Friday, July 31, 2009

I've been roaming around always lookin down at all I see

I got a plane today! Not a real one. A toy/model plane. But it's a really cool toy/model plane. When I was younger my sister and I had a puzzle (that was our French grandparents') that had planes on it. It was more a mind game than a puzzle, but that's besides the point. The point is that my favorite plane on the puzzle was a bright yellow one with little target circles on it. Guess which plane I found today! That exact one! (The K3215, first flown by the British Royal Air Force in WWII). I love it. Simply love it.


My French grandparents live in an apartment-esque building completely inhabited by the elderly French of Welland. Their apartment is homey and smells like peaches and is full of memories and pictures. I love my Grandmama and Grandpapa. My Grandmama is so full of vip and vim its amazing, plus she still has all of her natural chestnut-coloured hair. She's 76. I hope I end up like her (or my amazing German neighbour. 80 and still gardening everyday and fending for herself and making friends with the neighbourhood rabbit). My Grandpapa suffered two strokes a few years ago and lost most of his English, so talking with him has always been difficult (my French: not so good). But recently he seems to have relearned a lot of it, so today was great!

My Grandmama showed me the family tree on her side today. Her family came to Canada (Quebec) in 1664 from France. My uncle (a fellow history buff) told me that my Grandpapa's family came to Quebec in 1621 from France. Quebec is just over 400 years old, meaning, my family was one of the firsts to settle in Canada! I think that's amazing!

We got back to Toronto early, so I hopped on over to the Rib Fest to keep Zooey and Charlotte company. Nadia, Thomas, and Jason were also there, but grabbing some food when I got there. I'm gonna hold off on the breaking up for a little while, because tonight went pretty okay. I'll see.

I can't stop looking at my plane! My beautiful yellow plane! I wish I was a pilot of Amelia Earhart's day. I wish I knew how to fly. I wish I knew her, she would have taught me.

Milkfingers is due today. I have an hour left. I haven't finished. I'm going to work on that now then.

Au revoir, mes amis inexistantes.

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