Adjusting to Vancouver

No doubt, this is requisite.

So today is my second day in Vancouver. The question always comes out to: how much time is yours and how much time is mine. How much of myself do i share with you, and how much of yourself should i expect you to share with me.

My parents are governed by a principle of inertia. They are very agreeable folks, but when asked to actually accomplish something, let's just say they do it "in time." I need them to empty space for me in the basement, so that i can actually begin unpacking, so i could have my own space, and do my things--this was supposed to be done before i came back. The obstacle today was that the garage door was stuck (??), so work stopped. Then, I'm told that the basement is infested with silverfish. I got RAID today, but this will delay my moving in by several days.

My parents are really lazy, and things in the house float apart. I've decided to not help clean up (i.e. impose my sanitation standards upon) their living space. Mom also has a minor eye infection, and she deserves much applause for having seen the doctor and buying the medicine... because that's where it ends--applying the eye drops is simply beyond her. neh?

As for my sisters, geezus... I thought that a genuine openness in oneself, and a sincere interest in another is an indication of care and respect? there are simple acts weighted with symbolism, that must be responded to. But they are so cold and indifferent. am i disillusioned? are my expectations displaced? I've been collecting words that describe my sisters. So far, I've got: apathetic, languid, and complacent. it's okay. it's okay. Who says i'm not one to move with the times?

today, i did a lot of driving my sisters around, because i didn't have much to do, waiting for mom to clean up her stuff. Driving them around at integral moments during the day really blocks accomplishing anything at all. They should really appreciate mom for driving them around so much (so should have I). But the little ones will never experience driving someone else around--well, until they have their own families, maybe.

I stopped by at a coffee shop to do some reading--a new one, opened in Feb 2005--Esquire's in Kerrisdale. That is definitely going to become a favorite of mine. It's also part of a franchise that began in Northern BC. It's opened where once was located Kerrisdale Cameras. I once took my passport photo there.