I took out my bike, too small and deflated, but anyway I felt all better immediately.

Bikes should be prescribed by doctors.

Sap into Syrup

HBD

It's my mom's birthday and I love her very much and she's the prettiest and she's great.

Come in and get comfortable.

My apartment is small, almost tiny. This cat covers up ugly switches. It cost a dollar at the place that is only open on Fridays in Guelph. I liked that place alright. These are my keys to various things, arranged in different groupings to suit different activities. I have my "just going for a jog" keys and then my "going to be out of the house all day, so who knows" keys. Other stuff sometimes hangs here too.

This is my hall wall. I doodle here and here is where I display my ever-growing collection of brown shoes in various shades. This is also where I keep a plate with change, bobby pins, cards, and, currently, this is also where I house my special diminishing pile of pear candies from the Wooly. This picture was taken using the mirror. When I write on the chalkboard, I write backwards, so that when I'm sitting eating dinner my message appears the right way around. I am very good at doing this now.

This is my new bed. I found it on craigslist and I like it very much. What I like most about it is how much it cost. It didn't cost much. A man I found on craigslist helped me get the bed from point a, to point b. I'd highly recommend this fellow to anyone in the Vancouver area. We both like craigslist because "we become our own middlemen". I made that bunting when I got bored and I listened to "This American Life" while I did so. I like it okay. It's pretty subtle.

This is also my new bed.

This is this corner. Here is where I display my rocks, books, knitting and crocheting stuffs, and my new piece of contemporary art: "Towel" by Stephen Wicks.

Here's that corner again. I have yet to stick the eyes on that little owl. Waiting for the right buttons. My friend Steven (with a "v") purchased 100 tea lights from ikea for me, which is about 400 burning hours. Here you can see a small percentage of those candles. Above my shelves is a photograph of my papa, the best guy. My brother took this photo of him in his office. There is also an old mushroom on this shelf, all the way from France, and a lamp given to me, or perhaps lent, from Mr. Silversides. The lamp gets too hot and makes bulbs burn out faster. I'm careful with it and so I like it anyhow. The mushroom is cute but it looks scatological, which is why, I figure, my best friend chose it for me.

I have a lot of stripes and even more florals. This is just the way these things go sometimes.

better out of context

Take a Gander

This summer, by the speed river, sitting, probably eating sweating cheese, maybe drinking wine, probably playing dominoes. We were watching the geese.

In the summer, as you might very well imagine, geese have baby geese, goslings.

We counted the goslings while they toddled and swam along. Our counts varied so we counted again. A lone stray gosling was hollering out in goose-speak to its mother goose, who was somewhat oblivious, it seemed. The little gosling drifted further away.

This tragic scene played before us, and I can only imagine that, nevertheless, I won the game of dominoes.

I love you tube.