Month: November 2009

Since it’s late and I’m sleepy, I’ll just leave you with one of my favourite photos, taken on a roll of film that expired in 1977 and developed with coffee and washing soda. Goodnight!

I have nothing to say here today. I tweeted a lot of crap, though. (How’s that for blogging just for the sake of blogging?)

I hope that if there is an afterlife, it’s the one where we get reunited with the people we love who passed away before us. That’s the kind of afterlife I like to believe anyway. Troy’s grandma passed away this afternoon. She’d been missing her husband a lot ever since he passed away last year.…… Continue reading In Not Too Many Words

What is it about swimming that makes you sleepy? Is it the amount of chlorine that ended up in your eyes? I suspect so. Though it’s probably not. But it’s always the case, even when I was a kid. After a swim, all I want to do is sleep. We started going swimming in an…… Continue reading Splish Splash

I had high hopes when we went to see West Side Story last Saturday since all the reviews I read about the show had been good. Someone who had seen a Broadway version even said it was better than Broadway. So yeah, I had high hopes. Sadly, it didn’t deliver. I don’t know if we…… Continue reading Getting Cultured

We had our home energy audit done today. According to the auditor, our house isn’t bad for a house this old (90 years old) but the basement really needs to be insulated because it’s a major heat leak. No wonder the main floor is always so cold in the autumn and winter. We have 18…… Continue reading There’s Always Something

There was an old lady trick-or-treating on Hallowe’en night in an old lady costume. Troy gave her the candies and she left and I was like, “Was it an old lady dressing up as an old lady?” and he confirmed it. It’s still boggling my mind. Stratford never fails to amaze me. I frickin’ hate…… Continue reading Extra Hour My A**