Dreamed of reading a children's memoir written by a woman who as a girl had survived the 1917 Halifax Explosion while her father was away fighting in World War I; realizing that it was a dream, and wanting to make it into a story of my own.
Went out and got a new pair of shoes for spring. I also bought some American money for our Washington, D.C. visit.
Dinner was pork chops.
At the Common Room we learned each other's favourite colour. (Mine is black.) We also played memory games in which we each wrote down something that made us scream (I wrote "carpenter's thumb") and something that made us throw up (I wrote "Britney Spears"). The Geneva Centre will be moving to near the Greenwood subway station this spring.
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