Lei

Death and Bad Luck

On the drive home, I was tired. I felt horrible and rush hour was just beginning. Nausea was setting in as I sped through traffic wherever possible hoping to spend the least amount of time on the road. Eventually, it got to the point that I just prayed that I would make it through the next fifty minute without throwing up in my truck.

Outside it is raining. Behind the dark silhouettes of the trees along the horizon, the city lights glow in the heavy blanket of mist above. Inside, the light is just as dim. One of the bulbs in the aquarium is blown. As I remove the lamp above the water, their is the half-blurred vision of fish swimming about in all different directions. Bubbles rise from the bottom of three tubes to the surface. Yellow, orange and white scales shimmer but something is wrong though. Amidst everything that wiggles and moves, one lone fish slowly floats downwards. It's mouth is still opening and closing but only a little. The body is bent and rigid. Lying on the rocks which line the bottom of the tank with its mouth twitching with less frequency, I watch as the fish dies before my eyes. The other fish continue to swim about oblivious to what has just happened.

All that can be seen is death everywhere. Hundeds of dead insects at the front door to the house as though a massacre had just occurred. How fitting. Halloween is nearly upon us and I can use it as cheap special effects. All I need are some carved pumpkins along the sides of the walkway.

For some reason, there was a huge population of those arthropod-like creatures there and upon seeing them slowly crawling around everywhere, I went into the garage and pulled out two cans of Raid. I can now personally state that the stuff works as claimed. It kills bugs on contact. It is almost impossible to walk up to the front door without stepping on one of these tiny critters lying on its back with its legs up in the air. I suppose it would be a good idea to take the broom and sweep everything away. What would people think when they see it? The newspaper boy? The mailman? My tenants next door? I just need to keep it there for another two weeks.

My mother has apparently gone to see the fortune teller asking what is to become of her children. Those being my older brother, younger sister and myself. It seems rather ironic in that the fortune teller had seemingly bad news for everyone but me since I am the only one who is 'unemployed' and living at home still. Apparently I will be ok but my other two siblings may run into problems. So the fortune teller gave my mother some sort of compass like device to be passed on to my brother and sister. The center of the device is white and when it becomes dark, it is supposed to be worn out. It's supposed to protect them from bad luck, spirits, or maybe from just making bad decisions? Something to that effect.

My sister joked that because I'm already not working and living at home that I've already hit rock bottom. Nothing worse can happen.

As I type this, I believe that Tsubame is sitting at home just a few blocks away typing as well. I know this because I can see his updates and comments show up in my other window. I would consider picking up the phone to call him but in the past, this has proven futile. His phone line being tied up by the internet connection.

I see that he has found and reposted his entry about the Abbotsford Photo Arts Club Seminar. This means that I will have to go back in there and fix the links again because he probably didn't see my comments about how I fixed them before. This feels like an internet editorial crew busy putting together articles. After the brief interruption in service, the site is back up and running and us being the eager bloggers that we are, we quickly post new entries. I digress. Tsubame got the links in his entry working correctly this time.

I also must point out that this must be an all time low as now I am blogging about us bloggers blogging.

My monday night volleyball team is looking much better. There is a lot less miss hits and confusion plus we're actually able to beat other beginner teams. However, our knowledge of player positions and rolls is rather lacking.

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In other news, my trusted pickup truck surpassed the 300,000 kilometer mark. It will not die. Woohoo! Oh what a feeling...Toyota... (balloons, confetti and streamers fly around the room in the background and Lei jumps up in the air)

Posted by LeanPorkLei at October 18, 2005 12:35 AM | TrackBack