June 25th, 2010

Laterz

I’m sitting here, waiting for my laundry to be done drying so I can trudge downstairs and retrieve it before someone removes it from the drier and tosses it about the dust-filled laundry room (ok, this has never happened, but it might). My fantasy right now is about a washer and a dryer just for me, in the privacy of my own home. If I had that, I could finally achieve laundry nirvana, which is (of course) to have every single article of clothing I own clean at the same time. And in order to do that, one has to work out a way to do laundry naked. This is my dream.

Clearly, I need a vacation. So–I’ll take one. And probably blog about it, but maybe not as frequently as my usual blogging rate, due to the freedom of the open road and the lack of wireless connections on said road.

If you get bored in my absense, or even if you are under the impression you are sufficiently entertained, you should really go check out The Scream in High Park litfest over the next couple weeks. It is a sizeable downside of this whole vacation project that I won’t get to be there. So you should go on my behalf, ok?

And if you are missing me/my prose terribly, you can check out my essay, No More Mr. Bad Guy in the new issue of Maisonneuve.

Whatever your plans are for late June and early July, I hope you see some fireworks on the first, eat something charred over a flame, and generally a stellar summery time.