A burden on my friends

Gads, i believe i am becoming a burden upon my friends — the ones, especially, with whom i stay during my frequent perambulations through the geography of no-fixed-addressedness.

H. and R. (in Vancouver and Victoria) bear the brunt of it. Strangely, it seems that what is most obnoxious about my presence in their lives is less that i’m sleeping on their floors for so many nights running. (I try, at least, to be helpful around the apartment and maintain a low profile.) Rather, it’s that i am (gasp) not working. I can sleep in when they head off in the mornings (though out of practicality and respect i try not to); i can head off to indulge my curiosities during the day; i have energy left most nights to do (cheap) things that they may not have. Hell, i’d be pissed off if i bunked with myself for more than three days.

It seems the seductions of the self-unemployed life are rather a taunt to those who choose to, or have to, head off to work five days a week.This may be a demon that will come home to roost eventually (a la parable of the grasshopper and the ant). We shall see.

I take it more as a reflection on what work has become: a burden that many (most?) people would prefer to escape, or at least lighten.

Any way i cut the cheese, it’s a burden coming my way sometime soon!

Tofino redux

I had a delightful reunion with ex-Toff writer babe Brittney today. In a fluke of coincidence, she happened to be inToronto same time i was there, and despite many technological screw-ups, email and cell phone came through to bring about a rendezvous at the funktastic Java House in the too-cool Queen Street district.

Britt & Greg at the Java House

Britt (or “Fresh,” as i like to call her) is one of the few West Coasters whom i consider “real” writers, meaning that writing to her is not a hobby or pastime or therapeutic device but rather a life-blood pursuit. (Me, i could take it or leave it, though i always end up taking it eventually.) I admire those few who truly believe — a gift that seems to be  beyond me.

We chewed over our recent travels and the writing life and our prospects and plans, then ate pad thai and she caught a streetcar to the bus station and i walked west on Queen St. Nice.

She has chosen a tough road, but she travels it with humour and grace. I wish her luck.