The view from my window is delightful: yellow-leafed birches against a brilliant blue sky, the sun shining on all. It is 9:30 am and thus begins this week. The weather report is fairly good, I'm reading my virtual newspaper, and my hair (freshly washed and smelling nice) is all curled up in bobby pins.
The weekend was good, I was partially busy and partially able to do things that de-stress me. Friday night some girls and I (including Claire) went out to play pool, and I was 'traded' to the neighbouring table of guys, and one of them was traded to our table. Later we went to the club with these guys, and then for late-night pizza, and at 3 I bid them adieu. What do you do when someone is so shy that you have to strike an exquisite balance between showing interest and not coming on too strong? That was the dilemma with a particular bio-chem major from UNB, that ended up with no-one getting anyone's phone number but plenty of portentious looks being exchanged.
Anyway. Saturday morning it rained so hard the streets were rivers, and I walked to choir practice under an umbrella, dodging rivers and swirling eddies of leaves. Saturday afternoon, after it had cleared and the sun was out, Claire and I went for a stroll downtown and had the most delicious hot chocolates ever, at a sweet little cafe on King Street. Saturday night was relatively uneventful, we watched a video and I got some work done. And then Sunday was grand, I slept in and then we made pancakes and topped them with chopped fruit, yogurt, brown sugar and cinnamon. When I got too stressed with work, I walked to Odell Park where the paths were so covered with leaves that it was astounding just to look down. What a park--the air smells so clean and fresh, and the woods look to go forever--dark pines form a thick grove, and light-leaved birches make you feel like you're in another world as you walk through that stand, that the air is glowing.
Then, Claire made us cream-cheese-crust pizza and we watched Gilmore Girls. That experience gets a sentence all to itself. Mmm...
And after a neat, compact sleep (fitting between Sunday night and the alarm's sound) I am awake, dressed, and smelling nice on a Monday morning. Thus begins this week.
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the human behind the bean
I'm a 27 year old Canadian woman. I grew up on Cape Breton Island, although my parents and their families are from Quebec and Ohio. Currently I live in Cape Breton, in a small town by the Bras D'Or Lake.
I can make a good soup and tie my own shoes. I've worked as a nanny, a potter's assistant, a shop clerk, and a janitor. I've also worked in a library, and taught computers to seniors. I've travelled to Australia and New Zealand and across Canada by train. I spent two and a half years in university before I left. I like the way the air smells in the Fall.
Since 2002 - this is my blog, a place for me to write about life, what I experience, to share my photography and my writing. I'm glad you're here!
I can make a good soup and tie my own shoes. I've worked as a nanny, a potter's assistant, a shop clerk, and a janitor. I've also worked in a library, and taught computers to seniors. I've travelled to Australia and New Zealand and across Canada by train. I spent two and a half years in university before I left. I like the way the air smells in the Fall.
Since 2002 - this is my blog, a place for me to write about life, what I experience, to share my photography and my writing. I'm glad you're here!
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