Here Comes The Sun

A little wishful thinking on this rainy Thursday...

Northside Farmer's Market: the non-review

So Palmer and I managed to get ourselves to the Northside Farmer's Market this morning, and it was cold and rainy, and frankly, I had no patience for taking pictures or noting exactly what vendors were there.

I *do* know that I was able to use my Quest card to purchase tokens which I exchanged with vendors for food items. I picked up a bag of really nice (well washed) spinach, two bags of rhubarb, a few nice hot house tomatoes, some delicious italian sesame seed cookies (which were, apparently, my Mother's Day gift to myself, as I ate them all), and some green onions.

I used the tomatoes and spinach for M Day brunch, and I'm looking forward to making a crumb topped rhubarb pie tomorrow.

At some point later in the season I'll do a proper post with pictures and more of a rundown of what's available at the market. Today there were a lot of gorgeous flowers available, but I'm just not shopping for plants at the moment.

One nice touch were colourful paper bags with "Happy Mother's Day" stamped on them and little pansie plants inside, free for the taking. So I have one plant to try and keep alive. Wish me luck.

I can't stand the rain

I'm a little ashamed to admit this is the first time I have heard the original version of this song. I know it best from The Commitments.

But it gave me the shivers. I need to brush up on my R&B. Seriously.

The Dulcinea is Dead

Long Live The Dulcinea!

Yep, Spring time is just around the corner, literally, I feel it licking at me. Unpleasantly. I find the riot of light in spring has a deleterious effect onmy ability to deal with both the inner and outer world.

But after the first rage of LIGHT and GREEN there is a calm, when trees have leaved and birds bred, and I can peek my head up from under the layers of winter hermitage and be a part of the outside world again.

The shades remain drawn, but the windows are open, and the air...the air is SO SWEET. Workmen across the street (one who peppers each sentence with 'fuck' as other people might say 'um') are intermittently making a great deal of noise, and then seeming to disappear, suddenly.

The melancholy Netflix selections (Human Nature, Winter Passing) are just perfect for my not-quite-ready-for-the-world mood today.

I'm trying out new philosophies, ways of thinking of myself my life. "Each day it's own day" is what just occurred to me. Yesterday does not have to be today, and today is not yesterday.

The Dulcinea is Dead, Long Live The Dulcinea!

Soon to be a picture post

Yes, soon, this spot will be held by a picture post. My new camera reveals that I am still very much a ham, still love taking self-portraits proving this, and still, IMHO, am totally cute.

So happy Christmas is over, looking forward to New Years Eve (is it New Year's Eve or the way I wrote it first?).

Today I'm pleasantly tired, gently hungover, and grateful that my car did not spin around in circles just now, in the slippery snow.

Ah, winter. Ah, beer (I so am thinking "hair of the dog", but my son has a friend over and I think that would just be wrong...).

So once I get my camera working and pics downloaded, I'll post some pics! Hooray for self-absorption!

A hot bath

The weather has turned cold, and I'm saving up for something good so I haven't yet turned on my heat. The apartment is a surprising 70 degrees, which I'm happy about, considering it's 34 with a 27 degree wind chill outside.

I remain adamant about not being quite ready for the weather.

The one nice thing the cold brings back are long hot soaks in the tub, which is where I'm headed momentarily. I'm hoping the hot water will have a soporific effect and I'll be able to sleep closer to 8 hours (my favourite amount of sleep is 9 hours a night, but I haven't pulled that off in a long time) than I have in the past couple of weeks.

UPDATE: I got nearly 7 hours! Maybe I can do it again tonight...