Saturday, November 15, 2008

On with the season!

A few days ago mother nature so gently nudged me into realizing it was in fact November in Edmonton, random snow falls and all:


At first I was down. And cold.

Then I remembered three things ... namely Puff:

Skipper:
and Rose:


About three Christmases ago I was downtown for an office Christmas dinner, but my fear of arriving late when I do not know how long it will take me to get someplace new left me with many minutes to spare before I was to run into anyone else. So I decided to engage in some window shopping. I had only enough money in my pocket for my meal that eve, so no treasures were to be coming home with me at all.

Then I sensed someone staring out from a shelving unit cluttered with some of most ghastly and tacky Christmas decorations imaginable. Six coal briquette eyes burrowing holes in me, begging me to release them from their low-rent neighbours:


The best I can do, I promised as I cuddled them in my arms before placing them carefully back in their unfortunate circumstance, is come back later in the week to set them free.

All the way back to the restaurant, Puff's pleading (yes, I had already named him by then) resonated in my head. Back on the restaurant's doorstep, my watch revealed 20 minutes remained before I was expected to appear at dinner. I knew it was a sign. That eve, dinner would be put on my credit card and I would be undertaking a festive rescue.

Welcome back out, my cheerily rotund friends. I just wish it was holiday season year-round.

Friday, November 7, 2008

A funny thing happened on the way home from errands this afternoon.

I fell in love with the work of a local (ish) artist. He does brazilian soapstone carvings of wildlife -- primarily of bears, but there are also various birds, bunnies and walruses.

Pictures of his work just do not do them justice, but he mixes realistic creations:
With whimsical presentations:


They are just exquisite and must be shared. (source: www.vancetheoret.com)

Of course, my last errand of the day was to pick up my baby. He's going to be 10 years old in April, and now he's just as shiny and perfect as new!



[If you can't tell, that's the fixed front fender of my RAV4. ] (source: a really messed up car owner)

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Serves me right...

This morning I washed my red bathrobe with my towels, some washcloths and a random assortment of socks ... and now all my laundry is pink.

And last night I was making popcorn in a hot air popper when a super-heated kernel jumped ship and lodged between my big toe and my second, uh, biggest toe. When frantic foot shaking proved fruitless, and before I could put down the dishes in my hand to dig it out, the kernel had actually burnt the skin between my toes -- and damn if the skin didn't blister by this morning. Because of a frickin popcorn kernel! I would have gone to the doctor today, but I refuse to be the reason why nurses titter in the hallways.

So the next time I have nothing of interest to report, I'm keeping my big trap shut.

(and yes, as mentioned by my anonymous commenter, a "freelance filmmaker" in Edmonton has been charged with killing a man, maybe or maybe not in order to fuel his own storytelling ability.

http://www.ctv.ca/servlet/ArticleNews/story/CTVNews/20081102/edmonton_suspect_081103/20081103?hub=CTVNewsAt11

Frankly, if a guy has to kill someone in order to figure out how to write a movie about killing someone, he does not possess the requisite creativity or imagination to be known as "a filmmaker", and I reject any supposition that such a designation is appropriate to this [accused] sociopathic murderer. I am, however, particularly amused at how the immediate outrage over this crime was whether or not the guy got government funding for his films. Yeah, my immediate outrage would have focussed primarily on the fact that the guy [allegedly], with malice of forethought, lured someone to a brutal and gruesome death. But that's just my openly admitted skewed view.)

Monday, November 3, 2008

I got nothing

I'm sure all of you who are hanging on my every word are scrambling for a hand-hold right about now. I got nothing. I woke up before noon on Sunday ... but just because of daylight savings time. I'm reading an Elizabeth I autobiography that I picked up for a story idea I have, only to find out that it is a real page turner and I can't put it down. I'm on pins and needles to see how it turns out. My apartment's pretty clean, with the exception of my bedroom. I think I'm genetically predisposed to have a pig-sty bedroom, and fear the biological repercussions if I ever actually cleaned it. Taking in my car tomorrow to be repaired. Yes, the body work business is obviously going like gangbusters in Edmonton because the earliest appointment I could get was about four months after I needed one. I got nothing.