As mentioned previously, I spent most of my time holed up at Mom’s working on my script. The experience made for a very different kind of visit. There wasn’t a lot of time to see friends. I didn’t even make it out to Dad’s. It was strange being surrounded by so much that I miss about the place, but not actually partaking of it. It was a bit like going to a steak house, and ordering tofu.
I did manage to make the visit worthwhile in other respects. Jazzy was a big part of my trip. I walked her to school nearly everyday. We hung out on the couch and watched TV together while I rubbed her feet. I drove her to work at Nadia’s store, and picked her up at the end of her shifts. I took her shopping. We went for a long walk together near Craven. I took her to Easter service on May 5. We dressed up and went out for supper at a fine dining place with Nadia and her man Milos. We talked. We laughed. We mused. We philosophized. We kept the bond between us strong.
Home cooking, and all that came with it was beyond words. Mom’s house is a home. Being there meant I never had to worry about any other aspect of living, except working on my script. Water is wet, the sky is blue, and Mom will always be Mom. I never took for granted a single plate of food, or a warm cup of coffee placed before me. Sitting on the deck with Dave, and playing cards with Grama and Papa made the whole experience, home.
I managed to carve some hours away for other friends. I saw Shawn a couple of times – once upon arrival, and the second time, upon finishing my script. He had Brad & Beth over, along with Cheryl’s sister & brother-in-law from out of town. We had a fire in the back yard. Clear night. You could see the Northern Lights. Unfortunately, I was burnt right out, mere hours after handing my application in. I was home before midnight.
There were other faces too. I put in a personal appearance with the guys from the Romanian Syndicate for our annual hockey pool (which I’m winning by the way). I gave a lecture at O’Neill High School about filmmaking. Saw Jamie & Greg in their backyard, movie with Cheryl, lunch with Lindsay, drinks with Glenna, supper with Shy, and visits with Yana, and Shauna. Seems like a lot, but feels more like I’m scratching the surface.
I was most struck by how familiar everything seemed. I’ve been driving around Regina’s streets all my life. Most are associated with memories – some distant, some not so much. I sat in Atlantis on a couple of occasions. Wandered aimlessly. Drove in the city’s version of traffic. Took in the sights. Photographed the sky and sent it to TO.
I’m writing this from my apartment in Toronto. I’m looking out the window at the neighbourhood, and basking in all this familiarity. Jazzy and I had quite the day yesterday, getting ourselves reacquainted with the city. I could say more, but that’s a subject for another day.