Things as they have been going...

Gosh, how boring my job is. I can blog from work and nobody notices.

I went to Nanaimo this weekend to hang with my sister. She had tickets to a taiko drumming show at the Port Theatre. I was surprised by her offer of driving down to Victoria to pick me up. What a nice sister.

Except that she always has ulterior motives.

So, we happen to have a nice bead store in town. Yes, beads. My sister is all into making earrings. Actually, so am I, but I sure don't spend that much money on beads. But then again, my ideas of selling jewelry only extend to the making of a few pieces and then, me wearing those pieces. Sell? Ha! Perhaps used pieces.

Anyways, off we went to Nanaimo. The show was fantastic. The pipes on those women... I guess banging overhead drums does things for the shoulders. Full pieces done in lunges, down on one side... bang bang bang, then transfer to the other side, bang and then back again. I fully recommend seeing a taiko group if you can. If you are extremely lucky, see the Kodo drummers. They are the group from Japan that originated taiko. I haven't seen them despite going to the island where they live 4 times.

It never fails though. Go to a show you are bound to enjoy and the person behind you will bang the back of your chair with their feet. Or talk during the performance. Maybe it's just me, but I don't care about your opinion on the quality of the mask. Especially after the discussion about how you thought the three women were men until they turned around.

They didn't stay for the whole show. And for that I am extremely thankful.

Nadine's cat slept with me at night while I was there. I wish I had a cat. But having a cat... well... it makes you less mobile. It makes you more... here for the long haul. One day.

On a different note, I'm not feeling my neighbours. I live in a house that has been converted into apartments. The rent is cheap so I'm not going anywhere but man, annoying. The two older ladies who live in the house are friends, which is nice, but I don't get why they feel it necessary to have chats in the hallway. I can hear every word that they utter and it is super boring. Why the hallway? Why not go into someone's apartment?

Then yesterday I'm on my way out to belly dance class. I go down into the lobby and there is the lady that is staying in the bottom apartment. She has the largest apartment in the front section of the building, but she treats the lobby like hers as well. She leaves the door open to her apartment and her toddler hangs out there. And then yesterday, she is sitting on the floor in the lobby talking to some lady I've never seen before and she is breastfeeding.

Breastfeeding.

I'm all for the naturalness of breastfeeding but seriously, if this was an actually apartment building, would she be breastfeeding in the lobby underneath the mail slots? Because that's exactly what she was doing. Then a bunch of her friends came in and they all sat in the lobby. WHY DOES SHE EVEN HAVE AN APARTMENT THEN???

I'm easily irritated.

S.