Overheated
I want winds from the north, I want bluster and brrr. I want to wear a sweater, to feel my toes icy cold once more, to yearn for a thick bean soup, so see my breath hang frozen in the air for a moment as I exhale. I know. I’m insane. It’s been only two…
Floral Encounters of the Third Kind
I used to live in the suburbs and although it’s nice and green out there, there were some drawbacks to the geography that I didn’t fully realize until I moved to an urban area. One of the main ones is that you have to drive everywhere you go. In the morning, you leave your house,…
Morality
I didn’t post yesterday because the melancholy of the weekend transmogrified itself into a spectacular case of pissy and everything I had to say was either damply negative or stupidstupidstupid (me? PMSing? Whatever gave you that idea??). I therefore followed the advice of Thumper’s mother and decided that since I didn’t have anything nice to…
End of Summer Thoughts
It was a weird weekend, two days of endings and a strange melancholy. Autumn came this weekend, with brisk winds, jackets over summer clothes and cold feet, firmly shoving summer into the past. Still, I refuse to wear socks and took refuge in my fiesta shawl, wrapping my legs in handknit comfort, blocking the gale…
Perchance to Dream
I had a stellar day yesterday. I’d checked my e-mail, had progressed to having a cuddle with the cat while talking to mor when, at the last possible moment, I realized that I didn’t have time for a slow start to the day. Babbling something along the lines of “got a meeting, gotta go, bye!”,…
After the Wedding
It took longer than I’d expected, but I finally got around to watching my birthday present to myself, the Danish movie called After the Wedding (Efter Brylluppet), directed by Susanne Bier. And I loved it. Mads Mikkelsen – probably best known on this side of the pond for his role as the villain Le Chiffre…
Labour Day Weekend
One of the (many) great things about living in my lovely little downtown neighbourhood is the combination of almost smalltown quiet and largetown happenings. For instance, in July, I can hear the Molson Indy, a fact which has persuaded me to never go, because if I can hear it here, I don’t want to think…