It’s starting, the closing down of that big room outside the door, where we can walk and sit and play from May to November. Today, mild but windy, wet, and grey turning to sun. But snow predicted. Got out boots and winter coats today. I think I’m ready.
Thursday was Hallowe’en; after the class at U of T I met Ken to see a movie, both of us gladly escaping candy, costumes, and merriment. We saw Jojo Rabbit, which in fact brought us a great deal of merriment. Any film that can turn Hitler into a figure of hilarious ridicule wins in my books. We both had a really good time seeing this thoughtful comedy with a dark underbelly and wonderful child actors. Then we had dinner and gossiped, and by the time I got home, the madness was nearly over. This ‘hood goes crazy; the people up the street have giant inflated pumpkins and spiders and neon skulls and a fog machine and an electronic witch who cackles and a vulture in the trees … I just can’t get over that we’re trying to cut back on plastic, but Hallowe’en has now become a competition to see how much crappy plastic shit you can shovel into your front yard. My neighbour scattered about a collection of severed bloody legs I’m hoping will vanish soon.
Ooo. As Ken says, I know I’m getting old and crabby. Me too. But it was a success across town – maybe the lousy weather meant people gave even more to the brave kids who were out.
Friday, crabbier than ever – first the electricians in to fix something relatively minor which took all morning and $300, then the minute they left the plumber, ditto, $275, while I was online with a CNFC conference call. Didn’t get outside all day. Gretchen came to watch Bill Maher; she was bearing her divine chocolate chip cookies, and now I have to beg her not to bake, because these are lethal. Bill Maher was crabby too.
Anna’s partner Thomas’s sister is temporarily homeless, so Anna is providing shelter for her and her many children into the near future. Again, my daughter leaves me mute with admiration. It’s called putting your time and effort and love where your mouth is. Her speciality.
Here, today’s laugh:
The gardenia Wayson gave me usually shuts down when it comes inside – but no, it’s blooming. He’s around, keeping an eye on things.
The last bouquet of the year – Japanese maples in their glory
And yet life stirs in those tiny tendrils. I’ve forgotten what this plant is. But it’s happy.