It is most definitely a blustery day today. Seattle is almost too beautiful in the fall, with all the 1920s red brick buildings, and the tree-lined streets (you know the old, awesome oaks with roots that push up and crack the sidewalk?) and the hills, and the wind ( Read more... )

Today I made a pumpkin pie, and then walked to Swedish Medical surrounded by the fall leaves and wearing my cute, short, tan trenchcoat ( Read more... )

i eat cheese all day long!

mmmm......so kraft-eesy

A few minutes ago, I got to the laundry room about 15 seconds before another man in my building walked in. There is only one washer, and I had just put my load in. He made some sad kind of sighing sounds, which I could only take to mean he was disappointed that I beat him to the punch. I failed to notice, or, really, care ( Read more... )

I wish I had a bicycle to ride today. The sky is right for coasting down big hills in your safest softest jeans and finding ways to be even more exhilarating. The feeling of being willing to go anywhere, do anything, for someone never fades, maybe. It's a truth that rings louder in the fall, when careless summer skin finally collides with layers of ( Read more... )

My mum and sister are coming to visit today! It feels like Christmas, because they come bearing gifts. It's just my old stuff that has been held hostage in Canadia, but it's exciting nonetheless. They are staying for church on Sunday, too, which is very cool. I like for the people I love to meet ( Read more... )

Today I am having ( Read more... )

I finally mailed my US Immigration forms today. It felt fantastic. I kind of wanted to do a little Broadway-style song-and-dance number as I dropped it in the mailbox. It was a happy and joyous occasion, but not nearly so frabjous* as the day I get my freakin' Green Card. Best believe there will be some serious jazz hands on that day ( Read more... )

There are so few novels based in the Lower Mainland of BC. I am reading one of the few that are,'Hey Nostradamus!', right now and it's making me homesick for a place where people know how to pronounce 'Agassiz'. And 'homesick' really isn't in my repetoire. The author, Douglas Coupland, just describes everything so perfectly, and I never thought I ( Read more... )

Usually the sounds of the city don't keep me up. I tend to find the reassurance of life outside my walls comforting and conducive to sleep ( Read more... )