Wonderful and Sad...

I'm sad these days. It's interesting, this specific sadness, because it hasn't taken root. I sigh a lot and I don't seem to feel overly cheerful, but I'm also not crying alone in my basement apartment wishing things were different. It's not a sadness that has become me, but more a state of perpetual lethargy mixed with small tinges of brief sorrow.

Because it hasn't taken root, I can still sit back and look at it objectively. I can observe my sadness. And because I can observe it, I can combat it. I will combat it.

Here is some beauty that has found its way into my life recently:

Salad Thursday

My lunch often comes from the cafeteria at work. The selection at the cafeteria is minimal -- in fact, there is only one food option each day. Two days a week they serve something resembling pizza, and two days they serve some sort of pasta dish. But Thursday, sweet Thursday, is SALAD DAY. On Thursday I order a double salad (the size of a dinner plate) with real bacon bits and cheesy garlic bread on the side. Each Thursday I walk up the stairs past the throng of individuals heading down to eat their lunch and receive at least five comments about the size of my salad. It's big. And it's good.

Hawksley Workman

Have you ever listened to an album and felt like every single song describes exactly what you're going through at that present moment? That's Lover/Fighter for me right now. Hawksley (I just discovered his real name is actually Ryan) has the perfect balance of romanticism and cynicism. He finds the beauty in the world, but also explores the anger and the sadness. For those of you who are unfamiliar, do yourself a favour and familiarize.

Canada Post

Two days ago I went outside to check my mailbox only to discover it iced shut. "No big deal," you may say, "just break the ice." Well, this ice is no sissy. This is hardcore Canadian ice, about an inch thick. Now, I am not one to normally be concerned about my mailbox. I get minimal to no mail on a regular basis, with the exception of the weekly flyer that tells me about the bonus Optimum points I can earn at Shopper's Drug Mart if I shop there this Friday. But I have recently found a reason to be mail conscious. You see, I'm expecting a package. It may come today, it may not come for another month, but sometime in the future I have some real actual mail promised to me that has the potential to make my life quite bright. So you can imagine my joy when I came home yesterday to find a bill leaning against my door. Ice shmice -- my mail carrier delivers!

and finally... New Socks

I'm wearing some today. They're black and they're business. They remind me of Flight of the Conchords which makes me smile, plus I like their thickness and their height. I also like that they were on sale.