August 10, 2024
It rained all day long yesterday. Apparently it was a record for Montreal. They’ve never had that much rainfall in such a short amount of time.
Lots of houses in the city were flooded. Mami’s friend emailed her to say that her basement was flooded.
Today we went out with her walking group. There were only four of us. We took the subway to Old Montreal.
We walked along the river. I was surprised by all the public space. I’d never walked there before.
A bridge carried us over the water. There were people riding around in little paddle boats. There were people flying overhead in zip lines. It was super busy. It was like an amusement park.
There was also the big ferris wheel. It was built in 2017. I also saw a tent for Cirque Du Soleil.
We were attending the Orientalys Festival. It was free. We walked around and looked at the booths.
We watched some dancing as well. I ordered a churro from a latino food stand. I ordered in Spanish. I was so proud of myself.
We took the subway back after a of couple hours. Mami sat next to a Yorkie on the subway. It blew my mind.
I think she has some angels looking out for her. So many comforting things have happened since Buzz died. This one was insane. She was laughing and petting the dog. Everyone was smiling. It was really nice.
I’m heading back to Toronto tomorrow. I’m excited. Kristal still hasn’t gotten back to me. She sent me that one email last Friday. She said that she’d email me on Tuesday. I never heard back from her.
Mami and I saw an amazing rainbow this evening. I think it was the brightest I’ve ever seen.
It didn’t look real. It was like a cartoon. It became a double rainbow as well. It really looked amazing.
My heart leapt from my chest and led me down a brick path. We passed in front of the cobbler’s shop. He waved to me as I passed him.
The Lord of Clay was beating his son. I tried to intervene. The child died in my arms. The Lord was sentenced to twenty years of hard labour in the Gulag.
I joined a Rhetorical Dance class. It was really interesting. We spent the first thirty minutes doing analogous stretches. That was good for me. It revealed kinks in my armour. We all have blind spots.
I raised my hand and asked for help. “Can I get a hand over here?”
The instructor hopped towards me. She was a stunning blonde. Her body was exotic and her breasts sagged to the floor. I was in heaven.
“How can I help?” She moaned, in an Australian dialect.
“Am I doing this right?” I proceeded to stretch.
“You’re ass is tense like rock,” she whispered. “Let me help you.”
She grabbed my left ass and pulled it towards her. I began to slip and slide. Then she did a fast and masterful jab on my right ass. It hurt like hell, but I knew that it was necessary.
“How’s that? Can you feel yourself relaxing?”
My eyebrows shot heavenwards. “I’m loose as a liar’s conscience. Thank you!”
The teacher winked with great sexuality. She slipped a small paper into my pocket. Could it be her address? I went back to stretching with a renewed optimism.