I’ve been watching the latest season of Stranger Things, and this is the best description of a sound effect I’ve seen:
As seen on a utility pole yesterday:
Less than one week to go to write posts from my drafting table in this spacious living room.Continue reading “Things aren’t always what they seem.”
Right as my WordPress subscription auto-renewed, I took a two-week hiatus. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, right? Now that you’ve renewed your fondness for me, here’s a gif I made when I meant to write a post two weeks ago:Continue reading “I pay to share my feelings online.”
Tammy is good at noticing things in trees.
On Monday, she took me to Cuthbert Holmes Park. There, I saw my first great horned owl in the wild. My favorite thing about great horned owls is how they look perpetually offended: this one was no exception. Tammy also pointed out the camouflaged hummingbird nests in the trees along the trails. Upon dropping me off at my place, she remarked that my landlords had an apple tree–which I knew about–and a plum tree, which I hadn’t noticed. And a pear tree that had somehow eluded me.
To be fair, even if she hadn’t pointed out the pear tree, I would’ve noticed it today as I collected two pears off the ground when I went outside to re-pot one of my houseplants. While lining the container with potting soil, I realized that doing so directly underneath said pear tree probably wasn’t wise. Isaac Newton had beat me to the notion of gravity more than 300 years ago. Had a pear bonked me on the head, the discovery would have been one of my landlords to make: me unconscious under their pear tree.
The landlords’ daughter is in town. She was the one who introduced me to her parents via email, but it’s her partner who I know as I worked with him in Montréal. For this reason, we haven’t hung out, but that didn’t stop her from sharing on WhatsApp what her parents had to say about me. They inadvertently complimented my cycling prowess when they mentioned to her how fast I go up the hill on our street on my e-bike.
I do not have an e-bike.
Not to worry, the rest of this post isn’t going to be about how amazing I am.Continue reading “Anger prisoner.”