This month

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A November sunset that my iPhone camera did not do justice for.

As L.M. Montgomery so beautifully put it, “It was November – the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.” If I could sum it up to today’s narrative, I would have to go with ‘the month of grey skies, dead leaves, overhasty Christmas decor, unnecessary Thanksgiving/Black Friday influx from the US.

Seen:

  • Flurries! And rain.
  • The Great Canadian Baking Show. For a spin off of the British series, it’s very enjoyable… No doubt thanks to its adorable contestants! As of now, I want to try making Montreal style bagels, fondant fancies(!), and maple cookies.
  • Frankie Drake. Fun show! It reminds of Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries in some ways, but this show is definitely lighter in its tone, and very Canadian (since it’s set in Toronto).
  • Cheesy Christmastime movies that started the weekend after Halloween. I couldn’t be more thrilled/nauseated.

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Babe alert! An admirable portrait of Jeff Bridges (circa 1970s), because I have no shame.

  • Black Friday deals. So much want and not enough buy. Take for instance, a Canon or Nikon camera, which I’ve been lusting after for almost ten years. (Just a few thousand dollars more! Not.)

Listening to lately:

  • Journey. I heard their song ‘Separate Ways’ in the film Tron: Legacy not too long ago, and simply had to look it up on Youtube. And of course I found the accompanying music video in all its 80s’ glory, at the top of the search results. The song itself is so intense and hardcore, and the video is just… Whoa. (It eventually led me down a rabbit hole to find the best parody video of it.)
  • Not One Minute More, which I happened to hear on the radio while driving home last Monday. (RIP Della Reese!)

Read:

Sadly, no books have caught my interest this month. SO BRING ON THE CHRISTMAS PRESENT READS.

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Once again, no justice done by my iPhone.

 

Jeff Bridges photo from here

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Thoughts on a Friday

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  • Enjoying the last few days of summer weather.
  • Sitting outdoors by the pool is no exception.
  • It’s about the only thing I’ll miss about the season.
  • Except for the limitless fruits and vegetables.
  • Oh, and swimming.
  • But then there is autumn.
  • I am inexplicably excited for the changing season.
  • And cool weather.
  • And then there is Taylor Swift.
  • How’s that for a shift in thought?
  • Suddenly she has dropped a new album, and a new song.
  • Good girl gone… Bad?
  • She usually does this sort of thing this time of year.
  • She has apparently revamped herself entirely.
  • Now there are all these memes about “The old Taylor can’t come to the phone right now.”
  • Hmm.
  • If only revamping myself were that easy.
  • I’m generally not keen on her for a couple reasons, but I give her major kudos for taking that groping incident to court, and standing her ground.
  • But she sure knows how to make a entrance.
  • Or re-entrance.
  • Why am I only starting to watch the Great British Bake off now?
  • When it’s at its end?
  • If I’m not mistaken.
  • It’s a toned down competition show about baking and it’s the most comforting thing to watch ever.
  • I can only imagine how good that baking kitchen they all work in must smell.
  • Everything about it is so British and it’s fab.
  • I mean, they’re literally baking in the middle of the English countryside.
  • It better be bake. I mean, back.
  • I didn’t miss out on seven seasons of it just so I can watch it in time for it to be cancelled.
  • That was an actual typo I made.
  • How appropriate.
  • There’s a Canadian edition premiering this fall, but I don’t know how it will measure up.
  • Oh look, I made a pun.
  • I guess it wouldn’t hurt to find out.
  • Maybe.
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Sounds like something I would do.
  • I found that article clipping funny, anyway.
  • Weekend plans include work and work.
  • Oh well!
  • In honour of Jerry Lewis, I conclude this session with a classic clip of him doing the type writer.

Image from here and here

Thoughts on a Friday

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Flowers in the garden.
  • Happy Friday!
  • I’ve spent the better part of this week trying to regain my voice.
  • Not like, in terms of confidence-building (though that would be great), but my actual voice.
  • Because, laryngitis.
  • I’ve had it since Sunday, and it’s only started to sound normal today.
  •  That voice you hear inside your head when you read this is the voice I happen to speak with.
  • Let that sink in.
  • The last time I caught laryngitis I think was in 2009.
  • The time before that was…. Grade 10.
  • Pretty sure I can remember each laryngitis bout I’ve had.
  • But I digress.
  • Last week was a week of kiddies, noisiness, and mess.
  • I think I caught my illness from one of the said-kiddies, aka my niece and nephew.
  • But that’s ok.
  • When they live far away and aren’t able to visit often, I will accept.
  • Sort of.
  • But right now, I’m just enjoying the quiet and cleanliness, while they are off in England with their parents for the next week or so.
  • This week I got my hair done at a curly hair-catered salon.
  • Best decision I ever made.
  • Suddenly, everything just became clearer for me.
  • My hair is no longer a lost cause, now that I know the right techniques to styling it.
  • Simple, so simple.
  • Weekend plans include, work, ballet class and Chinese food.
  • And possibly giving myself a pedicure.
  • But that is usually best left to the professionals.
  • I’ve only had a few professional pedicures in my life, and I’ve always found them strange.
  • Relaxing yes, but strange.
  • Having someone dealing with your feet….
  • Possibly the least appealing (outer) extremities on the body to work with.
  • Poor things.
  • Clearly, I need to get more pedicures.
  • But maybe not if I’m doing pointe work.
  • 😬
  • In that case, time to brush up on my home-pedicures!
  • My final thought of the day is a quote from Marcus Aurelius.
  • “You have power over your mind–not outside events. Realize this, and you will find strength.”

Seen and heard and read this month

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It was so warm this past weekend I almost could have gone without a scarf. But didn’t.

SEEN:

  • What can the musical Cabaret teach us about today’s society? More than you might guess.
  •  It goes without saying: tissues upon tissues upon tissues. More so than usual.
  • Snow. And then, melting snow.
  • Jack Reacher: NEVER GO BACK. I’m not one for action movies, but I gotta say this was pretty good.
  • The sun! Finally!
  • Valentine’s Day…. Stuff.
  • The Trudeau-Trump meeting. Just… Yeeuugh.
  • Anything with Trump just… Yeeeeuuugh.

HEARD:

  • Whatever crap that comes out of the POTUS’ office, ho hum….
  • Stuff about the latest great new Netflix series. This time, it’s Riverdale based on the Archie comics. (AND I STILL DON’T HAVE NETFLIX.)
  • A particularly lovely story (first half) from Canada’s story-teller, Stuart McLean (of the Vinyl Cafe), who sadly passed away last week. I used to listen to his radio show when I was living away at university, and in the years afterward; his stories were always funny and touching, and a comfort to listen to.

READ/READING:

  • Finally half way finished with this book! After three years of stopping and re-reading. I’ve stopped again, but I’ll finish it sooner or later.
  • The English Patient. So far, it seems to be a good read, but I’m on the fence about whether I’m liking it or not.
  • A Dangerous Inheritance. Only a few chapters in, but I am most certainly intrigued.

 

Lastly, thinking about this quote:

“It’s funny these trips we take: to beaches and cottages, to mountains and lakes, and sometimes to the highways, to the place between places. We leave the things that we love, the things that are familiar to us, and trade them for the new and the different. City folks like me often head to the country; country folks are often city bound. We see things big and small, old and new and we collide with one another. We come together as strangers, and, if we’re lucky, learn over and over how much we are connected to one another; how even, in our differences, we are the same, and how, when we consider it, how safe the world usually is. Full of people, just like us who are trying their best to do the right thing, and be their best self.”

Stuart McLean, the Vinyl Cafe, September 2010