October 14, 2005

Dreamed of walking along Moncton's main street in August; passing a store displaying coffins; feeling my mouth full of phlegm and wanting to go outdoors to expectorate; the song "Down Among the Sheltering Palms" and its lines 

"How my love is burning, burning, burning,

How my heart is yearning, yearning, yearning..."

Dinner was more turkey pie.

Got a start on spading the garden.

Saw Harold Lloyd's silent comedy The Kid Brother at the Cinematheque.  It's a skilful slapstick romance.  There's a great scene where he climbs a tree and the camera keeps climbing with him!