way out. That means less time outside and more time for blogging (maybe . . . we’ll see how this goes).
In the meantime, here is a little snippet of the awesomeness that is Sloan Sabbith from The Newsroom. I want to be her when I grow up.
I have a major coffee addiction. I never drank it in college or even during much of my 20s, but now it is my very favorite thing in the world. One great thing about Vancouver is access to really amazing coffee and after much searching I have to say Forty Ninth Parallel (http://www.49thparallelroasters.com/) is the best. The Kitsilano shop has this deal where you can get coffee and a donut for about $5. Their iced coffee is way better than anything else I’ve tried and there are always different flavors. This one had a hint of strawberry in it, I think. SO GOOD.
Sometimes I feel particularly American, in the most unflattering ways possible.
Case in point: last night during Canada’s crack at fireworks glory. (Canada brought it, FYI. Definitely better than the UK, and I wasn’t sure if that was possible. All of a sudden I’m very into the world of competitive fireworks displays).
Right before the show started, this jerk stood up and blocked the view of about half the people gathered in the park. People were pissed, but rather than tell this douche canoe to sit down, I noticed that they just moved around him and repositioned themselves rather than complain. I, on the other hand, was this close to punching him the face (ok, or yelling at him to sit down). At home, someone would have told this guy to sit down within the first few seconds of the show. Here, it took almost 20 minutes for someone to do it (and by someone, I mean my American husband who, like me, couldn’t understand why no one had spoken up before then).
I don’t want to generalize and say that all Canadians are way more patient or less confrontational than Americans, but this was definitely the case last night. The general attitude was one of “I don’t want to ruin this guy’s night so I’ll just adjust” whereas mine was “this guy is ruining my experience and my happiness is all that matters.” Sometimes I feel like an asshole here because I’m super impatient and used to things being a certain way. I catch myself being that American. The one who expects the world to just conform to her wishes. It’s super unflattering.
I should probably take this opportunity to learn to chill out and not let little things like this bug me since clearly that is more the norm here. However, if I see that guy pulling the same douche move at Thailand’s show on Saturday, we’re going to have a problem. An American girl can only take so much.
I love this show SO MUCH. My sister recommended it to me because of our shared love of prison documentaries and even though I was resistant at first to jumping into a new series, I’m so glad I did. It’s great to see a diverse cast of interesting women. I’m just including the preview here (which includes one of my favorite Rilo Kiley songs ca. 2002), but you should immediately go to Netflix and start watching (all 13 episodes are available for streaming).
What I’ve been up to:
1) enjoying the beautiful weather. Seriously, I don’t think we’ve had rain in over a month and from what I hear that’s very rare in these parts. So I’m just trying to soak up as much sun as possible in anticipation of what I’m sure will be a long and rainy fall/winter/spring. It’s supposed to rain this week but fingers crossed that it won’t last long.
2) baking. I made cookies last week and now I’m dog-earring all of my cookbooks and trying to figure out if baking 2+ times a week is a bit excessive. I made two dozen chocolate-chip cookies five days ago and they are almost gone. Between those and the Magnum bars we’ve become obsessed with, I think it’s safe to say this house is full of sweets.
3) looking forward to summer travel! We’ve got a very special wedding in Big Sur coming up and then we’re off to MAUI! The Maui part is a recent development and will involve a lot of bobbing in the ocean, eating, reading, and napping. It will not involve snorkeling as I have a major fish phobia. Go ahead and judge if you want.
4) reading reading reading. I’m very into Karen Russell at the moment. Almost finished with this book (probably be posting a review at some point) and I’ll be moving on to Vampires in the Lemon Grove shortly. Looking for some easy beach reads for my trip. Any suggestions?
5) enjoying the fireworks. I thought the US was pyrotechnics obsessed, but Canada may have us beat. This week is the Celebration of Light, which is apparently the biggest offshore fireworks competition in the world. Three countries are competing: the UK, Canada, and Thailand. Saturday was UK night and it was James Bond-themed. Think glittery fireworks set to Adele’s “Skyfall.” So awesome.
I’ve been making playlists like crazy over the past few weeks. Songs for running, songs for driving, songs that capture memories of summers past. Just when I thought I had found the perfect summer jam (see Daft Punk’s “Get Lucky” which was pretty much stuck in my head for two weeks straight), I found Foals (http://www.foals.co.uk/) via The Everygirl and now I’m hooked. Apparently they are on a North American tour right now but I don’t see any Canada dates 😦 Oh well, I’ll just have to watch this video over and over (and over).
Ok, enough with all the feelings. When I need a laugh, I watch this. Ricky Gervais. Jerry Seinfeld. A small English deathtrap of a car.
(I can’t seem to embed the video, but click here for awesomeness).