Tears...

No tears in the writer, no tears in the reader. - Robert Frost, 1874 - 1963

John Barrowman in Concert...

Just to say I love this picture:

Tuesday...

• I was already thinking of John Barrowman today, because of the nice photo I posted earlier. This evening when I went to buy some veggies at the local grocery store, I heard his voice: the supermarket background music was his Can You Feel the Love Tonight. I haven't heard any of his songs in public places before. It made me feel all warm and fuzzy.
  
  
• Today was the day we were supposed to have a double French test. I studied, yes, really I did. Then when I got to the class, I had a case of brain collapse. Total blank. That sometimes happens with tests. When it does, all I need to do is ignore it; my conscious brain can go on strike, curled up in a little ball somewhere, and my subconscious can write an exam worth an A all on its own. (Yes, how do you think I got through university?)
  
  So the tests were handed out, and I thought, Yikes. Even my redoubtable subsconscious felt a little challenged. The compréhension écrite section of the exam seemed to be full of topics we haven't covered and vocabulary that seemed totally unfamiliar. Where were the words about using eBay and going to flea markets? This was about a review of a movie about Molière.
  
  After we'd been writing for ten minutes or so, someone came to the door and spoke to the teacher. She then apologized to us: there's been a mix-up (and she hadn't realized) - this was the test for the next level, for the next part of the textbook that we hadn't got to yet. So she took back the tests (good riddance) and we did other things. Saved by the bell, so to speak.
  
  We'll have the other part of the test next class.
  
  
• It was another cold day, but nice for walking. I went out by the canal to leave the Little Feathered Guys' leftover birdseed for the wild birds. I took two photos.
  
  ( Rollerblading along the Rideau Canal. )
  
  
  ( The Canal begins to freeze over. )