i’m still in calgary. much diminished social function, devolving to a reptilian state in which the slightest body movements require the greatest of efforts. the movers come today, thank goodness. after that, i’ll do a second round of packing for the car. my dad is with me. it’s making a huge difference having his help. we’re going to road trip. must clean up to make the place habitable for my good friend sandy lam, who will sublet from me for the next six months.
there was series of books about trains that talk. i used to read them when i was a child. “i think i can, i think i can…” said some little train. if only i could do this by thinking, i’d have been in vancouver a long time ago.