Of bridges and such
Lately I've been looking at the pictures I've been taking on the Blackberry and it has hit me how much being with Jin has affected me. Instead of goofy pics, now I have borrrring snoozers of bridges and textures blah blah stuff that only architects like to look at. For shame, Melissa....
See? ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzz! Two weekends ago we hit a park so that Jin could check out Henderson Waves, a pedestrian bridge that connects Mount Faber Park together with.... some other parks I forget which.
Always mugging for the camera...
...but it's too damn sunny to pretend I'm smiling open eyed for long
Just as well I wasn't wearing a skirt on these stairs, else I'd be giving Jin cheap thrills.
For whatever silly reason, we chose to go at 1pm, ensuring that I turned about 5 shades darker and almost shriveled into a raisin-like entity. The brutal heat aside (and I know it might be hard for the Edmontonians to imagine in November), it was a pretty nice walk, a break from walking around air-conditioned malls certainly. Well, almost, as at the end of our walk we hit Ikea, and I never enjoyed A/C as much as I did that hour. With enough trips to Ikea, our house is now a home, and Jin loves my newest purchase to feed his OCD cleanliness - a Dustbuster (or the unbranded version we can find in SG). Sadly it's not as high-powered as we'd like, but it's been immeasurably useful in picking up dead ant carcasses (mmm!) as well as hide the fact that I shed so damn much. There's even one mystery that I've been dustbusting... balls of tan-colored dog hair have been mysteriously rolling into our kitchen like tumbleweeds. Huh.
It's been a rather quiet month otherwise, J's big four-oh just passed this last weekend, but it was spent the way he likes it best, in a low-key manner. A friend offered to cook up some steak (W, I now consider us even for helping to set you up with P so long ago), and I brought some cake and wine, just a lovely evening all around without needing to pretend we were enjoying ourselves at a noisy club with horrible jugs of watered-down cran-vodka (Zouk, I'm looking at YOU).
It'll be my turn at the end of the month to celebrate another year gone by, savour the childless years while I am able, n'est pas? That being said, I'm hoping to spend it in a civil manner, and not like in this pic, for which I have no recollection taking, somehow appearing on my phone:
