Quotes for 2005.

“For all evils there are two remedies – time and silence.” — Alexandre Dumas (The Count of Monte Cristo)

Buddhist definition of human suffering: clinging to that which changes.

“There are thoughts which are prayers. There are moments when, whatever the posture of the body, the soul is on its knees.” — Victor Hugo (Les Miserables)

“Only that which is absent can be imagined.” — Marcel Proust

“Drop the last year into the silent limbo of the past. Let it go, for it was imperfect, and thank God that it can go.” — Brooks Atkinson

“Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates.” — Mark Twain (Life on the Mississippi)

“martha was a good pirate and an even better cat and she will be missed.” — fan of Abbie

So. In 2006, I am going to be a pirate. A good one. And I don’t need God’s or anyone else’s permission. 🙂



For breakfast this morning I had a bagel and two cups of black coffee, then headed off to the gym. I am home, showered, and very hungry. While I was in the shower it occurred to me that I had Montreal goodness for lunch, and I got really excited. I just shoved a mustard-daubed slice of smoked meat in my mouth, and chased it with a chunk of kosher dill and bite of sesame seed bagel.

Welcome bliss.


All the other kids are doing it…

Long live the blatantly obvious!

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Imitating life.

Today when Sherry and I were at Chapters hunting down Jay Ingram’s book (prior to seeing him lecture next week), I noticed this book on the bottom shelf – a book central to one of the puzzles on Qwyzzle.

I think there was another puzzle-related noticing I had the other day, too (don’t remember what).

Kind of a strange moment. Like being on the trail of a mystery… 🙂

Wine Snobbery.

When I was between walks at the HS this afternoon, I was in the kitchen to wash my hands and reload on poop bags and treats. Two of the women who work there were also in the kitchen, discussing wine.

One of the women mentioned she’d discovered this one kind, which was fruity. “Boonies”, she believed it was called, and “boy, does it go down easy”. Far as I know, she was referring to Boone’s Farm wine, which comes from Michigan, one of the US’s premier wine growing regions… (Yes, I have been known to drink Wild Vines, but THAT’S DIFFERENT.)

Then another one of the girls was saying how she’d been to the LCBO the day before to pick up her New Year’s stock, and had gotten a bottle of wine for her parents. A German wine, whose name she couldn’t quite wrap her memory (or mouth) around. I helped: Liebfraumilch. (Blue Nun, anyone?) It was either that or a bottle of Black Tower, you see. Oy vey.

Clearly, I should have saved the money from the wine course and just gone to the LCBO with either of these women… 🙂

Reflection. And urine.

I started pondering my Year In Review, things I’ve learned, etc. Except it all seemed rather depressing and “been there, done that”. Yeah, it was a helluva year, but I am actually starting to feel over it. I can see past the bad stuff and appreciate the good. The “yeah, but…” Mostly the good has to do with people. Evolving and improving friendships and relationship. (Yes, Andrew included.) I’ve met some cool people this year who I never would have met had the changes that occurred not happened. I also met some people who turned out to be a complete waste of time, but hey, it happens. I have a very strong, grounded sense now of “I can handle it”, it being… whatever. It’s a nice feeling. Doesn’t mean I want calamity to show up, just so I can prove my own mettle to myself, but still.

Anyway, there’s some mental meandering for you, and in place of my Year in Review I offer this wisdom from the Humane Society, which I observed today: When you have a vagina, attempting to mark territory is neither easy, nor elegant. Especially if you have long Doberman legs. Heh.

It’s not a resolution.

I went to the gym this morning. Haven’t been in ages. Haven’t been much all year. Not that I wasn’t getting exercise… I took it relatively easy. Did my stretches (man, that felt good), 15 minutes on the elliptical, then a couple of slow minutes on the elliptical to cool down a bit, then some upper body weights. Weights are the area where it’s most obvious how long it’s been since I’ve worked out with any regularity. And even when I was working out more, I was off weights for a while. Just no motivation, and I needed the endorphins of hard cardio. No matter, I can still hoist nearly 70lbs of bulldog off the floor. 🙂 Anyway, it’s December 29th, so I don’t feel cheese-o-riffic for going back after January 1st. Should be able to fit in another visit tomorrow. This afternoon should be fun, seeing as there is a possibility of walking a) Baloo, b) Barney and Gordie, and c) doing my HS shift. Arms? Who needs arms?

Currently I am roasting garlic for dinner (it smells SO GOOD), soaking dishes, drinking blood orange tea (I < heart > Andrew’s Tea Lady), and will shortly collect the garbage and recycling, empty the compost bucket, and either embark on my Christmas book or have a nap. Oh! And I finally remembered why I needed to go to the store: I ran out of sockmonkey stuffing last night, so I have a lot of flaccid and almost-finished appendages.