I bought a Canada Goose coat this fall so that my wintery walks would be more bearable. It is by far the best coat I have ever owned, and I don't think I'll ever switch brands again (thanks for convincing me, Heather!).
I'm still not nuts about that thin line of actual fur around the hood, but considering that I walked 40 minutes through a blizzard and barely noticed the howling winds, I guess I'll just deal.
On my walk, I saw one guy without a hat and one guy with sneakers on. Are they making a fashion statement, or are they just dumb? I'd love to know. When you can't see a few inches past your nose with all the snow, it's time to dress for the weather. This is Ottawa! We get nutty weather! Converse will not protect you.
As I feared, December is slipping by faster than I would like. I've put off decorating the apartment because my new landlord is always coming in to do renovations, but shit, the month will be over soon. If my decorations get some plaster dust on them, so be it.
While it's nice to see the building getting fixed up, I'm getting pretty sick of all the noise. They tore off the roof the other day, and they tore up the flooring of the upstairs apartment yesterday. Today they are doing something disruptive to our hallway. They may have to rebuild a dividing wall because apparently, "It's not really a wall. Somebody tossed up a piece of wood and some drywall and called it safe." Fucking lame. Morty is a nervous mess because of all the thumping and my BH is trying to study for exams. The timing really blows.
I'm trying to be patient, but there's a big part of my brain that wants to go out and get a mortgage quote or two. I'm starting to talk to myself in soothing tones so I don't do anything irrational. Renting still makes sense, providing the renos don't go on indefinitely.
My gig schedule is pretty clear now with fall being over. I'm going to take the opportunity to book some songwriting time, and maybe a few key gigs. I don't think I'll be as busy as I was over the past few months, and that's cool with me. Gigging in the winter without a car is kinda tricky. But songwriting? That I can do.
Poor Morty. Between the reno noise and the sound of my guitar, he's going to be one miserable bulldog.
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Oh, Internet!
It has been a while since I've been able to post. Apologies. So much has been going on.
On the small scale, my BH got this cute little table and chairs from our neighbour. It fits the space a lot better than the giant set we were using before. ADORABLE.
On the chubby scale, here's my awesome dog waking up from a nap. In a bandanna! ADORABLE.
Everything else?
I played at Ottawa's TEDx conference thanks to an invite from the charming Mr. Bob LeDrew. It was a great event to be part of. Also, there were martinis at the after party.
Most importantly, thanks to that gig, I got to play this guitar. Seriously a career highlight. It plays so nicely. As Jowi Taylor said, "Some people say it plays quietly, but it's made out of Louis Riel's schoolhouse, so what can you do?"
I'm certainly not complaining.
Another weekend highlight was getting to see one of my favourite authors, Brian Doyle, do a reading at Puzzles on Saturday. I got him to sign my ancient copy of Angel Square, which I think is from 1984. He reads the words exactly how I hear them in my head. It was a treat.
So many other things happened over the past few days, but I think this post would be a giant mess if I tried to fit it all in. I'm enjoying December so much, I can't even tell you.
I hear there's going to be a snow storm tomorrow night. Honestly? I CAN'T WAIT. I'll bring Morty out in the blizzard and we'll run around together. Might as well enjoy the snow before I start to hate it.
Of course it follows that after I make a post about how nice it is to be walking an hour a day, the universe opens up and dumps a crapload of snow on me. My walk home today was a bit disorienting - no clear sidewalks, crazy blowing snow, and even my darling goggles got fogged up. I did not enjoy it, for the first time in a while.
Oh well. Two more days, and the week is done. I can make it.
I'm pretty bad about posting pictures on this site. This isn't because I don't want to - I really enjoy having photos to illustrate a post. I'm just lazy. I upload my photos in high quality files that take ten million years to process through Blogger, and I sometimes don't want to wait before publishing. The easy thing to do would be to cut down the size of the pictures, which I did do before my laptop was hit with a virus that knocked out all the programs I set up. Now I'm just, uh, REALLY lazy (at least I'm honest).
Weird... Laziness seems to be the word of the day here on Sesame Street!
Anyway, I have a backlog of shots, so I'll put a few up as my apology to you for my absolute lack of drive.
It's so cute when Morty's teeth get caught outside his lips! He looks so bad-ass!
Actually, having a bulldog has made me way more confident around big aggressive-looking dudes when I'm out and about. Morty seems to sense evil and puts on his toughest glare right when I get nervous. He's the best sidekick EVER. Although I realize he's a big chicken in the house, I also wouldn't want to fuck with a medieval fighting dog who was bred to kill bears and crush leg bones with his jaw.
Well. That was a cheerful way to end this post.
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