- For the first time this season, today is warm enough to walk around outside wearing just a t-shirt.
- I’m looking forward to the greenery and flowers to come in, so I can take pictures again. In the meantime there’s always the Westmount Glasshouse, or the Botanical Gardens, or the Atwater Market nearby where they’ll be sure to have colorful things on display.
- The grapefruits were on sale this week at 5 for $1. They’re all a bit overripe but at that price, what can you expect? For two days in a row now, I’ve started my day with fresh-squeezed pink grapefruit juice. Now there’s a great motivation to climb out of bed for sleepyheads like me.
- “I finished reading Empire Falls last night. Great story. After my first try with Orhan Pamuk which left me a bit frustrated, I found it to be an incredibly easy read. The characters seem real… in fact the whole thing was playing like a movie in my head. Quite vivid. It seems deceptively simple as a story but the whole thing is a brilliant construction.” That’s the email I sent to my mom at the beginning of the week. She had introduced me to Russo and was aware that I had struggled to get through the Black Book by Orhan Pamuk without much success.
- Is it me or is there less activity in blogland? That’s what it’s looking like on my end of the pond these days.
- A couple of things I want to pick up at the market: a fine quality balsamic vinegar. One or two bunches of spring flowers, such as tulips maybe? My favorites. Wonderful indulgences.
- The only thing I’ll miss about winter is how good Fritz smells when he comes in from the cold. That scent was positively addictive. But he’ll still be getting plenty of cuddles regardless.
- I have a couple of Kathy Reichs books that have been sitting here for a number of years now. They were kindly given to me by an aunt when I expressed curiosity about that author, but I can’t seem to find the courage to actually read them. Are they really as gruesome as I imagine them to be? Worse than episodes of CSI for instance?
- After I’m done writing this post, I’ll go do a couple of chores around the house. There’s an awful lot of dusting to do around here. So much so that I’ve been dealing with allergies all winter. Did I even mention how much I hate dusting? But somehow, thanks to the Job Jar, even dreaded projects like that seem like fun. Go figure.
- Thanks to the Job Jar, I even sat down for five minutes of mediation last night. Which is more time than I’ve meditated in the past six months. It’s like any other exercise I guess — at first you’re just sitting there and wondering what you’re supposed to do when the whole point is to do nothing and think about nothing — the hardest task ever for some of us.
- Just now I saw a squirrel on my back balcony lying down in a patch of sun. I wish I could have taken a picture but I didn’t want to scare him away. The poor thing looks like it needs a rest. I juts hope for his sake he doesn’t run into Fritz. As sweet as he is, that cat has killer hunter instincts.
- “It has been remarked… how kindly disposed the world in general feels to young people who either die or marry. Imagine then the interest that surrounded Miss Wintertowne! No young lady ever had such advantages before: for she died upon the Tuesday, was raised to life in the early hours of Wednesday morning, and was married upon the Thursday; which some people thought too much excitement for one week.” From Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell by Suzanna Clarke. It’s what keep me up at night this week lately. “An epic tale of nineteenth-century England and the two very different magicians who, as teacher and pupil and then as rivals, emerge to change its history.” Another author introduced to me by my mum. This one is an 800-plus page novel that is hard to put down, save to take a rest from all that weight.
- Speaking of weight, I am determined that I will not buy a whole new summer wardrobe to accommodate my surplus. My normal diet is already generally light, so all that will be required is exercise. I’ve got my work cut out for me though because the measly half-hour walk I took two days ago has left my legs stiff and sore. I’m a long way from my six-hour hiking trips, but I’ll get there… one step at a time.
Pic: Westmount Glasshouse, April 2007 by Smiler
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