The word of the day was snow
. Lots and lots of snow. Around mid-morning it looked as if it might be stopping, but no, it was just getting its second wind.
It was really a terrific day. Partly because I felt good: after feeling tired and aching for a good part of the week, I felt good today, and with good energy. I proved that I could get up at 7, do yoga and meditate, shower and dress, make a meant-and-vegetable breakfast, and still get to work for 9 a.m. The work I was doing today at the CCA went smoothly - or at least, it went well for a while, until the photocopier died. Several people asked if I'd killed it. Not on purpose! Honest!
So I felt I could have a great lunch with gamergrrl
at Migo, which we'd never been to before. Korean food. Ever since she went to Seoul she's loved japchae, and ever since she introduced me to japchae, I've loved it, too. So we both had japchae appetizers and I followed that with squid tempura; for desert, the waitress brought us, for interest's sake, a lovely cold, sweet ginger-cinnamon tea.
Yeah, I'd go back there anytime.
Luckily I went back to the CCA because there was more work for me to do - very good news. And the person who hired me for this job told me he was telling everyone else that they could hire me to do the jobs they really didn't have time time, which I thought was quite wonderful - meaning that he felt I did a good job with his work. Not only that, but he had me writing and organizing documents, not just printing and copying them.
So by the time I left work it was still snowing hard, but I wanted to get a panda calendar, so I walked down to Prospero Books and got one - and cause they were on sale for half price, I got a Zen calendar, because it was beautiful and I loved it, and I think I should have a Zen calendar because it suits me.
There were no buses. Sometimes that happens when it snows heavily: the buses just sort of disappeared. The only one which came by, adding insult to snub, said Out of Service
, so I started to walk south on Bank Street just for the heck of it. Or the exercise. Or the challenge.
When I got to McLeod Street, I dropped in to Alliance Française just to see if there was a classe B-14
for me tomorrow. I didn't think the chances were great: they needed two more students to register after Tuesday. I guess they did, because the class is on the schedule. So I have another French class after all, just when I'd given up hope. And the $400 refund I would have got if it were cancelled would have been nice, but I was still disappointed... and happy now. And a little guilty because I haven't been studying much.
So tomorrow I have to head out at something like 7:30 a.m. in the snow for three hours of hard work in a language class. Why on earth do I think this is fun? Am I crazy?
...Anyway, there I was, all cheered up knowing I had a French class tomorrow, when my bus came by. When I got to my stop, it was just about dusk, and so pretty with all the fresh snow that I put down my groceries and my calendars and my cane - which I'd brought with me in case it was slippery, but it wasn't - and took some photos. All photos here are of the street I live on.
( The Glebe at dusk... )