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Cheerio, 2011

December 31, 2011

Also, Cheerios! I’m back in the land of real Cheerios. And Life Cereal, and Muffets.

So, lots has happened in the past couple of weeks. We moved into our little basement suite, a grotto compared to our house in Maynooth, and have made it as cozy and pleasant as we could. We are still living out of suitcases for the most part. Living in the hotel, which we did for five nights, got old fast.

Our new home has grown on me. It hadn’t been cleaned since its last occupants, and since they moved out two years ago, it was littered with both human and insect debris. After a severe, relentless bleaching, it felt better, though I am still finding long, lustrous black hair everywhere. I wonder what kind of hair products the previous tenant used?

St. John’s had an earwig explosion earlier this year, and it seems like most of those earwigs moved into this suite. They aren’t pleased that the place doesn’t belong to them anymore. Did you know that earwigs FLY?! I discovered this last week; after picking up yet another freshly-murdered earwig, I noticed two perfect little wings.

We bought a car – a 2006 Pontiac G6. I had vowed in the past never to buy an American car, but my goodness, I like this one a lot. It took me awhile to regain my confidence as a driver, as I haven’t driven in 2.5 years. It came back surprisingly fast. I even managed to drive around downtown St. John’s — a Sisyphean chaos of winding roads, icy hills and over-confident pedestrians. I had no idea how much I missed the freedom of owning a vehicle.

I had vivid dreams about Ireland last night and woke up feeling strange and melancholy. One particular memory: a friend and I were going to take the train into the city together one last time. Somehow, I found myself down the bank across from the house I grew up in in Quesnel, BC. Knee-deep snow was everywhere. I was watching three dogs playing in the snow and suddenly remembered that I was supposed to be on the train with my friend.

Doc Hammer’s new years challenge:

“Every year I spend New Years Eve doing something that defines me. This year I will be alone writing music. NYE is a celebration of change and potential. Why do people celebrate this by getting blind drunk and throwing up in an unfamiliar toilet? No, this isn’t D.A.R.E. and I don’t give a shit if you drink. But consider honoring the symbol of change and potential by being the thing that you are proud of. BONUS: You won’t need your “friend” to hold your hair back. Well, unless the thing you’re most proud of is your amazing ability to get completely trashed and get all your sick cleanly in the bowl.”

Yeah, it’s smug, but I like this. I don’t think I’ll be doing something that particularly defines me this year, though. I predict we will watch something we tend to watch yearly — Robocop, Starship Troopers, Alien and/or Aliens — and will be asleep by midnight at the latest.

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