My obsession with small living spaces continues, so this tiny, Tiffany blue trailer made my day. I wasn’t able to get a better picture as the door was open and I didn’t want the occupants to think I’m a creepy stalker.
Cookie dough that’s meant to be eaten raw! What more can I say to make this better? Cookie dough is one of the best things on the planet, so learning I can now indulge without making myself sick is truly a blessing.
Frankie the tortoise! She lives in the school library (along with three small frogs and an aquarium full of stick insects.) Normally, I favor fluffy, cuddly creatures, but there’s something about Frankie’s dinosaur-like demeanor that has won me over.
Heading back to work after the long, lazy summer has been…challenging.
I miss blogging, but haven’t had the energy (or any interesting experiences) to share. I went to yoga on Sunday to combat my malaise.
Yoga has magic properties that make me feel relaxed and healthy. I always leave the class feeling better than I did when I went in.
It was perfect until the woman next to me started grunting and cursing every time she found a pose challenging. Judging by her colourful language, she really struggled with the class.
Let’s just say, I didn’t get the calm, peaceful experience I craved.
Afterward, I went to Starbucks. It was a crisp sunny afternoon, so I sat outside to enjoy my coffee and unwind from the stressful yoga experience. I wanted quiet to regroup.
I hadn’t even started my muffin when an adolescent turned up.
“I remember you from elementary school,” he announced sitting down. “When I saw you, I had to come and say hi.”
I didn’t let on that I couldn’t recall him. (Although I worked at his school, I don’t think I taught him.) We chatted about his bike (he prefers riding it to video games!) and his recent transition to high school.
I didn’t get my solitary latte interlude, but I did get a sweet small town teacher moment. It felt good that a former student felt comfortable enough to stop and talk to me.
Work has been crazy busy this year, but maybe it’s worth it if I’m making positive connections with kids.
Getting back into the school routine has been…exhausting.
I’m taking a number of steps to promote well being.
I went to yoga on Sunday. Since I hadn’t been for a while, some of the poses were difficult. After this challenging class, I almost knocked the instructor over as I left the studio. It was a physical Freudian Slip.
Then I bought an assortment of vegetables to roast for quick weeknight dinners. I’m hoping to give myself a dose of energy and the healthy glow of a vegan.
As well as being delicious, the beets had the added benefit of turning everything they touched a glorious shade of pink.
Five observations from my recent Victoria adventure:
There are domesticated bee hives smack dab in the middle of the city! The Empress Hotel produces its own honey from bees in their lovely gardens.
It’s possible to gut a heritage building while leaving its impossibly thin exterior walls standing. For some reason, this fascinated me and I snapped a few photos every time I passed it.
Urban pigeons are quite aggressive when they see you enjoying a delicious, flakey Danish from Crust Bakery.
Even if you’re not especially into boats, you’ll see one you love in the Inner Harbour.
No matter how many times you do it, it’s no fun leaving your Boy at university. 😦
Victoria is a lovely city. I wandered around…and quickly became bored by shopping.
Something’s happened to me: I seem to have lost the shopping gene!
Since I didn’t want to blow the budget on retail therapy, I decided to cross an item off my bucket list–a martini at the Empress. I’ve never had a martini, but I’ve seen smooth operators like James Bond and Don Draper drink enough of them that I felt like an expert going in.
My martini was crisp and cold and smooth, and went down surprisingly quickly.
The waitress asked if I wanted another.
“I’m not sure,” I said, trying to look suave and sophisticated. “This was my first ever martini!”
Her eyes widened. “That’s three ounces of alcohol. If you have another one, you’ll be a mess!”
I thanked my wise, one martini waitress and gave her a big tip.
Later that afternoon, I had another learning experience: a martini is not a good lunch substitute, especially if you’ve skipped breakfast.
As I know from past experience, my shopping inhibitions fall away in the presence of alcohol.
The next morning when I woke up feeling buyer’s remorse (and a slight headache), I discovered the small, cutesy boutiques I frequented don’t offer cash refunds like the big chain stores.
Sigh. I either need to quit drinking or give up the recreational shopping.
This summer’s ended with more of a whimper than a bang, so I’m doing something fun before heading back to the daily grind.
I’ve booked a hotel and will stay over for a day of wandering and wine after I drop my Boy off for the fall term at university. He’s not thrilled we’ll be hitting the road at 6:30 AM, but I intend to maximize my time in the capital, so an early start is key.
I don’t want to forget anything in my short time there, so I’ve made a list of my favorite Victoria spots. Looking at my inventory (Bon Macaron Patisserie, Crust Bakery, Rogers’ Chocolate, Pagliacci’s Restaurant…) I’m shocked at how many of my faves are food-related.
Eating my way through downtown Victoria before meeting an old friend (and my Boy’s Godmother!) for dinner that evening will be a challenge.
Will I be up to the task? Hopefully, a “can do” attitude and an empty stomach will see me through.
There’ve been a few mornings lately when I notice the welcome mat by the basement door has been moved slightly during the night.
I push it back into place, assuming it was the neighbour’s cat, or some other harmless animal visitor.
This morning, after shifting the mat back where it belongs, I noticed something…
Someone (probably not the neighbour’s cat) had printed “HI” in chalk on the wall next to the door. It’s at eye level and wasn’t there last night when I let the dog out for her bedtime pee, so it wasn’t kids, unless they’re unnaturally tall and nocturnal.
Maybe I’m overreacting, but is this creepy, or what?