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…
Body of Work
When I asked you to choose my next non-fiction adventure and the votes started rolling in for The Island at the Centre of the World – mor cast a phone vote – I discovered that after all that, I did know what book I wanted to read and it was Body of Work: Meditations on…
Obstacle Course
Thanks so much for all the birthday attention – it nicely met all my Attention Slut requirements for the day. Which, by the way, turned out to be absolutely wonderful. And was a nice contrast from this past weekend, which was a smidge frustration. To wit: This past weekend was Buskerfest. Again. Seems like they…
45
Here it is. Or rather, it’ll be here tomorrow. 45. Forty-five. Femogfyrre. Quarante-cinq. Fünfundvierzig. Cuarenta y cinco. XLV. I’d hoped that by saying it over and over again, in different ways and languages it would lose its meaning. No such luck. (OK, so I had to look up the last two. I don’t speak that…
Hodge Podge
Today’s a bit of a cop-out – I’ve got a deadline that needs wrangling (the bleedin’ thing’s like herding cats) and all my wee grey cells are therefore occupied. Well, mostly they’re getting distracted by anything shiny that passes by, but I’m going to force the wee fuckers to focus and produce something worthwhile today….