Countdown No. 1

Just printed out the letter advising my landlady that I am vacating the cellar at the end of March. Now I have 60 days to find a halfway decent place above ground, near the Yonge subway line (within a 10-15 minute walk anyway) for $1000 or less. Think I can do it?

Look kids - Big Ben! Parliament!

I travelled over 5000 miles today, and the woman in front of me kept sniffling and snorting, which I hate - use a tissue for gawd's sake - and the baby three rows ahead of me cried and cried and cried and cried for pretty much the entire flight - so I'm just the tiniest bit worn out. The way you are, after such a journey. So I'm just posting these photos for now, without description. They should be worth a couple of thousand words any way.

Hop to it

I am supposed to be packing for my conference in Ottawa but I'm putting it off and posting pictures of cute bunny rabbits who live in the juniper bushes at work. Because I hate packing. Especially in June, when the weather can't decide to be cold or hot. How the hell am I supposed to pack for that? I've been bare-legged and short-skirted since the third week of May, and I'm freezing my tochas off. I've had to "dress up" with long-sleeved sweaters two Saturday nights in a row now - once for a Confirmation and once for a post-wedding hooha. It's June, goddammit! It's supposed to be strappy-sandals-and-gauzy dresses weather, and I'm wearing long sleeves and goosebumps.

OK, OK, I'll pack now. I'll guess I'll blog again when I get back. Oh, there will be an onsite "internet cafe" at the conference, but hello - it's a national conference of librarians. The only line-up that will rival that one is the line outside the ladies' room. I'll be in my mid-thirties before I get a chance to post (or pee).