Life has been peaceful and quiet lately. Some plays last week, and no plans two weekends in a row. I've been doing lots of little errands, doing some fall-cleaning, and spending lots of time with Dallas. Of course it's never enough time to actually please her, demanding creature she is...
I have four books in progress- on my nightstand alone! I have been reading like crazy- spending half of my weekends doing that, and most of my evenings. I was going to make a bookworm analogy, but the visual creeped me out. Anyway- I've upgraded to Blogger 2.0, so I've retitled my blog, and added a list of what I'm reading currently. This I promise to update extremely sporadically.
So as a fully fledged adult, I now own a suitcase. I have always borrowed before, when the need arose- (and I did try that, actually), but I caved in yesterday. I went down to the Here-Before-Christ, and ambled up and down 6 levels of store. Wow. Vancouverites must be rich. I saw $4-6,000 dining room tables (not sets!), and an assortment of mausoleum type, heavier-than-you furnishings. Not only do you shell out more for this clumsily large museum-type furniture, but you also get to drape your home in this year's cultural appropriation motif- Hinduism. It felt nice to come home to my chair, futon and bookshelves. I'd add lamp- but I gave it away before I moved.
As I was saying- I bought a suitcase. Upon bringing it home, I discovered a dire need to be in it. So I now have a whole series of suit-case photos, inspired perhaps by some impish travel god of the past. Dallas watched in dumb amazement as I reset the camera timer, and zipped back for yet another contorted suitcase pose. No- those will not be shared here... this is a public blog!
So- long-time readers of this blog will know that for various, irrational and purely childish reasons, I have always had a thing about learning French, hearing about French, and that at in the number one spot on any list of "I'd-nevers" would be going to France. Well, I am going to France. Dammit. It's like the universe will not tolerate any of my ill-conceived prejudices, and will systematically work me free of them. Driving home yesterday, I heard this violinist on the CBC going on and on and ON about the El Camino trail. The universe, I tell you.
Work demands that I go (there is an office there), so soon I will be posting glorious photos of incredible architecture, works of great culture, and either me whining about how I must live there or die, or pretending to be completely unaffected by it all. Since I suspect the former, I tell you now, so you can prep your glee for the impending downfall.
On a brighter note- at the end of my time there, I will be stopping in Toronto, driving to Guelph, and seeing my beautiful Kate. If there was any scenario where one could wish away their time in Paris, it would take Kate to make that happen. We get almost 4 days together over Thanksgiving, and we will spend most of it in London, where my family is, and where two beautiful women are getting hitched. (umm, not us...). Oh, and Jen Brown, you had BETTER be there- I haven't heard confirmation of this yet, now that I think about it.
Ahem. So yes, that is the what and the where it's all taking me lately. It will be awful leaving Dallas (i seriously already had a nightmare about it), but she will at least be with two dogs she knows. Think calm thoughts, Von... Aagh. Why did I type that, now I'm upset.
Time to sign off, and go assault the dog with an onslaught of mysterious pre-guilty attention.
