6:30 am rise – I force myself out of bed to make my commitment to volunteer with Klipper’s Organics at the West End Farmer’s Market. Conveniently, it’s just around the corner from my apartment building.
7:03am – I decide to take some videos of our morning volunteers unloading the trailer full of freshly picked organic delights.
8:05am – Bagging sweet basil and coronation grapes. On this day, the display of summer harvest was exceptionally beautiful.
9:08am – Shortly after the market’s opening bell rings, I join three women who begin a set of taoist tai chi. I haven’t practiced since June and that was a great reminder of why I should pick it up again.
11:45am – I board the seabus to North Vancouver and have lunch with my lovely parents.
4:09pm – A neighbour from down the hall visits, tells me that I’ve got anger trapped inside and helps me put up a large heavy mirror.
6:28pm – I arrive at Kitsilano Beach to meet with fellow Siddhartha cast members for sunset yoga. It was a failed fundraiser but a success for making yoga happen.
7:55pm – As we sit in our long pigeon poses, we say goodbye to the sun that is setting a splash of gorgeous coral across the sky.
8:17pm – I meet my friend Claes of iscleaner.com on granville island. We discuss the Uplight series concept and next steps to continue. He tells me about Wreckage….a play under the wharf!
8:43pm- Claes leaves and I eat my packed dinner: eggplant pesto potato soup, a padrone pepper stuffed with feta and tamarind sauce, and sweet melt-in-my-mouth portuguese bread (the likes of which I’ve had only in Kitimat).
9:00pm – I take a seat to watch Wreckage, a bring-your-own-venue with the Fringe Festival.
9:20pm – I’m totally impressed that someone is under the cold, dark water with a flashlight all for a theatrical experience that lives only for that moment.
9:55pm – Sipping a chai latte at the Agro Cafe, open late to serve the Vancouver Fringe Bar. There I meet a trio of burlesque performers in the small washroom where their costumes seem twice as colourful and dramatic.
10:30pm – I go see Jacques Lalonde’s anniversary show celebrating 25 years of fringe-ing.
11:50pm – Cycle across the scenic route over the Burrard bridge towards home.
11:57pm – From a car full of asian youth, a hostile yell is flung, “You fucking whore,” as it passes me on the hill after Burrard bridge. They get a stop light. I pull up next to them. They don’t see me. It feels sad.
12:00am- A new day begins. I’m on my bicycle, just about home.
