headed out this morning with crusty juggler for another day of shoppingery and hilarity: the morning was, so far, the coldest of the year - -38ºC with windchill, if i recall correctly, and i was just a tiny bit apprehensive when i set out. alas and alack, the day, utterly devoid of the slightest bit of moisture was glorious: the air was crisp and slightly shocking on the lungs, but gods above, i do love me a dry cold. for those of you who find the idea of -38ºC shocking, please believe me when i say that this morning was far far more pleasant than the soggy humid mess of a weather we had last week at -4ºC. there is a way one can bundle against a dry -38ºC that is impossible with a soggy -4ºC. if you've never experienced a glorious sparkling dry cold winter, you must take it on faith. please do, because once i scraped the frost off the car and stomped the snow off my boots, i felt filled with the kind of joy only a perfect day can bring. when crusty juggler joined me she said she knew i'd be in a good mood precisely because the mercury had finally dropped. she does know me well, that one.
we had another fabulous day of shoppingery - clothings, food things, drink things and other things. after i dropped her off i had to make two trips to bring all my purchases into the house. alas, i made a rather elementary mistake of putting a plastic jug of milk in the same bag as not one but two saws* which resulted in milk spillage. word to the wise - a saw and a plastic jug do not mix well. at my advanced age, i should have seen that coming.
later in the afternoon, i met my past summer student co-worker for drinks at my new favourite edmonton watering hole where the drinks ain't cheap but they sure is good, and where the cheese is plentiful and rich. we ate, drank and partook of the cheese, and lo, it was good.
once home again, i began baking - an extra spicy gingerbread (2 loaves) and many lots of earl grey shortbread cookies are cooling as i write and almond crescents are readying in the fridge while i listen to the signal and write.
tomorrow beckons with a visit to the acupuncturist and more cookery and baking and crafts with crusty and her man. life, my darlings, is such a blessed thing. i feel much compassion for the crying beast i was in the months before - gladness at being here and now is a glorious understatement. it's cold. tomorrow it'll snow. life - a multi-faceted thing that sparkles when the light hits it just right, and it's hitting it right these days!
*crusty juggler had a problem with her christmas tree. i don't judge, i just lend saws.