thisCassandra

A Conspiratorial Wink to the Universe

I can see the universe conspiring, and I throw a wink to it, but try to not engage.

What I'm trying to do is study for the final, perhaps the final final. The universe conspires to distract me.

The universe conspires to do other things, with my collaboration, and I try to disengage.

I appreciate the appearance of truth, but my belief that my near-sociopathic narcissism is too much baggage to bring to any negotiation makes it difficult for me even to parley terms or engagement (Marquess of Queensbury RuleZ?). My faith in my own messiness and the messiness of others is a determining factor for me in more ways than one. 

I disengage because I can. I disengage with simplicity, clarity and serenity.

I just heard some cars drive past on Hastings with horns blaring; the Canucks must have won the game.

Signs and Signifiers

On my way home this evening I saw Donna and Judy on their way to play small stakes bingo at the seniors' home on Commercial Drive near Parker Street. Donna and Judy the identical twins who live across the hall from where my friend Pat lives. Across the hall from where I used to live.

Donna and Judy are older than middle-aged, and they dress in matching outfits. They share a room in the one bedroom apartment that they share with their brother Lloyd. It's a large one bedroom, but still.

Bad as that sounds, it used to be worse. Their mother and grandmother used to live there too. Could you live in a one bedroom apartment with two adult siblings and your ancient mother and even more ancient grandmother? I know I could not...

When asked for signs the universe gives.

All is as it should be.

A Minor Miracle-of-Sorts

Twenty-four or so years ago I found this teacup in a thrift shop and bought it for 10 or 20 cents. When I saw it, I thought to myself: "I'll find the saucer to go with it someday", and I have kept this teacup safe with me since then.

I work in a hospital. Attached to this hospital is an extended care unit (ECU). Two or three times a year the residents of ECU hold a rummage sale to raise funds for their outside activities. I have bought a few really great things at these rummage sales - a new-in-the-box Donvier ice cream churn, a new-in-box very cool

black & white enameled metal kitchen timer from the 60s - and I always walk down the hall to check out their sales if I know there's one going on.


 

Fairly recently, maybe a year and a half ago, I was rummaging through the 25 cent box at the ECU rummage sale and I found the saucer.

Decades later, cup and saucer reunited.

I like this cup and saucer a lot, maybe because the simplified way it captures life is similar to the way I capture life: cartoony, cute, colourful, concise.

In case you're interested the name of this pattern is McDonald's Farm and it was made by Johnson Bros.

It is treasure.