Lisa: "I know it's true! I read it on a restaurant placemat"--The Simpsons
Puitak and Gordon came over and brought lunch.
Drove down to the lakeshore with the parents. (I don't usually accompany them.)
Dinner was the rest of the Chinese food.
"All kinds."
--The Narrow Margin
"You make me sick to my stomach!"
"Well, not in my sink."
--ibid.
I feel like I'm getting a cold.
Dinner was the rest of the fettucine.
Saw the DVD of Richard Fleischer's train thriller The Narrow Margin. That was quite a twist! (They should have taken a plane.)
"Angels are naked."
--La Boheme
Went to a Classical Music Meetup at a fancy townhouse on Sheppard Avenue. (I took the bus east from Downsview station.) We saw a Blu-Ray DVD of a production of Puccini's La Boheme by Madrid's Teatro Real, and had a big-screen set to see it on! Laura Giordano was a gorgeous Musetta!
Dinner was lobster rolls.
Went to bed early.
Dreamed of finding an underground civilization with a lower level of development and causing a civil war there; checking different TV channels around midnight Saturday; Dvorak's "Songs My Mother Taught Me"; Moira learning the Armenian language. [She knows German and Russian.]
Went to a Games Meetup at the Ryerson student centre. The weather was so hot that I wasn't up to bringing my own games, as I usually do. I only stayed for one game: a new one called Samurai.
On the way home, I picked up a new Japanese-English dictionary at Indigo Books.
Dinner was Chinese food.
Went to a Karaoke Meetup at Bar Plus. I only sang three songs. (My energy level wasn't high today.)
Headache.
We sold some of our used books in a yard sale, and made almost $100.
Dreamed of movies that were in release in the summer of 1987, like Full Metal Jacket.
Baked whole wheat bread.
I've moved all three of my cities in the computer game Glory of Rome from Moesia to Dalmatia in hope of being "farmed" less. Now my alliance has a central city to concentrate resources and reinforcements.
Dinner was an Indian buffet at the Regency Restaurant in Little India with the Social Anxiety Meetup.
I've misplaced my Japanese-English dictionary so I guess I'll have to buy a new one. (Oh well, the old one was in pieces.)
Dreamed of a thriller like Body Heat but with an even more complicated plot.
Went to see my shrink Dr. Hassan. Once again I got Father to drive me to the St. Clair subway station to make sure I'd be on time, but once again the doctor was a long while getting around to me anway. (When will I learn?)
In the computer game The Kings of Camelot three of my five cities now have a full twelve Level 10 wildernesses, leaving me to focus on raiding barbarian camps near them. And I've just figured out that for that purpose I may as well have archers alone.
Dinner was fettucine alfredo (which I cooked).
"It looks like a place where they'd film a Miss Marple"--ibid.
Dreamed of trying to explain Tom Swiftie jokes to Moira; mentioning that Elmore Leonard never uses adverbs (which is true).
Moira and I went to see Michael Winterbottom's The Trip at the Cumberland, with Steve Coogan and Rob Brydon improvising their way through a tour of inns in northern England. Lots of funny impersonations! (Too bad that the cinema's air conditioning made me sleepy.)
Dinner was salmon.
Went to a Classical Music Meetup at the Mad Bean Cafe. The letter was U and the subject was uncompleted works.
Dreamed of griping that my Ph.D. thesis supervisor couldn't direct traffic! (Was that fair?)
Had lunch at the Mandarin with the Movie Meetup group. The others saw the Woody Allen movie Paris After Midnight afterward, but it didn't start till 15:30 so I didn't stay.
Back home I tried to watch a DVD of Lenny Bruce's last filmed performance, but I dozed off.
Dinner was lasagna.
Saw the DVD of the first two episodes of the 1978 TV series Edward & Mrs. Simpson (for the third time). IMHO abdicating the Throne was the best thing Edward VIII ever did for the United Kingdom!
Dreamed of living in a huge house with a big library; a Harry Potter story in which Ron gave his life for Harry and Harry took Ron's form to keep the bad guys confused; the Marx Brothers movie The Cocoanuts.
Saw the DVD of the Mystery Science Theatre 3000 version of The Indestructible Man (for the second time).
Dinner was frozen pizza.
Saw the cinemacast of the Metropolitan Opera production of Verdi's Il Trovatore at the Sheppard Grande. My main interest, of course, was Dmitri Hvorotvsky's Count di Luna!
"Sometimes I feel like I'm slightly retarded in the mouth"--Weeds
The Coro Verdi performed the summer mass at the Church of the Holy Redeemer. (John George drove me there.)
Brian, a fellow Coro Verdi member, told me how he'd had an operation where they stopped his heart for a few minutes. (Some electrical dysfunction in his heart was causing his body to retain too much water.) He had an out-of-body experience where he saw his hometown Montreal, his late father and his late dog!
In the afternoon I napped till dinner time.
Dinner was corn on the cob.
Slept with the windows open. [Nowadays I do that every summer.]
Dreamed of the front yard of our old home in Sackville, N.B., being covered with a layer of ice thick enough to skate on.
Went to the new Projection Booth cinema in the East End and saw some cartoons. (The place was so empty that they didn't charge admission!) I saw some Ub Iwerks fairy tale cartoons; some Famous Studios cartoons with characters like Little Audrey and Herman the mouse; and the CTV cartoons of The Nightingale and The Velveteen Rabbit; but no Warner Brothers. Their upcoming documentaries look interesting.
Afterward I walked east to the Little India street festival.
Dinner was spaghetti.
I've dreamed more than once of going to a new cinema, and today I actually did it!
"Just because you've been a slutty, irresponsible slutty slut..."--Weeds
Went to an Asperger's Meetup. We met at the Tim Horton's east of the Bloor-Yonge station.
Baked rye bread.
Went shopping.
Dinner was stir-fry.
Saw the DVD The Golden Age of British Comedy, with sketches from the 1940s through the 1960s.
I read about the new Projection Booth cinema and on their webpage found a link to the Silent Toronto blog, a fascinating read about Toronto's deceased cinema palaces.
Dreamed of a British ad promoting disaster response by government, narrated with a Welsh accent; water flowing out of a manhole.
Dinner was beef stroganoff.
Went to a Coro Verdi rehearsal for Sunday's mass.
Dreamed of uncovering a large penis unconnected to anything.
Visited Dr. Ang. (My CT scan turned out negative.)
I had such a long wait for the doctor that I was late for dinner, which was chicken curry.
"I make dresses for women who really wear them!"--Valentino
Dreamed of being about to get on a cruise ship in Moncton, where we'd suffer amnesia and be given new identities; playing a Farmville-like computer game where one area turned out to produce poisonous food.
Dinner was Swiss Chalet takeout rotisserie.
Went to a screening of the fashion documentary Valentino: The Last Emperor at Studio 561 near Bathurst station, as part of an Art Meetup. (Jeanne Beker, of the fashion show FTV, appeared briefly.)
Afterward I went to Book City and bought some books that were priced to clear. (We might resell them at a profit...)
Dreamed of an actual line in the children's book The Travels of Babar: "Real war is not a joke."
Neisau's right: that Hotshot game is addictive!
John and Kathrine came over for dinner, which was pizza. (I burnt my mouth again!)
Went to Nepeta's games event at the Fox and Fiddle near St. Clair station. I played The Amazeing Labyrinth, Settlers of Catan (which I won!) and the Monopoly-based card game Deal, which I didn't quite figure out.
I was a long time getting home because the Salsa on St. Clair street festival had queered up the St. Clair Avenue transport.
This weekend is the noisy nearby Salsa on St. Clair Festival, so the parents and I visited Brampton to escape the noise. (We were going to see the play Cat on a Hot Tin Roof at Niagara on the Lake, but Father wasn't up to driving that far!)
We went to Downey's Farm Store in Caledon, picked some raspberries (too few were ripe) and bought some strawberries in the store.
We ate at the original Mandarin Restaurant in Brampton. That place is huge!
After we got home, I strolled around Salsa on St. Clair.
Dreamed of an obituary of Peanuts cartoonist Charles M. Schulz.
Baked multigrain bread.
Dinner was salmon.
Went on an art walk in Yorkville. One of the galleries we went to had an exhibit of Picasso etchings. (Many of them have already sold for huge prices!)
Dreamed of the true story of frontiersman Tom Horn; living on the moon; a Chinese man sitting next to me giving my arm a nasty pinch for no reason; returning to earth with its blue skies, and singing the Al Jolson song "Blue Skies."
Dreamed of the Barcarolle in Offenbach's Tales of Hoffmann; strawberry shortcake.
Dinner was sausage and mashed potatoes.
Went to a Classical Music Meetup at the North York Centre library. The director of the Toronto Summer Music talked about this year's romantic theme.
I've just quit the online game Frontierville again. (My new interest is a game called Hot Shots.)
Saw a DVD of Redd Foxx and Groucho Mark doing one-man shows.
Went shopping.
Dinner was pork chops.
Went to the Open Minds Cafe Meetup. Unfortunately, it was combined with a Live Your Dream Meetup and the latter dominated things. (I had nothing to contribute.)
Dreamed about the Petula Clark song "Downtown" (which I sometimes sing at karaoke); wondering why the past is so close; the Warren Beatty movie Heaven Can Wait; the TV series B.J. and the Bear (which I never watched); trying to pick up a load of wire for BJ (who was a trucker) but not being sure which kind.
Dinner was lasagna.
Went to an Introvert Meetup. We walked through the Don Valley to the brick works. (The organizer had a pair of very frisky spaniels.)
Homer: "Taking stupid risks is what makes life worth living!"--The Simpsons
Dinner was steak.
Went to a karaoke event organized by Anthony Ng at Twister Karaoke. (It was a birthday party for another Anthony.)
Headache.
Dreamed of our old house in Sackville, N.B., being in Nazi-occupied Russia near smouldering ruins still hot; a new rival subway system in London (with a commercial sponsor for each station).
Baked cheese bread.
Went to an Aspie Meetup at Harbourfront. (Big Canada Day crowds!) Tonia brought her King Charles dog Scrappy.
Dinner was Burger King.
Dinner was pizza.
Went on a Queen Street art walk. We visited BYOB (a "cocktail emporium") and Artscape Gallery, and spoke to artists Morley Shayuk and Michael Toke. Someone bought us soup from Ravi Soups, but I didn't have any.
Father and I got up early, drove to Whittamore Farm and picked some strawberries. (I also bought some Jonagold apples at their store.) The weather was unusually cool.
After we got home, I went back to bed for over three hours.
Dinner was sausages.
My choir performed Nabucco for the second time. (This time the family came. Father drove Mother home during the intermission because she had a cramp.) Giuseppe said the opera group might perform Norma or A Masked Ball next year.
I'll soon be taking another break from the online game Frontierville. (And I'm not sure about Kingdoms of Camelot and Glory of Rome.)
(sarcastically) "No, she's a mermaid."
--Young and Innocent
Dreamed of wanting to play an arcade video game where you're a caveman attacking a mammoth; looking through a big pile of change but failing to find a quarter.
Finally bought my new Metropass. (They didn't mail them this month because of the postal strike.)
Dinner was more pork chops. (Moira also made some risotto with onions and barley, but I can't stand onions.)
Saw the DVD of Alfred Hitchcock's Young and Innocent (for the second time). It's one of his early British movies, a well-written romantic comedy-mystery. My favourite scene is the one with the suspicious aunt.
Dreamed of the James Bond movie You Only Live Twice.
Went to Toronto East General Hospital and got a CT scan. They injected me with a dye and I felt a bit dizzy afterward.
Dinner was pork chops
Coro Verdi had one more rehearsal before our final show. (I considered skipping it, but decided my head was clear enough.) Just before we started there was a brief delay when a fire alarm went off: we all went out to the front of the building and saw a fire engine arrive, but it was a false alarm.
John George usually gives me a lift to the subway, but we ended early and his wife hadn't yet brought their car. Instead Giovanni gave me a lift to St. Clair Avenue. When I mentioned that I'm 49, Giovanni was really surprised, and said I look twenty years younger!
Dreamed of a non-existent film of animated toys made back in the 19th century; trying to figure out who owned a legendary Los Angeles cinema.
Went to a Games Meetup at the Yellow Griffin. I played Fireball Island (which I won, to my surprise) and Ticket to Ride (which I also won).
Dinner was salmon.
Dreamed of a British family that spent part of their time in London and part out in the country.
Dinner was McDonald's.
Went to Karaoke Meetup at Barplus. I sang Simple Minds' "Don't You Forget About Me" for the first time.
Dreamed of recalling how when I was a kid I couldn't deal with the pain from going to the dentist, and ended up not going for ten years.
I weakened and ended up playing the new Facebook game Empires and Allies.
Started reading Daniel Boorstin's The Creators, a history of the arts.
Dinner was lobster rolls.
We performed the first of the two Nabucco concerts. (Just before showtime I felt a bit sleepy.) The audience was pretty enthusiastic.
"Fucking is fucking, but music--that's personal!"--Treme
"Some of the fights worth fighting are ones you know you're going to lose"--ibid.
With the water main fixed, our water pressure is now stronger than before. (The bathtub fills up quicker.)
Baked whole wheat bread.
Finished the Lapham's Quarterly work issue.
Dinner was chicken with apple juice and mushrooms, from a recipe Moira made from a book about running (which included champion runners' favourite recipes).
Moira caught up with me and we saw the last two episodes of Treme together. Can't wait for the next season! (The flashback from just before Katrina was a bit confusing.)
Went shopping.
Dinner was spaghetti.
The choir dress-rehearsed Nabucco. (Carrie substituted for Sinead.) I must say we sound rather good now.
"You're famous!"
"I'm noticed. There's a difference."
--Treme
Today the water did get turned off for a few hours. The water main people are now finished.
Dinner was KFC.
Went to a seminar at the Water Company office on Eglinton east of Mt. Pleasant. (They have a Meetup group.)
Yesterday Donald came over for dinner and we had Indian food.
Stayed up even later than usual following a Huffington Post forum about "under God" in the Pledge of Allegiance. (One of my posts was "One nation under the Mighty Thor!")
Dreamed of the 1982 movie 48 Hours; a slapstick movie scene where someone was carrying a load of bees and they escaped into a crowd!
The water main people arrived today. (Water service hasn't been interrupted yet.)
Dinner was McDonald's.
Choir practice was at the Villa Colombo today. It's Giuseppe's birthday and someone brought a cake!
Brunnhilde (to Wotan): "Who am I if not your will?"--ibid.
"I dated your sister for three months."
"She says you were a total asshole!"
"Yeah, I can see why she'd say that."
--Treme
Saw the cinemacast of the Met production of Wagner's Die Walkure at the Sheppard Grande. Another excellent Robert Lepage production: over four hours long (plus intermissions), but it didn't seem protracted. As Brunnhilde, Deborah Voight was youthful as a bobby-soxer!
Dinner was the rest of the fettucine.
"Nice to see you too."
--Treme
"I was married to a musician. Ain't no possible way you're going to make that shit right!"--ibid.
"It's N.P.R. They get it. The "N" is for nuance"--ibid.
Dreamed of a non-existent Brazilian movie titled Cinque Oras. ("Cinco horas" is Portuguese for "five hours," "cinque ore" is the Italian.)
Dinner was sausage and mash.
Finally planted the potatoes. (Some of the onion sprouts are already visible!)
I've started a new Facebook game called Hero City. (It's like Cityville, but with rather kid-sized superheroes.)
Saw the DVD of the first episode of the New Orleans ensemble series Treme. Very promising! (It rhymes with the soap brand Camay.)
Biff: "I've always made a point of not wasting my life, and every time I come back here, I know that all I've done is to waste my life"--Death of a Salesman
I was a long time getting to sleep again. (Didn't wake up till about 14:00!)
Dreamed of doing an acting exercise where I played Stalin on his deathbed; telling my shrink about it.
The pipe workers were going to come to our house today, but got delayed by a leak in the water main.
Dinner was fettucine alfredo.
We couldn't find any seed potatoes, so I'm going to plant regular spuds.
Went to a Toronto Social Group Meetup at Scallywag's. We had a Scrabble tournament, with everyone playing three games. In the first game my first letters included both blanks, so I used up all seven letters and got the 50-point bonus on my first move! I owned the first game, finished last in the second, and narrowly won the third.
Wrote a customer review of Stephen E. Ambrose's To America at amazon.com . I didn't think much of it. [Ambrose let his patriotism cloud his judgement...]
Dreamed of the song "Cockles and Mussels."
Father and I went to Scotiabank again for more financial business.
Dinner was chicken curry.
Went to the Games Meetup at 401 Games for the first time in a while. I played the U.S. version of Powergrid for the first time, and finished last. (I know what my big mistake was...)
Michael Caine: "With an old bank account."
--Pulp
"His name was Di Nuccio. That was the nicest thing about him"--ibid.
Dreamed of travelling across Canada with John; taking the train to Gaspe, then proceeding on foot; seeing a horse as large as a camel; actress Jayne Mansfield.
John and Kathrine came over and bought dinner, but it was vegan again.
Went to a party at Boccone's for the volunteers who'd worked on the St. Paul's NDP campaign. (The provincial election is coming soon.)
Afterward I ate a Wendy's hamburger and it immediately disagreed with me. (Serves me right!)
Saw the DVD of Mike Hodges' Pulp. It's a witty film noir spoof, with Michael Caine and Mickey Rooney in fine form.
Baked rye bread.
They're going to change our water pipes soon, so Father and I cleared space in the basement. There was a bag of cement that had gone hard in the damp, but when I brought it upstairs and put it down, it split into pieces. (Dust galore!)
Dinner was sausages and quinoa.
At choir practice we rehearsed Nabucco from start to finish, including the soloists' numbers. (Paradoxically, it seemed shorter.) I flirted with Carmen, asking what music she was playing in the car on the way here.
Dreamed of meeting Desiree McGraw, whom I knew at my Goodenough College stay in London in 1995.
In the morning I went on a Walking Meetup in the Forest Hill area.
Because I'd woken up early, I napped after getting back home.
Dinner was beef stroganoff.
Saw Steven Spielberg's Jaws (for the second time) at the Underground. It's best to ignore the fact that a real shark does not lurk around a beach waiting for hunters to chase him. Quint does a lot for the movie: Robert Shaw plays him with just the right degree of ham. If they were making it today, they'd show the shark a lot more and it wouldn't be as good.
Went shopping.
Dinner was pork steak.
Moira and I got most of the seeds planted. (Only the potatoes are left.)
Saw the DVD of Raoul Walsh's They Drive by Night (for the second time). It's a realistic Warner Brothers trucking melodrama, which happily costars Humphrey Bogart. The second half, with Ida Lupino as the boss' dangerous wife, got pretty silly.
Saw Dion Conflict's Trailer Trash show (for the second time) at the Underground.
Dreamed of the song of the William Butler Yeats poem "Down by the Sally Gardens."
Visited my shrink Dr. Hassan.
I'm ready to start planting the garden, but just don't have the energy!
Dinner was spaghetti.
Saw the DVD of the TV play Bang the Drum Slowly. Compared to the movie, it did more with less.
The city turned off our water for a short time in the evening because they're replacing the ancient pipes that connect us to the water main.
Dreamed of the children's book Heidi; an episode of the comic strip Alley Oop with a cameo appearance by characters from other comic strips (including the Phantom) concerned about Oop's fate; getting teary-eyed.
I now have a fifth Kingdoms of Camelot city, which I called Sandby.
Got my hair cut, then went to the Tim Horton's doughnut shop near St. Patrick station and met some of the people in the Aspergers Meetup group.
Dinner was chicken curry.
Saw the DVD of Rod Serling's TV play Requiem for a Heavyweight (the version with Jack Palance).
Dreamed of writing a test that asked how I'd organize a protest against car dependency for maximum impact; wanting to write that I'd stage the protests near places with high traffic, but writing erratically, skipping to different pages of the test paper, changing pens and crossing out many words; driving in southwestern Ontario and seeing an explosion that seemed to be an A-bomb but turned out to be a space shuttle launch; stopping in a town called Jughead; gathering large piles of leaves.
Baked multigrain bread.
We went to Fiesta Gardens and bought some more seeds.
Dinner was stir-fry (using the leftover pork).
Moira and I bought some more seeds at Canadian Tire, near St. Clair & Keele. (She wants to plant kale this year, and we finally found some kale seeds.)
Saw the DVD of the first episode of the Kevin Brownlow series D.W. Griffiths: Father of Film.
Dreamed of trying to explain the cleverness of the script for the murder mystery The Last of Sheila.
Father and I walked to the nearby No Frills and bought some seeds for the garden.
Finished the ditch, and started evening the garden surface with the hoe.
Dinner was McDonald's.
At choir practice Giuseppe was saying that we should sculpt our words, and that even when you throw your chisel it'll leave a mark!
Dreamed of the Bergman movie Fanny and Alexander (which I have seen).
Went to a Games Meetup at Jeffrey's townhouse. I played 7 Wonders, Incan Gold and a new game called Betrayal at House on the Hill. The last is a game where we're all exploring a haunted house and after a while someone goes insane and tries to kill the others with some supernatural help. I managed to kill the traitor because I was the one with a spear and a suit of armor.
Dinner was stir-fry.
Saw the DVD of the first episodes of 500 Nations, a documentary series about North American Indians.
Then I saw the DVD of the uneven Concert for Bangladesh. Goodness knows it isn't as fun as Monterey Pop or Woodstock, but Billy Preston has a show-stopping number. (And you can't get too much of Ravi Shankar...)
"The boat is here now."
--Shame
Dreamed of being called on to join a high school play at the last minute; riding a bicycle without a safety chain and with only one brake around the streets of my hometown Sackville, N.B.; opening a bag of jelly beans.
Yesterday Father and I went to Scotiabank and I got an interest cheque they'd failed to send me.
I've been redigging the ditch around the garden.
Finished the DVD documentary series Monarchy. (Moira missed half the episodes because she can only watch for a while in the early evening before getting sleepy.)
Dinner was shrimp curry.
Saw the DVD of Ingmar Bergman's Shame. A curious meditation on the debasement of humanity in wartime, it feels pretty real.
Baked raisin bread.
Went shopping. (We bought ice for the hot weather.)
Dinner was KFC.
Started the work issue of Lapham's Quarterly.
We had an extra choir rehearsal for Sunday's concert.
Dreamed of a non-existent Australian movie about a family leaving on an airplane, a story retold with the adults played by children, then by pet animals.
Finished the book Empires of the World.
Dinner was spaghetti (which I cooked).
Finally finished forking the garden. (Rainy weather delayed me.)
Dreamed of being introduced to scuba diving in the Pacific Ocean; walking on a semi-outdoor trail south of Amherst, N.S.; waking up in a car driving eastward on the Trans-Canada Highway in western New Brunswick toward dawn.
Dinner was pork steak.
At choir practice we went through all of Nabucco.
Dreamed of a squadron of cavalry horses on the Titanic.
Went to a Games Meetup at the Yellow Griffin. I played Guillotine and Seven Wonders. (Still can't figure Seven Wonders out...)
Dinner was sausage and mashed potatoes.
Open Doors Toronto weekend! I visited the St. James Cathedral bell tower (I was hoping to meet some of the Classical Music Meetup people, but didn't); the King Edward Hotel's unrestored but historic top-floor ballroom; Hotel Victoria; the Church of the Holy Trinity (I walked along the nearby Trinity Square maze); and the Gilbert Studio (where I saw a darkroom demonstration).
Dinner was the rest of the Chinese food.
We started looking at the DVD of David Starkey's documentary Monarchy, about the kings of England. The first disc wouldn't play, so we started with the second. (It's sixteen hours long, and it's due back at the library in a week.)
Went to a Karaoke Meetup at TKO's, near Coxwell Station. I sang "Hold Me Now" and "Sway."
Dreamed of showering in the back yard of my old home in Sackville, N.B. through a hole in the garden hose; the cuff on my pants getting undone; visiting a junior high school locker room; looking off a cliff to some nearby islands that turned out to be a lot closer than I thought.
Sent an email to Henson Trust Associates inquiring about propert arrangements before applying to the Ontario Disability Supports Program.
Dinner was Chinese food.
Went to the Trash Palace's latest classroom film show. Their longest film was a 1979 evangelical production Cult Explosion. I won a free DVD of classroom films in a raffle. At the end they said the Trash Palace in its current form is ending after this summer.
Went shopping.
Dinner was roast chicken.
Saw the Vietnam War documentary Sir No Sir! (for the second time) on DVD.
The Huffington Post has a new Canadian section! They were interviewing Arianna Huffington on CBC Newsworld.
Headache!
At choir practice last night we did the Nabucco finale. (I was going to compliment Carmen on how well-dressed she was, but didn't get the chance to speak to her.)
Suffered cramps in both my legs when I woke up in the morning. (Maybe it resulted from a sleeping pill.)
Dreamed of a non-existent 1950s movie with Laurence Olivier and Grace Kelly; beggars approaching us for food at my old home in Sackville, N.B.; reflecting on the strange feelings caused by changes in life, where even old things seem new.
Started forking the garden.
Dinner was salmon.
Saw a DVD documentary about Marco Polo.
