Birthday first (today):

I slept late! Of course, it helps that it was a Sunday, and I didn't sleep too late - the cats insisted on being fed. So I fed them and then myself. I'd bought some lovely fresh organic eggs at the farmers' market yesterday, and fried up a couple of them, over easy, had that and some raspberries - also from the farmers' ( Read more... )

My summer housemate has returned to the bosom of her family in Brooklyn, at least until she returns to the University in September. I let her leave her bike in a storage area of our basement. Mira was actually quite a good housemate: quiet, clean, friendly but not intrusive, smart, and, according to Lilith, gives good tummy rubs ( Read more... )

Came home to find a package from Hové Parfumeur, a completely marvelous shop on Royal Street. My older sister had ordered some bath & body oils for me, in magnolia and honeysuckle scents. Oh, yum.

I don't think I mentioned the wonderful book my other sister sent me. It's a book about surimono, a genre of Japanese print whose circulation was ( Read more... )

While my car was having its oil changed, I went to the Green City Market. I hadn't been there since last summer, and they have grown! I got golden beets, tomatoes, raspberries, tiny fingerling potatoes, green beans and flowers (ranunculus). After dropping the car back home, I went downtown for Brian Asawa's recital, which was excellent! He did ( Read more... )

A package arrived from Stacy today, a belated birthday present, containing two books. One is Bad Press: the Worst Critical Reviews Ever!, edited by Laura Ward. Here are a few samples. "The last part of it is the dirtiest, most indecent, most obscene thing ever written. Yes it is, Frieda . . . it is filthy. (D.H. Lawrence on James Joyce' ( Read more... )