- I had a late Sunday brunch with Aidan, which was late enough to actually make it lupper, in a big, beautiful, empty room at Malt City.
- I finally bought plants a while ago after many plantless years, and I am committed enough that I bought potting soil and larger posts for replanting this week.
- The flu I had that turned into a sleep-at-least-12-hours-a-day thing for another week has finally ended. Feeling awake after a couple of weeks of exhaustion is so good.
- The fall weather is holding out for a long time this year. It's late November and it still doesn't hurt to be outside. This is a climate I can deal with.
- I love diet Pepsi, and I don't care who knows.
I was rummaging through the kitchen this afternoon, looking for my favourite coffee mug, when it occurred to me somewhere between the dishwasher and the cupboard's second shelf that Aidan and I have now known each other for more than half our lives. I have spent more time with him than anyone else on this planet who didn't literally make me.
We met in the spring of 1993 in a jazz cafe in Saskatoon. Neither of us remember our introduction by a mutual friend, but I do remember that Aidan had a nervous way of rolling these slim, perfectly cylindrical Drum tobacco cigarettes with his thumbs and middle fingers. I couldn't stop looking at the way they moved around the delicate slips of paper. It has been more than 15 years since he smoked a cigarette, but I still have that ritual memorized.
22 years later, one of those hands is resting here on my thigh. It's like a goddamn miracle. What a thing.