Still life with reno
May 9, 2008 § 4 Comments
The trees have leaves now, little ones that are exactly the colour of the pencil crayon Spring Green. It’s still cold at night but I open my windows during the day, which are once again portals to the buzz of renovation work that is as much a sign of the season as tulips.
I would have thought that by now there would be nothing left to renovate. Certainly, every window in the neighbourhood has already been replaced, as has every electrical wire and stairwell. Perhaps it’s finally come to the installation of diamond encrusted kitchen islands and solid gold Jacuzzis, anything to wring the last drips of profit from a market that has started, finally, to cool.
Whatever the cause, the buzz is the soundtrack to a life that has lately become extraordinarily dull. I am rationing everything–bus tickets, tampons, iron pills–and the relative success or failure of this endeavour determines my mood for the day. Today, I spent ten minutes debating whether or not to buy a cup of coffee on my way to Arit’s place. No, this is no fun at all.
Meanwhile, I read memos authored by a certain unnamed university trumpeting how well it treats its graduate students and I want to scream and cry at once. Although I remain on the sidelines of the conflict, I hope the union kicks its lying, corporate ass all the way to Quebec City. And with an ounce of luck, it will.