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We finally got our heaters working a while ago. It’s lovely. They make explosive gurgling noises and wake us up in the early morning.

I’m visiting Calgary for the first couple weeks of December, alone. I’m imagining an espresso-fueled bender of cat-cuddling, manga-reading, project-finishing, family-cherishing, Daniel-missing, lurk-revisiting, happy times.

I logged in to Facebook and a Haagen-Dazs advertisement confessed to me that Oprah’s secret to staying slim and beautiful is their acai berry ice cream. I do love Haagen-Dazs; it’s probable that their coffee ice cream is my favourite ice cream ever. Oh, I’ve gone to their website now and it looks like their acai berry product is a sorbet, which makes more sense. I like their proposed idea of eating their fleur de sel caramel ice cream after eating salty oysters by using their shells as spoons, maybe I should try this except with the mussels I’ve been tempted to try every time I’ve gone to the French Meadow Bakery for the past five months and then I will die with pleasure.

I like this jacket a lot and it could be very useful as a top coat to my Prairie Underground hoodie in San Francisco. The reviews sound solid. I found it because on my way out today I had an idea for a coat to crochet, and was researching materials including a transparent waterproof shell or something. It always happens that when I get an idea for a coat, I find a sweet one that’s more suitable to the environments we plan to live in in the future. (San Francisco, Vancouver.) I could still manifest the idea I have, which is a longish hooded trench pea coat in red, probably this yarn, with silk lining. Honestly, the combination of all three could probably do me through this ugly winter creeping in. … Hmm.

Something smells like a sheep here.

It’s funny, if I haven’t eaten anything in a while then my mouth starts tasting like cilantro. No complaints here.

It’s a Sigur Ros day, rainy and dark and cold.

It’s been a spell!

I never got around to announcing my approaching holiday to Canada to visit parents and friends, and when I got there I discovered that I had no idea what my WordPress password was; I had relied upon this computer to remember it. Then it was busy busy busy! between efforts towards house-cleaning, working, quitting my job and making investments in my artistry, which is what I will pledge myself to full-force during the lapse of employment. I do have my hopes set on another job, which I would probably like best at the low end of full-time. This job would be what I enjoy doing as someone’s employee: pumping out sdelicious espresso drinks all day long! And that was what the presence of an espresso machine fooled me into thinking this job would entail. Yesterday, I made one latte. And it was smooth and delightful and I fucked up the art on it but it looked intentional anyway. But I do like to make more than one a day.

I have been in a mood since watching a bit of the Illusionist at my parents’ house for stories of that complexity and time period. My last dream was something between I Capture the Castle and the Other Boleyn Girl set as usual in a distorted version of the house I grew up in: there were two princes and I was one of two princesses, but my sister was set up to marry the prince who was Daniel and I had a horrid gross prince for a fiance. He gave me a vibrator as a present. It was on when he did so and it went roaring around the floor. My parents were there, laughing hysterically. I just wept, and schemed of how to marry Daniel instead.

On Sunday’s flight back to the twin cities I ate a sandwich just before a very turbulent landing, and got so nauseated I had something of a 12-hour flu, all achy and feverish. Now I have a nice hacking cough, and the usual allergy symptoms here and there. We are approaching the dreadfully hot part of twin cities summer and I don’t know what I’m going to do about it, besides hound myself constantly about my water intake.

Visiting Calgary again was lovely as always, I always feel like I am waking up from a dream when I arrive there. Short visit though. But I got to see some people I hadn’t seen since before I moved, and unfortunately missed important other ones. But that’s how it goes. My old house is lovely in the summer, I spent a darn good amount of time on the patio or in the garden squeezing my cat and feeding him pea pods. I honestly try not to reflect on recently made memories from Calgary trips too much, not when I have to go to my job where I am miserable in an hour.

Doing my show rounds I discovered Joanna Newsom is to play a show on the day after Daniel’s birthday in Chicago. I did calculations despite the timely inconvenientness and it would be too expensive anyway. I would have paid in a heartbeat to see her play with Bjork there last fall if I had heard of it a bit sooner than after the fact, though! Although simply Ys with a full orchestra… well, I’m not going to think about it, but I know that there will come a time when she isn’t focusing on that anymore and I do hope I don’t miss it entirely.

We will be going to see the opening of The Dark Knight tonight.

Currently I am working on a blouse that was inspired in part by Bill Clinton’s would-be First Lady dress in the Onion, in part by current trends. :)