Melting.

A List of Things That Melt:

The snow. 

My heart. 

3 ice cubes in a glass. 

Daylight into darkness. 

An ice-cream come thats being savoured for too long. 

Habits. 

Hastily erected snow people. 

Friendships. 

A candle.  

Seasons. Of the year. Of life. 

Butter spreading its yellow gloss across a cast iron skillet. 

Fatigue. 

Dreams. 

Facial expressions. 

Children (think meltdown)

A chocolate bar being on eaten on a hot day. 

Clouds. 

Ideas. 

Calories on a playground full of children. 

Things that want to hide, into shadows. 

Plastic, becoming stalactites in a burning vehicle. 

Happiness. 

The weather. 

Personality traits. 

A bar of soap left in a pool of water. 

A plate of chips and cheese under a broiler. 

The Ozone Layer. 

Life. 

Metal. 

Antarctica. 

*inspired while watching ice melt to slush, then water, then nothing in the sunshine 

Meet the Yak

Meet. The. Yak. 

 

I want a Yak.  I’ve never even seen a Yak in real life. But I did read about them recently. And maybe it was just cos their name is so weirdly catchy and usual (to me) but I’m sort of obsessed. Just ask A if you don’t believe me. He told me I was weirdly focused on learning to draw them properly. I think Yak should be the new llama. 

Try Googling or using an old fashioned dictionary or encyclopedia to find out more about them. I’m going to write a few things about them but they’ll maybe be mostly opinions with a few facts thrown in. After reading about them, I couldn’t help comparing their characteristics /personality (yakonality?) traits to humans.  I know this is cliche and boring and something that has been done for years by the people who know Yaks personally. But I do really like Yaks. 

Yaks are sort of prehistoric and wild looking, but they’re basically the dramatic cool kid version of a cow.  Also, from what I read, (close your eyes for the next line, you cow lovers, you) they’re a lot nicer than cows -they’re actually useful to humans other than just for food. Usefulness is good. And: they look really cool. With their beautiful long trench coats and handle bar horns, they’re basically a dramatic fashion statement. For some reason those qualities seem to be difficult for humans to balance: being useful and looking cool at the same time. Maybe I should learn from my Yak obsession.

 

Besides being stylish and useful, Yax are super Hardy. They originated in the Himalayas and mountains are really the only place they ever want to live.  They have incredibly large lungs becos their sky-high plateau homelands generally don’t have great air quality. They don’t need a lot to eat either: about 200% less than normal cows do. They’re not high maintenance animals. While not eating a lot and living where there’s hardly any oxygen, they traditionally haul massive loads for humans over mountains and into valleys. Endurance. Stamina. Courage. Hardworkingness. Tirelessness. 

Here’s one of their bad qualities: they’re food snobs. (Like the rest of us. ) They only like grass and will NOT eat grain. So when they’re up in the clouds helping humans in some mountainous expedition how do those humans reward them for a hard day of climbing? Moss will do in a pinch. They sound kind of one tracked. Yeah. They def have the some of the same bad habits as I do. 

Let me know your opinions about Yaks. If you have any. And before you go, here’s  one more pic of a happy Yak to end this. 

Happy Yak

The Things my Husband Gets Told

After another interesting day my husband has stories repeat to me, things he heard today.

Story One:

My car smells like marijuana? Haha. That’s what my dog smells like haha. I’ve been trying to get rid of that smell. Haha.  I didn’t know marijuana smelled like that. Now I’m going to hav to try it and find out.

Meanwhile BTT was noticing her actions indicated she probably already was good friends with marijuana. Moral of this story: if you smoke marijuana, don’t bother coming up with a good lie to tell the local tow truck driver. He doesn’t really care if you do or not.

Story Two:

I’m pregnant! And it’s not my [abusive] ex’s baby. My little girl’s daddy is the father. 

I really hope this story is a true story. The last  time BTT worked for her the RCMP were involved and her and above mentioned abusive boyfriend were fighting over a vehicle that was actually hers. Another time she locked herself out of her vehicle very early in the morning after spending the night in her vehicle to get away from said boy friend. Soon after that she ended up spending time in the hospital after he beat her up.  I really hope she has a safe happy place for herself, her daughter, and her  new baby. 

Story Three:

I was so stressed after I sideswiped a vehicle on a dessertes trail in the bush that I just had to start drinking. Then I waited an hour and called 911. When the RCMP showed up they impounded my vehicle! I wasn’t even drunk when I almost drove head on into another vehicle on a road so full of ruts and fallen down trees it was hardly even a road and that anyone who was sober would not have tried to drive on at such a speed.  The injustice.  

this story I like. It’s something I recommend. If you drink and drive then definitely report yourself; that  saves other people the hassle of doing it. 

Disclaimer: I’m definitely paraphrasing. But the facts are all true and I tried to write them like BTT told them to me.