I met my sister to discuss wedding decorations. That was nice.
It’s a beautiful day. People are smiling. There are bare arms everywhere. Everyone’s lookin’ good.
Took the 135 downtown. Went to that bastion of sewing and crafting supplies, Dressew. They’re fantastic. I got a different ribbon for my corset. Then, outside, as I was waiting for the bus in the glorious sunshine, I looked up and saw a sticker.
“Humanity is Fucked” it said.
“Naw brah,” I thought, “we’ll get through it.” I smiled to myself, optimistic in the gorgeous spring sun.
The bus came. The driver stopped the person behind me.
“No no, stay out there, I don’t want smoke on my bus,” he said, gesturing to the smoke wafting around the person.
“It’s not smoke, it’s speed,” she answered, getting on the bus.
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My eyes were drawn to the sticker as the bus pulled away…
“It’s fine, it’s fine,” I told myself, trying to shrug that sinking feeling you get when you realize that Humanity is Fucked.
I went shoe shopping. Always an ordeal for me. I usually wear men’s hiking boots, size 11. I’ve never really had dress shoes I’ve liked. But, I’m getting married, and not in hiking boots.
I found some!
Apparently, when I’m walking around the store trying to determine if a pair of shoes is right for me, I look like an employee. I even helped the guy to the right section for his size. Then I changed out of my new shoes, smiling, as he walked by me, chagrinned.
I whistled as I got off the skytrain. I bought groceries, I bought three pina-colada bars to have for desert while Aaron, Matthew, and I brew for the evening. Apple Cizer, you’re going to be delicious.
Happy Spring.
Thanks for reading.
Heidi out.
H.G. Bells 