Autumn, I just can’t get over you!
Thursday, I tweeted:
Everyone is out on my street like it’s summer. It kinda is. I kinda like it. Raking leaves in flip-flops.
Seriously. The neighbors — aka neighbours — were out bagging leaves in cropped pants and flip-flops, while kidlets ran trucks and diggers along the sidewalk. G-Man — the neighborhood anomaly — was putting up Christmas lights. He has an aversion to stringing lights when he can see his breath but can’t feel his fingers. The cropped-pant, flip-flopped, leaf-bagging neighbors were staring. Staring.
Wednesday, I was glued to CBC watching Justin P J Trudeau become our 23rd Prime Minister of Canada. Forget writing. Forget blogging, forget research, I was in my grey yoga pants, twirly-skirt nightgown, and navy hoodie munching REALFRUIT Gummies and watching history unfold. I was stylin’. Having toured Rideau Hall — the official residence of the Governor General of Canada — and its grounds myself, it was fun to watch events taking place in rooms that I had walked through. Keepin’ it real.
Killing me softly…
Six things I never told you… I hope.
~ I don’t do horror of any kind. Don’t watch it. Don’t read it. Don’t listen to it. That being said…
~ I have a thing for disaster movies, as in natural disasters, aka weather movies. The Day After Tomorrow (2004), Into the Storm (2014), 2012 (2009), Twister (1996). You get the picture. Last night I was snuggled up with G-Man and San Andreas (2015). All I know is I want Dwayne Johnson — The Rock — on my team if an epic tornami-avicane ever rolls through my neck of Canadaland. #TeamDwayne Just sayin’.
~ I like a Dijon-mayo blend for my hand-cut fries. Emphasis on the Dijon. In fact, I’m having a relationship with Dijon at the moment that borders on disturbing.
~ I find the biggest piles of leaves to crunch through and the biggest puddles to splash through when G-Pup takes me for a walk. I live for those FitBit moments.
~ Sometimes I eat lunch or dinner for breakfast. Soup. Sandwich. Pasta bowl. Baby gherkins.
~ Sometimes when I hear a gentle rain in the middle of the night, I will get up and rest my arms on the windowsill just so I can hear it better. Smell it. Dreamy.
Okay.
Your turn.
Here be Friday. Talk to me.
Ornamental cabbage has an ornament!
You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…
Elen
I was right there on Wednesday too. Gotta tip my hat to J.T. so real.
1st thing I’ve already told you about my movie interests.
2. Ketchup/mayo for me all the way, it’s a maritime thing.
3. Love me some baby gherkins be it breakfast, lunch, dinner, snack or just looking around in the fridge.
That’s all I have to say about that. Although you revealed 6 things I am curious, based on your last comment on my blog if among all your wonderful talents, can bilingualism be added to the puzzle that is Elen Grey?
P.S. People don’t stare at my husband, they just put their heads down and look away as fast as they can. He’s very crabby. ha,ha.
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Hahahaha. You make me laugh, Kellie! And don’t I wish on the bilingualism. No. I pulled my junior high school French out of my toes. We learned Parisian French in the U.S. I took German in high school for one year and remember even less of that. But we do what we can. 😀
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Ahhh how I envy your dry autumn! Here I sit, typing with one hand, having nearly amputated my left forefinger on Wednesday. But oh well, c’est la vie, right? As for your romance with Dijon, there is nothing disturbing about that at all! Have a glorious Friday and a lovely weekend. Wish me luck learning to wash my hair with one hand…
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Oh noes! on the finger. What were you doing? I bet if I hop on over to your blog I can find out. As for the hair washing, it’s a good team sport. I accidentally wrote “steam” sport. Should’ve left it. Speedy recovery!
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Once you read the post, you will see there is not much “steam” involved in my current bathing arrangements… More is the pity…
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Send that “summerish” weather our way please and thank you. I know winter is coming and one more blast of warm air would be nice before the big hunker down. I love the sound and smell of rain. I’ll crack the window open so I can better hear and smell it.
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Isn’t it heading your way from here? We are having unusually mild weather. I am girding for winter. Rain is the best. The best.
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It is, mostly. It’s 12 at the moment. Supposed to be sunny and 14 tomorrow. But Sunday, the high is only 5. Hot. Cold. Hot. Cold… The only think I like better than rain is running in the snow. The silence the snow creates is incredible.
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Dijon Mayo – that sounds pretty good. Thanks for the tip. fries in 3-2-1…….
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What’s the verdict? Did you love it? Not love it? I love the zing!
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