Thank goodness it's Word-less Wednesday again, because I still haven't finished the Wordy post I've been working on for over a week now. That should be up by the weekend, but in the meantime, if you're looking for prose, you should check out Annie's new blog. I've always found Annie's comments here to be smart, entertaining, informative, and often very funny. Her blog, No Hat No Gloves, has all those qualities wrapped up in erudite, lively writing. Have a peek. Leave an encouraging comment. Tell Annie I sent you.
Another blogger whose posts I always look forward to hails from a city just down the highway from me. After years of visiting Paris regularly and often with her husband, and plotting how to build a life in the City of Light, Erin has not so much compromised on her goal as taken a smart sideways step toward it. She now works in London which makes for an even greater-distance commuting marriage than the years I spent here while my husband worked in Ottawa. She doesn't find much time to blog, but when she does? Thoughtful, observant, clever, honest, and funny writing about that space between cultures, the ways we wiggle between and nest within place and community and selves. I think you'd enjoy reading The Fabulous Adventures of Countess LV.
And that took many more words than I intended, so now I'll just silently load the photos I intended to share today, and I'll tiptoe off to yoga class, shall I? Pater's been off at meetings, but he seaplanes it home this morning and to join me in Child's Pose and after we've stretched and balanced and flowed our way through to Shavasana, we've got a date for breakfast. A routine we used to enjoy on my days off work, and now can insert mid-week. Retirement benefits!
Did you suspect I couldn't resist just another few words? I have to shout out to my fellow Canadians -- Are you watching/Did you watch the Trudeaus and his new cabinet arriving at Rideau Hall this morning? Wasn't that a magical morning, the beautiful crisp fall day, the happy crowds lining the pavement, the openness, that little Trudeau girl's skip as she moved into the Hall. . . .This Trudeau-mania is calmer, richer, more satisfying, to me, than what I remember from the late 60s version -- that period brought change to the future. This regime promises a change back to our best selves, not necessarily a change to the (pre-Harper) past, but back to Our Canada, a Canada we used to feel pretty good about. . . .We'll see, I know, and the expectation, so high, may be disappointed, but this morning? I'm wiping away a tear or two. . . . (And I'm curious, did our change of government register at all in the rest of the world?)