November 22, 2006
Raise a glass for everyone
The unexciting thing is that our household is a bit ill, but we have to pretend we aren’t because there is too much to be done (and one of us has to go to work afterall). And that the next few weeks are coming on like an onslaught and I don’t feel well enough to ward them off. And that Homeland Security is now consulting with Horatio “Trigger Happy” Caine, but that actually is sort of funny. We like to keep track of how long it takes for an episode of CSI Miami to go off the rails. Last night it clocked in at about eleven minutes.
The exciting thing is that I got a haircut and I love it, and it is very short. And that Stuart’s birthday is on Thursday, so naturally I’ve got cake baking ahead of me. That my much adored PK is in town this weekend and we’ve got a lunch date Saturday. And that we’re just days away from it being appropriate to start playing Do They Know It’s Christmas. And most of all, that come New Years, we’ll have a Kate!
November 9, 2006
Away away away
I just booked our tickets to England for June. We’re staying just a week and our trip is confined to The North (we’ll get to London next time I suppose) but I am thrilled and so excited. It promises to be an absolutely wonderful week of friends and family (and Bronwyn’s wedding). After a year and a half of immigration limbo and Stu being unable to leave the country, it feels awfully good to be free!
November 2, 2006
Today
When a shite piece of prose grows legs, and Stuart’s eggs show signs of imminent chickenhood. And there’s Japanese curry for dinner. Cheers all around then.
November 1, 2006
Trick or Treat?
Trick-or-treating was a smash! Highlights were various princesses and tigers who were too little to walk, and the boy in the noose who was “an emo kid”. Lowlights were the various boys in baggy pants who were “rappers”, and me asking another boy in baggy pants (an old biddy voice), “Are you a rapper too?” except he was a soccer player.
October 31, 2006
Landed!
Today Stuart became a permanent resident of Canada! Here is a photo of my beloved, looking a little goofy. Congratulations to him.
October 24, 2006
Dinner tonight
Tonight, I am commemorating the Hungarian Revolution by cooking a Hungarian meal for Stu, Curtis and Erin. Menu as follows: Cucumber Salad with Sour Cream (Tejfeles uborkasalata), Chicken Paprikas (Csirkepaprikas) with potato dumplings and Hungarian Apple Strudel (Almasetes) for dessert. Like most of my culinary escapades, if it’s good it will be very very good, and if it’s bad it will be horrible.
Quandary of the day: how did a package sent via surface mail by Stuart’s Mum and Dad in the Northwest of England posted on Friday October 20th appear in our mailbox on Monday October 23? The postal system has much in common with my culinary escapades, but is all the more capricious.
October 22, 2006
Mochi sick
I thought Leah McLaren used her platform for good this week. On orgies of prizes. And the Hungarian Revolution is all over the news.
This weekend has been quiet and rainy, and I’ve been working all day since I woke up this morn. None of this bodes well for an interesting summation, but we did have sushi yesterday and it was delicious. Afterwards, we went to the Korean grocery store and got meron pan, Japanese curry and so much mochi we made ourselves sick. Friday night our basement neighbour woke us up at 4:30 screaming and crying. I could tell you more, but it only gets duller. Such is life, at the mo.
October 17, 2006
The Great Pumpkin Shortage
I am the worst wife. Last night I heard a teaser from the CTV eleven o’clock news about a pumpkin shortage, and well, naturally I panicked. I told Stuart to get out to the shops first thing this morning and secure us a pumpkin; that there would probably be mass hysteria and he’d have to fight for his gourd. Brave noble man that he is, he set out this morning in the pouring rain to fetch us our punkin. However it seems that The Great Pumpkin Shortage is actually the plight of our American friends and Canadian patches are fine. I feel bad for sending Stu into the rain for nowt, and I will never trust Lloyd Robertson again.
October 13, 2006
Freaky
Got a terrible case of the lurgy; we’ve had snowstorms already and last night the power was out for six hours, so we went out to Mexitaco at Bloor and Shaw, which was fun, and then we came home and I had to read by candlelight, re-rereading actually- Away by Jane Urquhart (pour l’ecole).
Ne pas pour l’ecole, I just finished reading Blue Angel by Francine Prose, and it was incredible. Written in third-person, Prose gives an illusion of objectivity that duped me at times, and once I realized I’d been taken in, I felt sort of dirty. The narrative voice was an absolute feat, but moreover the book was funny, smart and twisted, and the writing workshop was priceless. The satire was complicated and many-edged, and left me feeling uneasy, which, coming from a bundle of paper, is a powerful impact.
