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