That entrance to the mall must disguise the entrance to the Twilight Zone or Bermuda Triangle. First, Abe Lincoln on a trike, now a mall security SUV with flashing lights and a beefy security guard hot on the trail of evildoers ( Read more... )

Abe Lincoln is alive and well. He just passed me in the parking lot riding a giant tricycle. The hat may have been wrong, but the beard and the lanky form were right. And he rode his giant tricycle in a way that screamed "I'm about to do some good ( Read more... )

Went outside with people. Wore a necklace. Would have felt like a scarlet woman if not for the protection provided by the hot rubber raincoat. Oh, far less strange sounding that. Well done.

Meant to go to the post office but didn't. Meant to do the laundry but didn't.

This has nothing to do with any of that, but I expect I'll be spending a ( Read more... )

Joining the BC Library Association. Future job prospects!

Walking to the mall. It may rain on me. I don't care.

Vacuuming. Clean, fluffy carpets.

Finishing one of the many books I started over my Christmas vacation. Haven't picked up a book since. Bad librarian!

Watch Doctor Who. Naturally ( Read more... )

No. 2.

( The Cottonwood )

I remembered what I dislike so much about the great outdoors: it has all those other people out there in it. People trying to back over you in their 4x4, people trying to run over you with their keg, people trying to nudge you out of the way with their shopping carts ( Read more... )