it’s early for a weekly summary, but this has been an odd week.

i’ve been planning to celebrate my one year anniversary at imason for a couple of weeks now, and for me, that meant getting flowers for our angel of HR, V.  V is an incredibly impressive woman, with great surety, energy and vitality that one loves to be around.  within the first 10 seconds of meeting her, i knew that she was a fabulous ally of life and from that moment on, she has introduced me to literally everything that has been great and positive in my time here in the big city.  flowers were definitely in order.

so i tried to schedule a time when she would be in the office and able to receive my simple tribute.  she was away a couple of weeks ago.  last week there were holes in her schedule, but i could have a delivery received on tuesday.  so i sent forth the bouquet of clown roses with the full expectation that they would arrive, accepted and appreciated, on the chosen day of tuesday.  everything was good to go.

except that they never arrived.  this was the second time that i’d used my new florist.  the florist was a bona fide horticulturalist, who knows just how to make her flowers beautiful and last.  she is an artist and she works in a freakin grocery store.  but the quality of her product is beyond compare.  but her delivery people suck.  tuesday went by and no flowers.  no worries – V will be in the office on wednesday.   i don’t want to give my florist a hard time, because, as i said, this was the second time that a delivery went awry, and the last time, she ended up having to give me twice as many roses (and when the original dozen showed up, i felt like crap).  wednesday came and went and STILL no delivery.  thursday, it was butt-kicking time.

i went down to the store, and she had actually forgotten to send the flowers out.  something about thinking that they were going to be picked up, rather than delivered.  with mother’s day approaching and an entire neighbourhood of clients to deal with, i felt that forgiveness was the right response to take. 

V was not to be in the office though until the next week, if at all then!  so i tried to turn my singular expression of gratitude into a bunch of little ones.  i sent out an email to the company telling them that flowers were available for everyone.  there was a great feeling of freedom and joy that came from the thought that i might take a little bit of happiness and beauty and smear it all around the canvas of my life.  i think that was probably one of the best feelings that i’ve had in quite a few months.

in the end, almost no one shared in that joy, but V came into the office and collected most of her flowers.  she loved them… and why wouldn’t she – they were the most beautiful flowers that i have ever seen… or in this case, personally hand-delivered to ensure that they arrived.

i also spun out a flash website thing for a friend of mine back home.  a day’s worth of effort will help his new little business immeasurably.  and speaking of flash, i am planning to have drinks with one of the biggest names in the flash circuit in toronto this week sometime.  my life is getting bigger and better every single week.

but in the back of my mind, there’s the growing realization that as much as i am getting used to being single in the city, my life is looking a little like a one-wheeled bicycle – there’s nothing really wrong with it per se, but it’s not quite how it should be.  i won this fabulous weekend getaway at a lakeside bed and breakfast resort in picton through an office pool – a trip for two – and i have no one to take.  i could take this stunning asian girl who had her heart set on the prize when she sold me the tickets.  i could take some friend from work, but for my newly-enforceable rule about dating office colleagues.  i could just sell or give away the prize to someone i really like like DB or jim.  or i could save it for the person i really want to take, in the hopes that maybe someday in the next year while the prize is valid, she might consider going with me.  or maybe i could go by myself. 

is a bicycle with one wheel still a bicycle?

- g