2001-09-06 - 12:58 a.m.
The first thing I do when I wake from my nightly shut-eye these days is to peer out of the window. It initially stemmed from fear that my car would no longer be at the spot where I had parked it the night before. Since my sister and her family moved here from Singapore a month ago, my garage space has been invaded by carton boxes of all shapes and sizes. So I've had to park off street. Not that there is ample reason to steal my car. It has no spiffy bodykit or CD stacker. And without a key, the car WILL not start. Some disengaging security system. Whatever. Anyhow, lately, I've been jumping out of bed to see if the sun is out. Almost like an excited kid on Christmas morning.
Spring is here, or so my body tells me. I woke up with swollen eyes and an irritated nose two mornings ago. It can be rather crippling, as I recall from last year. Hay fever or not, little stops my spirits from soaring in this lovely weather. I've had numerous remarks commenting that I've been exceptionally happy (is it really all that amazing?). And despite the lack of reason to be so (I've got no friends left here, I've got 4 papers to write, I need to find a job, my laptop has been infected with the fucking SirCam virus, need I say more?), I've been annoyingly chirpy, tirelessly cheery, and maniacally hyperactive. I'm even happy to go to work. And I stay happy at work. Jesus.
I don't know exactly what it is about spring that is causing the sudden spurts of delirium. It might be the absence of dreadful greys. And the million different hues of reds, pinks and oranges in its place. It might be that smoke-free dining is more tolerable, now that I won't have to freeze my butt off outside. It might be that my melancholic id has been superceded by its spring/summer parallel, sanguine. Or that I always get a good laugh from the sight of Milo's puffy, pollen-irritated eyes. Perhaps even that my embarrassing sentimental self makes a brief appearance- walks in light lace-trimmed cardigans; muscat and tealights; Lorne and coconut ice-cream. Am I happy because I laugh, smile, giggle so much more; or do I laugh, smile, giggle so much more because I am happy? The direction of causality has never been particularly important to me.
