Camping

It began with four adults and one dog overnighting in a car packed with camping gear, in the outfitters' parking lot. Our sleepless night followed by a coffee-fueled start, once we got to the park and picked up our canoes.

But Killarney was something to behold. Is something to behold.

An hour into the trip and we came across this:

And we stopped and swam:

And after two camping nights, on our way back home, we stopped at OSA to swim in the clearest water I've ever seen:

And at the far end of the Lake, we pulled up to shore for another break before one of our last portages and our last hour in the park:

And then we left for home.

Apartment 812

I've moved:

Counting

6 days before submitting my last major paper;
19 days before finishing school;
45 days before running a half marathon;
55 days before leaving the east coast;
96 days before beginning work.

and inside the package...

...was a little man. Not just any little man, though:

Darling, I now have a butter dish
that is shaped like a cow.

(from Butter Dish, The Book Of Longing)

and waiting for me upon my return...

...was a package:

I Went Away

I went to Toronto, to see the bf:

(the paintings on display while we were there are by Travis Shilling. If you can't visit them in person during the Gladstone's doors open hours, visit his site.)

We stayed at the Gladstone hotel and admired their Green Wall:

And Room 311:

And before coming home again, I flew to Vancouver to meet my bff's bf. They put me up in their West End apartment:

(those mountains in the background? They're a strong draw all on their own.)

Jane, for gran

I knit a toque, changing up the length and decreasing it properly to make a cap instead of a slouchy knit. A gift for my gran. Not in the mail yet, but soon. I tried it out this weekend (is that even allowed), while back at the Farmhouse.

It was cold. I was warm.