Peas On The Moon

Good things come to those who wait. Really good things, no wait, GREAT things.

A few words of explaination:

I AM A MOON MONSTER, in more ways then one.

and....

One big-ass Black Cat has come to town.

This day has certainly turned out better then it started, for me anyhow. (Or maybe I should say...yesterday...meh... technicalities.)

Thank You

UPEI Security police are not that bad, though they ..yeah. No I will say but nice things. They did dig me out after all.
And... I got to go through the door that says "Security only, Private" etc.!!! Didn't I feel special!

The word VOMIT comes to mind. :s

But now i think..... Should my day be graded upon what i have accomplished? That just doesn't seem right. Does it?

At 75 lbs, and 6 3/4 hands(27 inches) high at his withers, he's a big boy. And being that he's solid black in color and full of bounce, he doesn't always make the best first impression;). (Those of you who know him can vouch for his uh... "puppy-like" behaviour) But i wouldn't want him any other way. He's my baby.

It's funny actually. Well, Normally. When I have him out and about, whether it be down town, at the beach, or around the house, the people we meet imediatly give him a wide birth, as to not go near the "big, scary, black" dog. People!!! He's about as friendly as they come. It's not him you have to watch, it's the little, white, "innocent" looking one that may be with him that you have to watch (:P right;)).

bah! Their loss. I mean he does have his quirks. He's not much for anything whizzing by him, like rollerbladers, bikers, etc. I also feel completely safe when out walking him in the dark. But I trust him with my life. Which is more then i can say for half of those little things that have tried to bite me when i stick my hand in their cage! Rats!!!!. I think I have made more friends with Pitt Bulls and Rottwilers then i have with some Pomeranians or Terriers.

Classes seemed to drag by today. Which is unusual for a thursday. I ran into a bit of an issue today;
It's one thing to hold class a bit over time when you want to finish something up. I have no issue with that other then I most likely want out. But when you saunter in late, with no thought, and then keep us late to finish some random thought that is not going to help us or make the class more valuable to anyone, then I have a problem. We make the effort to come on time. It's common curtesey for you to do the same.

Skating on the pond was great. Good times with all. It brings back some great memories.

"The Graduate" is a very enjoyable movie. Dustin Hoffman does a great job.

All in all the day has come to a good end. I even got some studying in.

Oh! Right! before i forget!
Sledding. Tomorrow
Friday, 5:30pm @ Stonepark.
Tell everyone.

I've also found out something else. I don't consider myself to be a high energy person. Not too sure my reasoning. But with a new space of 2 free hours in my day, I find myself needing something to fill it. I can only spend so much time on school before that gets old. I already spend a lot of time on my computer. I am trying to get out to ride more despite the persistent bad weather. My people. Yes they are there. And other chores and things. But i can have an extremely short attention span.
I was in to my dad's store today visiting him. I told him i was bored and restless, that i need to find a source of income and occupation. "Why?" he asks. Not for the income reasons. He knows i have to pay for school and the horse. "Find a project" he says. "Relax" he says. I can't. I'm used to going. All of the time. From one thing to the other. I am happiest doing that. I'm not used to being the one home and not working every day. It's not easy to find projects when you usually don't have time to come up with them. It's just not that simple. Maybe I'm making it more complicated. I dunno.I feel full of energy at the end of the day. It may just be restlessness. But it's not helping me sleep. And it's not helping me feel any better. I honestly didn't think the work at the clinic took that much out of me. Maybe it had something to do with the interactions with my coworkers, or the constant moving and running up and down the stairs. Again, I dunno. maybe it's just something I have to get used to as i continue my search for part time employment. We shall see.

There is something about flags that I like. There seems to be a magnificant air about them. I have a Canadian flag on my wall. I've had it for a couple years now. I love it. A British flag has been on my list for same time. Not too sure why that specific flag, but I wanted one so i went on the hunt. (quietly)

My Grandparents' place has a flagpole in the front yard. It has forever born the British flag. There is no on living in the house now, my grandmother is in a seniors lodge. My father just checks the house every day.

Anyhow, The flag was taken down because it was getting ripped and torn in the wind. Over the holidays i noticed it on the bench in the porch and asked my dad about it. He said to grab it, so i did. Now happy as can be.

It is now hanging on my wall in all it's glory. It is directly across form my window and the foot of my bed so it's the last thing i see before i fall asleep.

I think the thing that has inspired this windy babble, is the aura of the flag. The end of it is torn in jagged lengths. It's 3/4 there in full. It's hanging top down so it can bellow in the draft of the door beside it. When i go to bed the moon gives it a soft eery glow. Strangely enough, this glow is reassuring. It has nothing to do with the Scottish heritage that inspired the flag to go up at my Grandparents'. It just seems powerful and safe. And it's a piece of them. Though my Grandfather is gone, it is him. And my Grandmother may not live there any longer, but it is her. The whole thing is...well....Magestic hanging there on the wall in it's soft reassuring glow.

Next on the list is the Aussie flag.