One Amongst Many

There are lots of candidates for Today’s Perfect Moment.

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I could choose the weather. Waking up early to a November snowfall was quite pretty–but the first ones always are.  Since I rarely ever pay attention to weather forecasts, this one was unexpected to me.  The air was crisp and the park was a white sea.  I managed to find my gloves and toque and headed to work.

It could be the skateboarder. To call this skateboard weather was certainly pushing it.  At this time of year the gravel and gnarly bits of stuff are all over the road.  Not to mention that a fall on a cold day would certainly incur broken bones.  However, the perfectness of this has more to do with his exit from the bus.  He put his board down in front of the door after lugging it around the bus gripping it by the front trucks.  I suppose he thought he was going to exit the bus in the perfect ollie, (I have to apologize to all skaters here because I haven’t got a clue how to spell this skateboarding term) gliding past the curb and all.  I am sure he had the vide playing in his head and wished somebody would film him.  Unfortunately the bus came to a screeching halt and upset his plans. By the time he recovered his board, the doors were open and a crowd in front and behind had gathered.  There simply was no room to be a hero.

It could have been the young lady with the hockey stick on the subway. I guess she had just purchased it.  It was a beautiful carbon one that probably cost more than some of my bike components and with the exception of my bike and skis, probably cost more than any piece of sports equipment that I own.  I noted that she was a right handed shot and hoped she would score a ton of goals.

It could have been the guy screaming on the bus about getting paid for doing a painting job. He dropped more F bombs than an Eddie Murphy special back in the days before he found God and became a family man.  He also threatened to break the  jaw of the person he was talking to.  These things sound quite bad, but hey, we’re just one big happy family on the bus.

It could have been the book I am reading. After several books that did not live up to their dust jackets, this is a nice surprise.  I have even been able to concentrate enough to read more than a few pages at a time.

You know, I am going to have to go with the book. It is called How to Be Famous by Caitlin Moran.  It delivers by being edgy but still maintaining a sense of humour and pace.  I found it in the new section, so I know I won’t be able to renew it and had better get it read this week.  Luckily that won’t be a problem.

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About Anthony

I am: equal parts rebel, romantic and shockingly average Joe. a writer trapped inside of an ESL teacher's body. an introverted attention seeker. a teacher who hopes one day to be called "Captain, my Captain." an intellectual who can do some very dumb things. a person whose Japan experience, despite being so long ago, still exerts a strong influence upon him. a lover of books, music, beer, hockey and Pizza.
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8 Responses to One Amongst Many

  1. Heide says:

    “I noted that she was a right handed shot and hoped she would score a ton of goals.” If you think this after properly identifying a hockey stick, you are definitely Canadian. 🙂 This is MY perfect moment for today, Anthony.

  2. bgddyjim says:

    Ollie is correct. 😉

  3. blossomkitty says:

    Early for snow. Where in Canada do you live, Anthony?

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