Since agreeing to the new contract, G has become very happy in himself. I think the British would say, "He looks like the cat who got the cream."? I'm so happy to see that he feels passionate (FINALLY) about moving back to Toronto. I think he's also a little chuffed that they were so desperate to hire him that they increased the offer twice, added a substantial signing bonus, extra moving expenses ($34 000! Yeah, I double checked the zeros...) and basically begged. I'd be chuffed too!
Instead I'm currently the housekeeper/baby minder/chauffeur/cook/Girl Friday/whore/and zombie slayer. The pay is shit. I also get payed quite a bit of £ to paint stuff for people but I haven't finished a painting in just over a year. I've been working on a project that is taking me so long and yet I feel bound to finish it before I start anything new. At times I'm obsessed by it, painting through the night, stopping only too smoke a J, have sex or walk the dog. Then life gets a bit busy. Like this painting requires too much of me. It's not the painting actually, it's the fact that every line I paint has a photo of it so that (if I ever fucking well finish it) the end result will be a time lapsed video of the painting appearing a line at a time. I'm maybe 40% finished the painting but only 10% finished editing and cropping each individual shot. Tedious. Although writing about it is making me want to work on it! I lOVe the tediousness of it all!
However, with 2 year old E currently watching Micky Mouse Clubhouse in the living room, it's difficult to bust out the paints and a canvas that's about 5' x 5'. I have to work at night.
It's 1.2km around the park. I Google Earthed it. I also found out that the images of my house and the park are so old that my MG convertible is outside the house. We're talking 2004. It's like I'm looking back in time...
2004 I had dropped 7 stone, grew my hair long and was head of customer services at T.R.U. G and I had agreed that he was never going to want children so we both thought the relationship was doomed. 2004 was also the year the trouble with my guts/tummy started.
There was a guy I was working with a lot. Isn't that how it starts? I never crossed any lines but the more time we spent together the more I adored him. I quit my job but I still use him as a measure for who I would like to be myself. He has a little girl now who's almost a year older than E. He quit his job straight after I did and become a primary school teacher. We don't keep in touch but on the odd occasion we've bumped into one another my heart races straight through my chest.
Ah 2004! Thank you Google Earth for your absurdly old satellite shots causing this jog down memory lane...
