Last time on the adventures of the contemplative goose: there’s this goose near my apartment that likes to look at himself in the reflection of a window. A news story profiled a goose doing this at another location, and speculated that he thought the reflection was his long lost lover.
There are new developments! Mardi just sent me the following email:
My friend Andrew (@impressionone) made me look at your blog post from Podcamp because he thought it would interest me…and ohh it did! I was in love with a Canadian Goose that hung out at Museum London for the longest time (I named him Frankie), he stood at the front window every morning and afternoon staring at the gift shop…the wildlife people ended up moving him…and every time I see a goose looking lonely and pondering I think it may be him…but I think that you found him! Where is the picture taken!? Attached a photo! Just thought you would like this story!
I do like this story! I Googled for a while to see if staring at reflections is just something that geese do a lot. I found no other references to it. This leads me to believe that Mardi’s goose, the goose on the news, and my goose are all the same goose, who we now know is named Frankie.
Frankie is us.
It’s funny that was the first time I’d written in a coffee shop. Since then I’ve gotten sick of my apartment and office, so I practically live in coffee shops (a special shout-out to Coffee Culture on Dundas, which has a special place in my heart). Counterintuitively, the music and buzz of other people keeps me at the right level of distraction that I can focus on my work without feeling the need to fuck off and watch How I Met Your Mother all day.
Ramble ramble. Bye.