Adieu, February. In no particular order.
Taking this and all future birthdays as a vacation day—this
is the best decision, so far
Indulging in an enormous Cake & Loaf hazelnut éclair and
having no guilt about it
A stranger speaks in an urban coffee-shop
Family Day spent with family
The Anger in Ernest
and Ernestine at Soulpepper Theatre
Embracing winter tomatoes
A gift of Dillon’s gin
Revisiting Bleu—the French
windows
Amateur mixologists
Sighting of one neighbour-the rest remain in
hibernation
A Winter’s Tale at
Coal Mine Theatre~conversing with strangers in a cramped lobby
The stamina to sit through a trial and listen to how your
husband was probably shot at close range; his bone fragments vacuumed up out of
the incinerator for you
15-degree temperatures
Karl Nordstrom
News of AbFab reaches us
Salvaged meatballs at the bottom of the soup pot—an enormous
coup
Bulbous whales
Susan Coyne’s Kingfisher
Days
Aberdeen Tavern luncheon
Tequila in the afternoon
Barns in winter light
Oysters
Cemeteries in winter light
…rotting plush of the rose bush... BP Kelly
Harald Sohlberg
Worn granite
Festoon
“Are you recording this conversation?”
Brock’s blanket
Plant therapy
Cuttlefish
Red
Mr. Turner--what of the house-keeper?
Michael Winter’s Minister
Without Porfolio~rooting for a fictional orange horse—willing it to bust
out of that horse trailer
Spiced-chocolate pots & fresh cream
Crack of good chocolate
Molly Johnson with Mr. Botos at the piano
Spicy yellow-beet soup
Tank glassworks
Re-Reading bookstore
The farce that is the Primaries
