Laden. The word I just used in a scrabble game with Amy. Laden. If you say it often it loses all meaning. Ladle. Sorry, had to type something there to get the old wheels turning. If ladle is what does it, that’s what does it.

Saw my third film festival movie today. Thanks to my sister and husband for such a lovely annual treat. The one tonight was Poor Boy’s Game by Clement Virgo, who also did my very first film festival movie ever, Love Come Down (causing massive crush on Larenz Tate). Clement Virgo also did Lie With Me, which I haven’t, but want very badly to see. The lead actress played Lara on the L Word. Cough. Anyway, the movie tonight was really good, my favourite of the three, although all were really good. My favourite personal memory of the film festival was almost crashing face first into Don McKellar then giving him this dorky smile/shrug, then asking my sister if that was Atom Egoyan. Oops.

Leaving in a week for a trip that in retrospect will be huge. A grand, unexpected adventure, that given how the next ten years of my life will probably go, will inevitably be used as the precursor for many stories to come. It will divide my life in two, as any day could, but we only count the important ones. Today is the first day of the rest of your life. Well, maybe tomorrow, I’ll have to get over the jet lag. Then we’ll deal with the rest of my life. That time back from trips is a crucial one. Do you act on epiphanies you had while away, while walking on cobblestone streets next to canals, while sitting in a café, while sleeping in a hostel with snorers? Do you go back to school? Move to the country? Become a pastry chef? Even if you don’t follow all the little sparks vacations bring, there’s that air about you that you want to keep as long as possible. I’d like to thing that I live life like I’m on vacation, but there’s nothing wrong with a booster shot.