kkamloops, bc

maybe it is because I settled into Kamloops pretty late last night, .. i dont feel like moving much. right now at least. last night i was letting myself believe that the motel room was haunted. so i turned on the lights, slept not in the bedroom, turned the bedroom lights on, but shut the door. i slept with the tv on. but i usually do it seems in motels. i just need rhat light and the noise. may be it forces me to fall asleep. i love feeling the sleep come over you. like how a blanket covers you. light, natural. conscious of it, but .then also not. it was an okay sleep. i still felt like sleeping though afterwards. but i went to bed at 10? woke up at 8e0? my life is astoundingly mundane. but life is mundane. this application keeps on closing on me. i think the feeling is being rushed out of context. why do i need to hurry right now. 80 k is not long, but it can be. its shorter than from my house to peggys cove and back. i will get going soon though. to be in cache creek will be nice. this will prob take six hours, the commute. i hope its a good day...........................maybe i just feel like mumblinf, like having something to do. i would mind to draw something, but that takes time. and i dunno... as i continue to not move, i have less and less time. anyways. I'll be seeing yah.  toodles

ccross roads

this video... alice smith mm so good. I'm currently sitting outside a gas station. it's in between bassano and strathmore alberta. it's thirty two degrees out and coming up a hill, the only hill ive met in a w h i l e, when I got up it, the back of my rhroat was uncontrollably dry. so i was coughing. but it is okay. this gas station wasnt marked on google, so i was all like hallelujah baby. i have listened to that alice smith song a bit  sing this noon. my fingers are sticky from orange. about sixty more kilometres to go today. thats going from my apartment in hali down to crystal crescent and back. it is so incredibly close and far. far, only because of this dry heat. but close, if i sit and chill for a bit. i met a friend last night. i saw him first in herbert saskatchewan on the transcanada. and then again later that day on the road. and then again later that night. and again late last night in brooks alberta. he is somewher e around me today. he said hed be forty klometres outside of calgary tonight. one hundred and eighty four kilometres away, calgary to brooks. strathmore, the perfect one hundred  and forty kilometres away. thats where i hope to be tonght. but who knows! but seriously, hah, strathmore is the goal. oh fuck this sun! it's crazy i tell you. now lemme tell you, sixty kilometres is not bad. ohhh no it is not. why am I complaining then? it's hot. it's weather. deal with it kim. breathe through your nostrils and get over it. last night and today i dont mind the idea of company. maybe it is coming into the surface because i know i will have company soon. it is nice having a checklist of having people to see. before it was just a dream, a mere breathe of words that i would be seeing my fam, dylan, julian, the god parents. christ, it still is a bit of a dream that i will b seeing shane. i havent texted him till i told him that i was planning to do this. and that was in april. those mountains are freaky in my head. lets hope the wind is aight, the shoulder is fine. my strength is revibed. and that my...well i dunno. lets just do it and have fun and yadda yadda yadda, you know. okay. love you loads, good bye for now

Estevan

i washed my hair with shampoo, and now I can't even grab a lock without it slipping out of my hands. You know what - there is "too soft".

Biking has been good. It's nice to chill out every now and a bit. I did an even 100 k a day when leaving Winnipeg to get to Estevan. It's nice to have a set standard. Somedays the 100 k is like moving through honey, and on others, I can just zoom through it dedicatedly. Later on tonight I will map out what my route will be on way to Calgary. It's a bit over 900 km.

Yhep. Today I am sewing, and I started the morning with some beers.

It seems I've always been recording my life. Somewhere, there are ashes to burned papers, or bits and corners of saved diary pages - or encripted data that in some way, describe a life.

A singular.

I don't know how I feel right now. Maybe the closest way to describe it would be - mundane - yet trying to make it into something sorta poetic. Mundane and in vain.

Anyways - I'm sewing and drinking brandy - life's good.