So before I moved here, I thought that living in a larger city with more to do would make me get out more. Having lived here for 8.5 months now, I’ve learned that my habits don’t change like that without conscious effort on my part — I still enjoy spending an evening alone sometimes. Tonight it was a few hours of gardening, in part because the morning glories should have been transplanted ages ago and were all tangled up in each other, and then preparation for our barbeque here (rhubarb pie, sangria, putting new charcoal into the barbeque, miscellaneous yard work, and preparing a mix of vanilla ice cream and mango purée to freeze overnight). I also watched ‘Melinda and Melinda’, which was interesting (and not just because yet another movie was made solely about one of Wallace Shawn’s dinner conversations). Woody Allen doesn’t get as much recognition as he deserves.
In other news, I picked up a hot air popcorn popper, a hand-cranked egg beater, and the first pie server I have ever owned, for a total of $4, at a neighbourhood garage sale (actually, a community centre gym sale) today. I am becoming further domesticated, and still enjoying it, apparently.
PS: If you’re reading this and haven’t yet heard from me, consider yourself welcome to attend the barbeque
tomorrowthis evening. I’ve invited people for six o’clock; email me if you need directions.