Walk a couple of blocks from my apartment and one reaches the seawall on the north shore of False Creek. There's a marina and restaurants and townhouses and all manner of folks strolling about. Go a little further and the seawall meanders under the Granville Street Bridge and on to English Bay where the ocean begins to open up to the bigger waters of Georgia Strait. Across the way from False Creek is Granville Island, the market connected by all those cute and improbably round little ferry boats that scuttle people back and forth - three-minute rides (a delightful urban experience).
There is one building there at street level that has slightly mirrored windows that angle funny and when I point my camera into the window I catch variations of the above. Double images that capture both the interior pillars and the exterior pedestrians. People often roll by on skates or skateboards and dog-walkers abound.
I would like to be two people right now - just for a little while. It
wouldn't even have to be two of me exactly. I would love to somehow double the
amount of work I can do. Maybe I could send my double to do all the
things that I don't want to do thus allowing me some time to do the
things that I do want to do. Things such as taking weird pictures of
reflections in strangely angled windows.
The overwhelming schlepping of stuff is happening again. I am moving again - back to Victoria. Working on my fourth van-load tonight. It is truly amazing how much stuff can be packed into the mini-van if planned right to fill tight. I hate moving. Everyone hates moving!
But, survive I will. After an initial surge of getting all my books and other non-essentials over to Victoria, I'm doing it very slowly now, not yet ready to give up life in the big city - maybe I'll be here through the whole summer or maybe not but the very longest I will stay here is the end of September.
This all came about seven weeks ago when my father was rushed to the hospital with pneumonia. He was given a cat scan and diagnosed with Parkinson's Disease and multiple farq's - holes or gaps in his brain caused by many small strokes that occurred either over time or all at once - either way they can't tell when they occurred. The Parkinson's caused the pneumonia due to swallowing difficulties and he was, in fact, in danger of drowning for a while there. He couldn't walk or hold a spoon at first during his time in the hospital. All this on top of his total blindness and his 86 years - it didn't look like he would be able to come home. After his week-long emergency stint and another two in a ward, he was referred to a rehab unit and they were so great and he made steady progress over the next month.
Dad came home last Friday and the Parkinson's meds have worked wonders and he is doing even better than before he went to the hospital so this is a very happy time. It just feels like it is time to start getting myself back home and thus the move.
And, since I'm now planning it as a slow move, I can probably get this all done with just the one of me.
Sorry to hear all of this about your father but glad to hear he's doing better. I got your email a while back and promise to reply soon.
Hugs,
Sam
Posted by: Sam | May 07, 2008 at 02:46 AM