So my dad called me the other day and told me that he had some blankets for me and would bring them over. I didn't really need any blankets, but he's one of those people that like drops random shit off at peoples houses and weird random gifts, so I had already accepted the fact that I was going to have like an old lady afhan on display in my living room. I don't know what afgan is for really if not display, I have tried to use them in the past and found them useless as blankets, an acceptable last resort pillow, and the holes on them are too small to fuck. I bet it was like an old tradition back in the day, like those square quilts, people had family afgans that were of elaborate design and colors and proudly flung them over their couches, or folded them respectively on the recliners of old. A couple of hours after talking to him, Dad called me again. "Mike, I'm really very sorry, but we looked at the quilt and there were a couple of holes in it, but you still get the afgan." Wait, what the fuck? I've always had a sneaking suspicion that my dad breaks into peoples houses stealing random boxes out of garages, shit no one would notice, no one really wants, and then he generously re-bestows it upon humanity. Like if Robin hood had to ride the short bus, "I'll steal from everyone and give to everyone else!" 

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    So I spent last week working in Canora, another small town with nothing to really interest me so I got to spend my smoke breaks generally watching the town. Small towns have changed since I last spent time traveling around the prairies for work (It was about 5 years ago, but thats a really short time around here) there seems to be a light sprinkling of hope around these areas, it's subtle and it's not much, but it's there. In some places, like my town, it's a little more obvious, new businesses that cater a younger demographic and a lot of new houses being built and shit. But in smaller towns, it's more like a fresh coat of paint or a larger store for an old place, nothing big, but it's a start. And if they keep it going things could get quite better. 

   I don't know, maybe I'm just seeing what I want to see (we all do have that tendency) but it's kind of what I want to keep with for me. I'm doing a bit better at life, I do still watch way too much TV and there are still many aspects of myself that I want to change, but I think a gradual change is best, I need to work on shit slowly, when I rush into things like a retard, I tend to get disappointed quickly because accomplishing things takes time. I took the whole cooking for myself thing slowly and now I'm doing really good, I even baked a bit this weekend just for the hell of it. I really thought I'd be improving shit faster than this, but I'm glad I thought it out instead of just bitching out like usual. I am going to try do an entry a week on this, and I want to completely stop eating out, and I need to quit smoking, and I think these are some reasonable short term goals. I do have many more for the next year or two and if I keep working with less expected on the short term, and remembering and even adding my goals for the long term that I can be who I want to be in three years, I'm not expecting to be this fucking superstar, but I want to be able to take care of myself and be healthy so that when I get back to B.C. I don't fuck it all up and end up back here or broke.