A few weeks ago, Geoffrey and I took a rare trip into town together and spent the day running errands in preparation for our new home. We made it a prerogative to pick out our remaining bathroom lights, as well as our fridge, stove, washer, and dryer. In addition, we also had to meet a contractor out at our place first thing in the morning. In between all of that, I was also making deliveries for Potomac Trading Post, Ltd. Talk about a busy morning!
We went to a lighting store that I’ve wanted to visit for a few years now. I picked out three really beautiful fixtures, which amounted to around $800. Then in true Emory form, I went home and found similar lighting for a fraction of the price online. Why do I even bother going shopping in person?
Our biggest expense was the lot of appliances that we ended up purchasing from the hardware store. I’ve had my eye on a combo washer and dryer unit for a few years now, and because we saved so much money on our fridge and stove, we decided to splurge on the w/d unit. I’m so excited!
All in all it was a productive day. More importantly, we can now cross appliances off our to-do list for The Little Barn. Phew!
Posted by Hello, Scarlett Blog on 10/23/2014
This is a piece that I had composed for Holly on Instagram. I’ve hinted at her recent health issues in several blog posts, but have yet to fully explain just what is the matter. Rather than rewriting it for you today and having to relive the same raw emotions once again, I’ve made the decision to post it here. Nothing has yet changed, and I feel as if I can say no more about the situation. This is what I wrote one week ago.
“We’ve been through a lot with our dog, Holly. Four years ago, we rescued her from the SPCA in Edmonton, Alberta. She was found wandering the streets, heavily pregnant, and in the middle of winter. No one ever claimed her. We went into the shelter not expecting to fall in love, but after seeing Holly shivering in the corner of a room, while being kept away from her litter of puppies, we knew that our lives would never be the same. She was losing her hair and was severely underweight, but within a few months she was a fit and healthy dog, or so we thought. Soon after adopting her, we noticed an ulcer in her eye. It turns out that Holly’s eyes cannot produce tears. After four years of different medications, numerous vet visits, and most recently a surgery to correct the problem, it appeared as if she would finally be able to lead a ‘normal’ life. Holly will be 10 years old. However, life will not let her catch a break. Last week we were told that Holly has cancer. Now, we must weigh our options and ultimately decide how many more surgeries and procedures we will subject her to. The line between preserving your pet’s life for yourself or for them is thin. If only they could speak and tell us exactly what to do. If nothing else, we know that Holly is a fighter, and that eventually she will help us come to the right decision, if not through human words, but through her own form of language that only dog owners grow to understand. While owning her has never been easy, if I didn’t have her love or the privilege of ever knowing her, the last four years of my own life would have been so much more meaningless. So, Holly Golightly, this one is for you.”
Posted by Hello, Scarlett Blog on 10/22/2014
If you are young, have Instagram, or a set of ears, you’ve probably heard of a series called ‘Throwback Thursday’. TBT as it’s known to us hipsters. The highly credible online urban dictionary defines TBT as “When you put a picture from a “while” ago on your social media sites.” Classic.
Broadway Theatre in Saskatoon has adopted this internet phenomenon and has turned it into their own cash cow by screening old and popular films on Thursday nights for one night only. The best part is, if you dress up as one of the characters in the film, your ticket is discounted.
Last Thursday, Geoffrey and I went to see Pulp Fiction. While I may appear to have Mia Wallace’s hair, and Geoff have Vincent Vega’s, we did not actually wear any costumes. And while we may own the film, seeing it in person is, as always, one hundred times better. I wish that every theatre around the world would show every great film on a regular basis. For those few hours, you are instantly transported back into time, and you get to discover that movie all over again while feeling the same sort of feelings that those people did decades ago. It’s indescribable. I just love it.
Prior to the movie starting, the owner of the theatre announced that they were going to have a dance off in true Jack Rabbit Slims fashion. The winner would get free passes to all the TBT movies for the rest of the year. Up went Vincent, Jules, Butch, and Mia, and on went the music. It was priceless.
If you’re going to see Pulp Fiction, whether it’s your first, second, or millionth time, make sure you see it in a movie theatre, with popcorn, a beer, and a dance off.
Posted by Hello, Scarlett Blog on 10/20/2014
“I have lots of things to teach you now, in case we ever meet, concerning the message that was transmitted to me under a pine tree in North Carolina on a cold winter moonlit night. It said that Nothing Ever Happened, so don’t worry. It’s all like a dream. Everything is ecstasy, inside. We just don’t know it because of our thinking-minds. But in our true blissful essence of mind is known that everything is alright forever and forever and forever. Close your eyes, let your hands and nerve-ends drop, stop breathing for 3 seconds, listen to the silence inside the illusion of the world, and you will remember the lesson you forgot, which was taught in immense milky way soft cloud innumerable worlds long ago and not even at all. It is all one vast awakened thing. I call it the golden eternity. It is perfect. We were never really born, we will never really die. It has nothing to do with the imaginary idea of a personal self, other selves, many selves everywhere: Self is only an idea, a mortal idea. That which passes into everything is one thing. It’s a dream already ended. There’s nothing to be afraid of and nothing to be glad about. I know this from staring at mountains months on end. They never show any expression, they are like empty space. Do you think the emptiness of space will ever crumble away? Mountains will crumble, but the emptiness of space, which is the one universal essence of mind, the vast awakenerhood, empty and awake, will never crumble away because it was never born.”
- Jack Kerouac, The Portable Jack Kerouac
Posted by Hello, Scarlett Blog on 10/19/2014