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A Weekend Ramble

I had a fantastic day in Hamilton yesterday.

I know that Hamilton is a town many people love to hate, but I kind of like it. As I drove down from Mississauga, in a UHaul driven by my delightful friend Amelia (who could hardly be seen by other drivers), we came into the city, and she said, "You know, if you could just cover up that part, it's a really beautiful city." And she was right, with a hand out to hide the factories/industrial whatever-they-are from our view, it was beautiful.

"Varun calls it Mordor and The Shire," she concluded.

I think I made a new friend as we painted some accent walls in Amelia & Varun's new place. And then, after an afternoon of unpacking and cleaning and painting, I went off for coffee with another friend.

Coffee turned into dinner, and before you know it, she and her husband and I were passing around a crossbow and talking about hunting. NO JOKE. We talked about a lot of other things too: mostly life and Jesus and things we find difficult and how long before food poisoning kicks in. I felt so happy to just hang out with them.

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On Friday night, I partied hard at karaoke (read: sang at the top of my lungs for a couple of hours). I just love singing, even though I know I'm not particularly adept at it. But what could be more fun than sitting and singing/dancing along with your friends in the back of a Vietnamese restaurant at quarter to midnight!?

I wore my suede boots. I love them, but feel they are underused because I care too much about keeping them in good condition. ALSO, the left one always slouches more than the right one, and that bothers me. 

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Today, I am feeling a great resurgence of creative energy. Three months ago, I had none. But right now there are a good half-dozen ideas swirling around in my head. Hopefully this week I will start tackling some of them... I am only working mornings and want to put these afternoons to good use!

Related: by next week I may have full-time hours at my morning job. This would thrill me greatly. Here's hoping!

I ate too much Indian buffet at lunch and am still not hungry. This is also the fault of a cookie the size of six regular cookies from Te Aro, a cafe on Queen St. E. I love an afternoon at an independent cafe with a book, a friend, and a treat to eat.

I finally did laundry and now I'm going to put my clean sheets on my bed and sleep under my cozy duvet. After this phone call with the lovely Lynsey...

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