Mr. Pooder is back from an extended visit in Prince Albert with my parents. Today we drove around and ran some errands with Iceage playing our soundtrack. First walk at Furdale in a few weeks. The entire place smelt, tasted, felt like skunk. Beautiful day-sun blue sky white clouds. But the olfactory senses took a beating. Mine that is. Pooder found several certain diametres of snow to roll around in...once enclosed in the truck it became obvious he had managed to acquire some of the stink....
Watched the
Life of Pi last night. Visually stunning but the book told the story better. Excited to start reading
The Occult Establishment by James Webb. Having trouble finishing
The Cocktail Party by Eliot. I wish Wilde had written it.
Can you spot the bird? Typical--I was entreating this fellow to hold still a moment, meanwhile one of his buddies landed on a branch a foot from my head and started chirping me.
Don't think I'll ever tire of the skies around Furdale--always large and elliptically pleasing.
And finally, to the city. Petrol, lottery ticket, a box of clothes to char-i-dee. Then home for pasta and Lusine IcI.
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