I am leaving today to visit my sister and her husband in Canada for Christmas. It should be an epic journey, First overnight n the bus to Mexico City. Then 2/1-2 days with my friends there. Then, on to Montreal by plane. Then I will be staying overnight in Montreal. Then on to Ottawa by bus. Then by car to Pembroke.
My sister tells me that she has been cooking non-stop for weeks. This puts a heavy weight of responsibility on me.Pun intended. Unless she is inviting a lot of other people. It will be cold. I am looking forward to all of it.
Friday, December 18, 2009
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Visit to the Psychologist
The visit today went well. I was able to tell her that psychologically speaking, I am now functioning on three of four cylinders. There is growing doubt whether the other cylinder will ever kick in. She says that probably two more visits will see me right. She has been a tremendous help to me, and I really appreciate it.
Onward and upward as they say.
Onward and upward as they say.
Monday, December 14, 2009
The dog ate my homework
This is the excuse I am giving to my better, more productive self for not journalizing here for what, 22 days?
The truth is, I feel somewhat better. It is impossible, also, not to feel a certain sense of cognitive dissonance about posting my private thoughts in this most public of places. But today, I shall pick up the gauntlet again, secure in the knowledge that I remain unread by anyone but me.
The journey to my sister's place in Canada begins in just four days. First to Mexico city by bus, and then by plane to Montreal, train to Ottawa, and car to Pembroke. Trains, planes and automobiles. Hey, didn't someone make a movie about that?
The itinerary includes stopping over with friends in Mexico City for 2-1/2 days. I have mixed feelings about this. I have a relationship that I can only describe as cowering fear with Mexico City. The hugeness! The traffic! The crime! The brutal indifference to individual human life that can only be found in places with such an incredible magnitude of people! 55 million people in greater Mexico City! I can't even get my mind around that figure.
Every evening my sister tells me what she has cooked for that day in preparation for my visit. I can definitely be accused of gluttony, but the weight of responsibility is beginning to sound like too much even for me. Baked goods. Meat pies. Turkey. Roast something or other. God knows what else. It shall be an orgy of eating, followed by an orgy of self-reproach. I am starting to really look forward to it.
The truth is, I feel somewhat better. It is impossible, also, not to feel a certain sense of cognitive dissonance about posting my private thoughts in this most public of places. But today, I shall pick up the gauntlet again, secure in the knowledge that I remain unread by anyone but me.
The journey to my sister's place in Canada begins in just four days. First to Mexico city by bus, and then by plane to Montreal, train to Ottawa, and car to Pembroke. Trains, planes and automobiles. Hey, didn't someone make a movie about that?
The itinerary includes stopping over with friends in Mexico City for 2-1/2 days. I have mixed feelings about this. I have a relationship that I can only describe as cowering fear with Mexico City. The hugeness! The traffic! The crime! The brutal indifference to individual human life that can only be found in places with such an incredible magnitude of people! 55 million people in greater Mexico City! I can't even get my mind around that figure.
Every evening my sister tells me what she has cooked for that day in preparation for my visit. I can definitely be accused of gluttony, but the weight of responsibility is beginning to sound like too much even for me. Baked goods. Meat pies. Turkey. Roast something or other. God knows what else. It shall be an orgy of eating, followed by an orgy of self-reproach. I am starting to really look forward to it.
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