In here life is beautiful… The girls are beautiful…

Vagoo. It just sounds funny.

And it’s a pretty darn funny thing to spray paint on a building. This is the building formerly known as The Big Bop, corner of Queen St W and Bathurst.

It was exciting, at Ikea the other day, to see new balls being delivered to the ballroom. An old friend of mine worked in the kid’s zone at Ikea a number of years ago and told stories about children too excited about the balls to bother getting out to go to the washroom so finding POOP in them was very commonplace. Apparently each store has 2 sets of balls, one that’s in use, one that’s being cleaned.

Still. Gross.

Did you know the Big Bop is closing it’s doors? I guess it is.  Old news, for some, but I hadn’t really clued in until this past Thursday when I was waiting for the Bathurst streetcar and saw the sign.

Looks weird, stripped down like that. I never really hung out there much, not even in my 2 concerts/week heyday. But still. RIP, Big Bop.

The moon looked great the other night. Round and bright.

Then, because I had my camera-ok, my phone-out, I took a picture of the strip club/church around the corner from my house. I love it.

No, wait, I hate it. There’s always someone outside the church handing out tracts. I find them strewn all down Bloor Street. I hate litter, and it’s his fault.

I got it in my head that I needed to start a new project, and as I have made at least a dozen hats in the last few months, I decided to make a scarf. Now, I have a bunch of scarves, most of them are very wintery, thick, long, good for wrapping several times and keeping my neck and ears warm. I wanted one that was lighter. So I looked all over Ravelry for a pattern that I liked, a free pattern, no luck. The pattern I liked best was not free at all. So I studied the picture, then found other free versions and wrote some stuff down, a little math, adding, multiplying and figured it all out. Of course, it took 2 false starts and frogging (it means tearing apart your stitches) it out, then I got it down.

Isn’t that yarn pretty? It’s very fine, probably the thinnest I have ever worked with, and a little fiddly. It’s sock yarn, haha, it would make some crazy socks, I guess. When I have finished, I will post a proper pattern.

Also on the books today: baking! I am going to my mom’s for Thanksgiving dinner on Sunday and she always has pumpkin pie (like everyone) for dessert and I hate pumpkin pie. It’s so gross, ugh, think about it, like baby shit in a pie crust, so I have to come up with an alternative. Which means scouring the internet for autumnal dessert recipes. Today I made pumpkin chocolate chip cookies and they are pretty good. More like mini cake blobs (cakies?) than cookies, but still, tasty. I am probably going to end up making pumpkin roll, which is totally incredible and better then day after it’s made, or pumpkin brownies.  Oh, they both look good!

It’s true. And I am such a softy that I got all choked up in the cemetery reading people’s letters to their departed loved ones.

I inherited my grandmother’s good china, from her first wedding (?) a while ago, and I wish I had some real use for it. I’d always been told it was “Mother’s Aynsley”, and assumed that was true, but upon unpacking it all today, out of curiosity, I realized that was incorrect. Some if it is Aynsley (that’s the dishes with the red to the edge), but some of it is called Wendover (the dishes with a cream outer band). And there are 2 tea saucers called Limoges (white with a gold leaf print band). So, I was wrong, Em, I thought it was all Limoges.

Makes me wish I had dinner parties.

One of the tea cups didn’t survive, which is sad, and another looked like it had broken and been glued back together by a blind person. I liked looking at the newspaper everything was wrapped in, from 1991 and 1993, and found a couple crosswords to fill in, AND an article about comic book artists in Toronto, my old favourites, Joe Matt, Chester Brown and 

We went to meet New Georges the other day. AKA Little Georges, AKA P’tit Georges. He’s very cute. I always forget how teensy beensy new babies are. His skin is dry and wrinkly, which is a symptom of being 9 days overdue: All the liquid he had been swimming in had run out, leaving him with scaly skin, and long nails too. Ew. Gross. He sure can fart loud. The PZA thought it was me.

I am just waiting for coffee to be ready, then the day can really begin.And further on the baby front

I can’t believe I am starting yet another online diary. This has to be my 10th, at least. It’s shocking. Of course, I haven’t stayed up to date on any of them, eventually my interest fizzles out…or I get booted from them, haha. Hopefully this one lasts a bit longer than the others.

Seamus and Rose are nipping at my heels, I must go feed and water them.

My friends Kim and Georges had a baby on Friday, a boy. His name is Georges (Junior) and weighed in at 7.5lbs. He was born at home, without the help of a midwife, I guess Kim was more ready to deliver than anticipated. Daddy was the catcher. We are going to meet him this week and I am off this afternoon to buy something cute.

Ooh, can’t wait til the all-girl-sleepover-bonanza. I will fill in more details as they become available.