Archive for November, 2011

November 26, 2011

Reality Won’t Destroy Me

Posted in books, rituals

I hadn’t written in quite a long while and then suddenly, here was Ray Bradbury telling me You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.

So this morning, my faithful Waterman and I chose to go back to writing our Morning Pages.

It was about time…


QUESTION: What does a girl do, on a Friday night, when she has no television, no internet, and when the only stations she catches on her radio are Radio-Canada Première chaîne, CBC Radio One, and CIME FM (antithesis of CHOM)?

ANSWER: She drives hundreds of cloves into oranges while listening to her collection of old CDs.

Once the arts-and-crafts part of the evening is over, she settles down on the couch with popcorn and grape juice to watch Christmas in Connecticut, a four-dollar-and-ninety-nine-cent-DVD she discovered soon after entering her local Canadian Tire store — where she was on a quest to find the perfect toilet bowl scrubbing brush —, a black and white movie, circa 1945, starring Barbara Stanwyck and the ever-so-handsome Dennis Morgan.

That’s it.

That’s what I did last night.

Because as of November 2, I now live in Mont-Tremblant / Saint-Jovite, where I’m not connected to Cogeco or to Sirius or to any other highly technological device. Actually, I still don’t know if I’ll ever end up being connected to the Twenty-First Century, but one thing I do know for sure is that I’m not afraid of 2012. Nope, not one bit afraid of the end of the world. For me, the end of the world happened this year. And I don’t feel like talking about it.

At the moment, I’m chilling. I’m relaxing.
I’m taking things as they come.

You see, I’ve decided — finally — that from now on,
everything will be all right,
everything will be okay,
everything will be fine.

Life is beautiful.
Oh yeah!

P.S.: I’m grateful for Van Houtte‘s internet connection.

P.P.S.: My tiny one-and-a-half apartment reeks of cloves. Good thing I didn’t decorate the whole bag of oranges. Sheesh…

P.P.P.S.: Thanks for reading my stuff after all these months. If you have the time, please leave a comment and tell me how you’re doing.