during my brisk walk home yesterday, i decided to duck in for a warm up... my destination of choice? the whitehorse public library... rows and rows of books, graphic novels, cds, dvds and more awaited... although i have a few picks from home lining my shelf, i needed something fresh and new to kick start my reading habits...
after putting a $10 deposit down for a temp card, browsing through the latest vogue in the mag section and waltzing around the fiction and art books, and i was stuffing a brand-spankin' new copy of cs richardson's the end of the alphabet into my brown corduroy bag...
hours later i welcomed a familiar face into my apartment when a friend from days gone by popped in for the night, en route to dawson city... bottle of red wine, frozen pizza and banter kept us catching up and laughing... unfortunately, my guest's early flight squashed the option of sleeping in, so i spent the morning chatting with my favourite man and a fresh pot of coffee...
i was ready to throw in the towel that my good friday would be only mediocre -- due to less than desirable weather and a lack of running public transit -- however, that all changed when a friendly phone call transformed into lunch plans... now, as i plop back down to crack open my newly acquired reading material, i'm pleasantly plumped from quesadillas, conversation and the possibility of joining in on a family easter dinner this weekend...
plus, the arrival of a postcard that left me beaming and a care package with a mother's love and touch has made my very first holiday on my lonesome seem a lot brighter than expected...
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the saying may go that "actions speak louder than words," but in my opinion words actually shout decibels above any move one could make... so expressive, interpretive and intense... all you need to find is a method to your madness to avoid rambling nonsense...
