Lost and Found

Somebody please tell me what to get the best mother ever for Mother's Day. She spent her entire weekend helping me pack and clean, which is why I have time this evening to sit in front of my computer and why I owe her the ultimate Mother's Day. My brother was equally fantastic and cooked us dinner Saturday night for which I owe him a world of thanks.

I took pictures of some of my favourite objects that I'm leaving behind including:

I wore these shoes all of once. I don't care. They still made me smile every time I looked at them so I say it was money well spent.

This is a fragile souvenir the Van's brought back for me from a trip to Mexico. They claim that they met a blind glass blower and asked him to make me a violin. (I have always wanted to learn to play the violin. Unfortunately it's still on my bucket list.) Anyway, the glass blower had not only never seen a violin, but he had no idea what a violin was or what it might sound like so Mr. Van described it to him as he sculpted and this is the amazing result. Sadly I haven't a clue who to pass it on too so it will be preserved.

When I woke up this morning and turned on the radio one of my old Uni profs was on the news talking about the bombings in Russia. He was a tall bald Georgian whom I suspect of giving me poor (for me) grades in retaliation for spurned advances. Okay, I wouldn't have described them as advances until after I saw my grade and then heard his reasoning for it. Then, in retrospect, I had a slow dawning that lead to outright wondering. But, the grades didn't ruin my GPA so I didn't bother wondering out loud. All of this is to say, hearing my prof and his Russian accent, triggered a memory and I know who the creator of the "Very Mixed Up" CD is.

Sort of. I can't remember his given name anymore but I took to calling him Lost Boy. He was a sweet, intelligent Jewish boy. A jazz guitarist I met when we were both temping for Financial Corp X. We would go for lunch together and he would pretend to speak any language I could think of. Japanese, Swahili, Russian, it didn't matter. He couldn't speak any of these languages mind you but, if you also didn't know how to speak them, you'd never know that it was all gibberish. His Russian impression always reminded me of the Canadian Foreign Policy Prof. 

I remember Lost Boy asked me out but he didn't really have a plan. He was very nervous and anxious so I said, "We can just go for coffee." This seemed to make him even more agitated. When he picked me up he blurted, "I don't like coffee." So I explained that it was just a saying, a euphemism for any sort of beverage he might like. After "coffee", I probably had tea because I don't like coffee either, I fell down the stairs. I'm not surprised we didn't get much farther than that.