sounds like the people upstairs are teaching their dog to bark to "carmen"
at first i couldn't quite make out the tune, then suddenly something in the rhythm triggered it, despite the melody lacking tune.
the woman and the dog who live upstairs are doing a rendition of carmen's famous aria
the baby was crying, but luckily the opera and some seriously weird drumming on the floor seem to have soothed it.
edmonton's summer is long gone now, and autumn finds me finished work with the urban farmer for the year, and i am discovering all the things that happen around the desert castle during the day.
as september came to a close, i was anxiously transplanting my coleus and other tender planty friends into the house. the frosts came, and as i gathered all the green tomatoes from my vines i thought of all the husis whose gardens had flourished, whose tomatoes had gotten too much heat, and who had been enjoying tending their soil as much as i had.
while i pulled on my long johns under my jeans and swaddled myself in wool before going out to work for the day, i thought of the texans, sweltering after the hurricane with no electricity to turn their fans.
i have been plotting my future.
i am moving back to toronto.
i have decided to take the train. riding via's 'canadian' from vancouver to toronto is one of those especially grand trips, like taking the orient express from paris to istanbul. i am at this point unlikely to make it the whole way, but edmonton to toronto is still a vast swath of canadian landscape.
i am madly in love with ni.
i am going to be joining him in his toronto burrow soon.
the birds are flocking. they are ready for their migrations.
i feel less ready. though the leaving this town feeling is getting urgent. on friday i saw a big white pickup truck that said "cowboy up!" across it's back window and had a huge pair of testicles. it's not enough anymore to hang balls off your trailer hitch, seems they have to have bigger ones then the next truck now.
i would really like to spend more time on the west coast. the brief days i was there were amazing. i'd like to see more husis in person!
we shall see what these next few weeks hold. hopefully more time for writing. diaries and letters, poems and emails are all waiting to be poured out into text.
thinking of you fondly,
misslake
the woman and the dog who live upstairs are doing a rendition of carmen's famous aria
the baby was crying, but luckily the opera and some seriously weird drumming on the floor seem to have soothed it.
edmonton's summer is long gone now, and autumn finds me finished work with the urban farmer for the year, and i am discovering all the things that happen around the desert castle during the day.
as september came to a close, i was anxiously transplanting my coleus and other tender planty friends into the house. the frosts came, and as i gathered all the green tomatoes from my vines i thought of all the husis whose gardens had flourished, whose tomatoes had gotten too much heat, and who had been enjoying tending their soil as much as i had.
while i pulled on my long johns under my jeans and swaddled myself in wool before going out to work for the day, i thought of the texans, sweltering after the hurricane with no electricity to turn their fans.
i have been plotting my future.
i am moving back to toronto.
i have decided to take the train. riding via's 'canadian' from vancouver to toronto is one of those especially grand trips, like taking the orient express from paris to istanbul. i am at this point unlikely to make it the whole way, but edmonton to toronto is still a vast swath of canadian landscape.
i am madly in love with ni.
i am going to be joining him in his toronto burrow soon.
the birds are flocking. they are ready for their migrations.
i feel less ready. though the leaving this town feeling is getting urgent. on friday i saw a big white pickup truck that said "cowboy up!" across it's back window and had a huge pair of testicles. it's not enough anymore to hang balls off your trailer hitch, seems they have to have bigger ones then the next truck now.
i would really like to spend more time on the west coast. the brief days i was there were amazing. i'd like to see more husis in person!
we shall see what these next few weeks hold. hopefully more time for writing. diaries and letters, poems and emails are all waiting to be poured out into text.
thinking of you fondly,
misslake
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