you throw hope up in the air...
From the monthly archives:
Thou shalt never post drunk.
Unless it's 11:50pm on day 25 of NaBloPoMo.
There is snow. Lot's of snow.
Grandma is snowed in at our house.
And so shane and i walked the 3km. to the pub. We watched a band, played pool, drank many pints of Hermann's and walked back home in the snow.
Best date ever.
Goodnight day 25.
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Here he is again. To offend, inspire and be the best darn husband anybody ever deserved. Shane's Guest Post #2. Rules: jess may not touch or edit.
Jess is feeling burned out with daily blogging and working on her book, so I've been recruited to do a guest post.
I don't read her blog that often because I don't want her to feel like she needs to censor anything. Writing honestly is hard enough without me chirping in with "what did you mean by that" kind of comments. But I do secretly look periodically to make sure she's doing okay.
I noticed that she'd written that it's been 16 years since we started dating and it got me thinking about when we first started dating. We met in creative writing class at Capilano College. I was a young wanna-be poet. I was awful. And truthfully, my writing couldn't have been what she liked about me.
Especially since Jess was the best writer in our class. She just wrote in a truthful, wonderfully vulnerable, but snappy way.
In University she wrote a book of poetry. I'm currently holding the only remaining copy. I read it a few weeks ago for the first time in a decade and it reminded me of that time of our life.
I want to share with you one poem from it. To preface this, it's important to note that I hate poetry. I never read it anymore, and inwardly cringe when I think about it. But her's are so good, so that's why I want to share it with you. I picked this one because it is about the day just before we got together. I thought you might like it.
Remembrance day
On remembrance day
i chased you
through the grassy trail
of your old school
showing me
something
remembering
kissing games
in the soggy woods
when i caught you
our breaths wet & heavy
in the air
i wanted to kiss you but
walking back to the cement
it was easier
I was thinking that she should reissue this little poetry book for her blog readers. I think it would be a nice insight into what she was like as a younger women. I'm sure she'll be horribly embarrassed by it. But if you are interested, why don't you leave a comment and ask her to send you a copy. If enough people request it, I'll bet we can guilt her into doing it.
p.s. if Jess gets more than 15 requests, she's agreed to release it. So comment, god dammit!
shane
xxoo
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Then she would sway into the kitchen, her skirt following behind her. Sexy and simple. I loved her so much in those moments. I would linger in her bedroom. Fingering through her lacy bras, trying on her high heels, using her make-up brushes ? brushing the remnants of colour onto my cheeks and eyes. Searching through her jewelry box. Trying on big red glass rings and long chains of fake pearls. Reading our medical bracelets from the hospital when we were born. Examining all the little baby teeth she had stored in an envelope in there. She even had old coins from England that she had brought with her when she immigrated in 1945.
And i am working and working.
I am not doing anything silly.
Can't chocolate make you feel better and be bad for you?
Or wine?
Or staying up too late?
Or letting your kids watch too much TV?
That's not really what i was talking about. But good possibilities.
I am lost in this november push. The best thing is that i haven't even thought about christmas yet, oops, just did. With thanksgiving having come and gone over a month ago, it's different for us canadians. The season doesn't start until december 1st and anything holidayish i see before then just makes me bitter.
xx
jess
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I am here.
I am around.
I am busy.
Writing.
Never going to be done on time.
But, blugh, who cares about time anyway.
I am writing a novel.
That's what counts.
I have so much to tell you.
I have been lower than low, and a little bit happy.
See above photo.
Parker went to the dentist today and they are going to pull out his tooth that he chipped biting me. My poor boy. Gap toothed for years – he will be. Say's Yoda.
I have a question?
If something is really bad for you or really wrong, but makes you feel better, would you do it?
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I didn't even know! I feel so humble. And foolish. Now i'll have no votes and voting closes tonight.
So, ahem, you know…if you want.
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