February 5, 2016
The first week of February is almost gone and luckily that’s only the weekend to look forward to.
It’s been quite a week with a lot of interesting developments and looking back I can’t even choose the good from the bad as they were tightly twined together.
If up to now, the week has sported nice spring weather – it seems we even had a few historical maximum temperatures, now it’s getting colder by the hour and I find myself wearing a cap while going out with Rex. I understand that tomorrow it will be bitterly cold as the temperature will go down under zero. And here, I will stop talking about the weather, Maria. It’s like I’m hearing your voice in my head, saying: “enough with the weather already”.
Every single day, I think I made a poor choice when we moved in this area. It seems we are on the way of most air paths and Rex developed a keen hatred for the planes that dare to slash across the sky and at a quite low altitude sometimes even though we’re quite far from the airport. All right, the distance is nothing for an airliner but for us, simple mortals, it is quite something. It would take me about an hour and a half to get to the airport.
I don’t know why but it seems that most of the flights take place after eight in the evening and he’s driving me crazy with his incessant barking if he happens to be outside when an airplane flies by. Sometimes, there’s flight after flight and he builds a real frenzy and not even the treats I have always at the ready can make him stop.
At night, the sounds are more acute and I sometimes feel my ears ringing and I think all the time that my neighbors might draw a real delight hearing him woofing at all the hours at night.
Luckily, there are two other small dogs in a house across the path from us and they are as noisy as he is. So, there’s some compensation, I think. Plus, most of the time, when he hears them, he lets them make the scandal and he starts playing with one of his toys. He’s smart, I’ll give him that. He preserves his energy.
At least, right now, there’s peace in the house. The cat got a little tent tonight and she fell instantly in love with it and the dog got a little tiger and he’s going everywhere with it stuck in his mouth. Only my daughter’s laughing like a loon over some show she’s watching on the computer and I am trying to write my today’s post.
Maybe you’ve noticed that I like observing people around, especially in the public transport means and in the street. Being spectator might have disadvantages sometimes but it also helps acquiring a lot of experience and helps filing away characters and snapshots of life.
Today I noticed the guy on the escalator at the York Mills Station carrying a bunny in a box. It was the most courageous bunny I’d ever seen. It kept its little head up, staring at people directly in the eye, not even once trembling to show that it was afraid of the sea of people moving around.
On the train, I also noticed the guy pretending to read a book, all the while looking from under his lashes at a young girl standing near the door. She had noticed him all right. She kept moving this way and that, to give him a better view of her legs - yes, she had reason: she was nicely built for such a young girl.
The Catholic schools here have a very interesting uniform for girls: very short skirts that stop right at the middle of the thigh or even much above. In summer, the uniform must be an asset but I can’t understand how the girls can wear those skirts in winter not even wearing a pantyhose. Of course, they’re legs are most of the time red like a lobster and I don’t even want to think how their skin feels. Last week, even with blue-jeans on me and I felt like the skin on my legs was peeled off because of the cold.
I saw an interesting video today and it reminded me of the multitude of young girls and older women I kept seeing on the bus or on the train wearing wigs and extensions.
The video showed a young bride and groom reaching their hotel room for the wedding night. The bride was extremely beautiful, quite exquisite and the guy was bursting with pride and happiness.
They got inside the room and he sat on the bed waiting for her to prepare herself for the wedding night. First she took off her eyelashes – he only blinked. Then she took off her wig – he blanched. Then she took off her make up – he got quite pale. Well, when she took off her teeth, he fainted.
I asked myself then: is it worth playing a role you cannot continue playing in intimacy? What’s the point in misleading in such matters? The guy will wake up from his swooning and will go out of the door, I’m almost sure. Only if he’d felt a huge responsibility towards his bride he’d have continued the charade, but what’s the point?
I remember I saw a comedy from the era of Stan and Bran movies. It was also a movie about a wedding, but I think it was an Italian one (it’s been quite a while since I saw the film, so I am sorry for the inaccuracy).
The bride was a willowy woman, just perfect – the prototype of the most desirable woman. Well, the religious service ended, the reception began and everybody froze: the bride started eating and eating.
She ate all the hors-d’oeuvres. Then she made her way through the main and second courses with second and even third helpings. Then she started on the desserts and ate the wedding cake all by herself. All the while, everybody was watching without touching a piece of bread.
Of course, being a comedy, it showed her waist getting bigger and bigger and bigger and the audience was watching with saucer-eyes how she was making her way through the tons of food presented for the reception. The groom was melting away watching his beautiful bride turning into a mountain.
It was an exaggeration of course (no one could change within a few hours) but I wonder (and with good cause, because I met such people) how many people play on appearances in order to reach a goal and then show their real character? And how disturbing is it for the people around when the real self asserts itself?
Anyway, it is Friday night, no one wants to think of such serious matters and actually I mentioned the two movies here just for a smile not to start a debate. However, if you want to debate, please debate away. Far from me to say no to any kind of pleasure.
I think I have taken enough of your time – it is weekend after all and I am sure you have other things – probably more interesting things, to do. So, till the next post comes out, have a wonderful weekend, wherever you are and with whoever you are.
Born sometime in the past century, living in the 21st century.
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