2005-06-26, 11:06 PM — linking gone horribly wrong
Okay, apparently one of my links in the entry below actually points to a Hitler head. Unfortunately, I can't tell which one it is, because they all work fine for me. Anyone care to share which one it is so I can fix it? There's everlasting props to you if you do...
2005-06-25, 09:40 AM — walk list
Meant to post this a day or two ago. Out back of our apartment is a lovely little trail that runs along a (rather mucky, but still pretty) little creek. Despite the fact that we're in the middle of a mid-sized city, the wildlife to be found back there is quite wonderful. On one twenty-minute walk I saw: * a red-spotted purple butterfly, my first of the year and absolutely gorgeous * a white-breasted nuthatch * several adolescent ducks in various stages of getting their adult plumage * young robins just learning how to fly * young song sparrows learning how to sing * grey catbirds, one of my favourites * cardinals * chickadees * spring azures * and one of my favourites for the whole day, ebony jewelwing damsels
It's a good place to live, I think. There's always something new.
2005-06-16, 10:59 PM — a sense of place
I grow attached to places. I've noticed this over the years. As much as I love to hate St. Catharines, for example... well, I love to hate it. It's now a special place in my book, because I've lived there.
Same with Hamilton, although I just love to love it. It's the city that everyone else seems to love to hate.
Which is why I have a hard time understanding how people can just pick up and leave and know they'll never be back to stay. Take my brother, for example. He lived in a fantastic city in France for four months... and then he left. I'm not sure how people can do that. I would always feel a little torn, and a little surprised that I wasn't going home.
Going back to St. Cs for the convocation was just that sort of weird. it was weird to take the wrong turn-off, and weird to go back to the BeachHouse and know I wasn't staying. It was really weird to see my old apartment.
I just grow to love places really easily, and they all take on characters of their own in my head. I can imagine my room in the BeachHouse missing me... and in some ways I miss it. A lot of really important things happened in that room, and it's always going to stick in my head, I think.