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