Brison first MP to wed under same-sex marriage law
“To each their own,” said Pat Eldridge of nearby Canning. “Everyone’s entitled to their own opinions and own way of life. He’s not hurting us. If they’re in love and want to be together, then that’s awesome. Love is hard to find.”
My god - I couldn’t have said it any better. It’s so perfect and it’s so true.
Well, it’s official - I’ve passed the honeymoon phase at my job and I’ve fallen out of love with it. Want to know why? Next week, I have to go to Toronto - not once, but twice. On the first trip, I’m going down with a friend who works at the library in Sudbury, and we’re stuck in a crappy hotel downtown. Once we check in, I’m being dragged out to eat real Thai food and drink martinis, which is hardly anyone’s definition of a good time. Then Wednesday, we’re in meetings all day at this dump, and then it’s back to Sudbury.
Thursday, when I get back, I have to turn around and haul myself down to Markham, for a demonstration at the new branch of the public library - I hear it’s so nice that I might not want to leave. Once I escape from there, it’s down to the family homestead for the rest of the weekend, and then back to the north on Monday. And you know what the worst part is? My CEO was more than happy to let me do all this - in fact, he didn’t even put up a fight when I asked to go. How much does that suck?
Seriously - one minute it was early June, then I blinked and all of a sudden it’s mid-August and the days seem shorter and the nights cooler. Pretty soon I’m going to have to remember where I put my snow shovel and figure out where I’m going to put all my clay pots from outside. Yeesh.
It’s been a busy summer, though. Between knitting and reading and bike rides and knitting and watching movies, time has fairly flown. And there’s only been a few really hot and humid days (by northern standards - they don’t come close to hot and humid days in the south, where we have two Great Lakes worth of humidity to contend with.) Overall, it’s been pretty quiet and unexciting, which is just the way I like it.
So here’s what I read in July:
~ Janet Evanovich, Metro Girl (5) - Why is it that complete amatures solve more crimes than the professionals? Otherwise, a fun, mindless read.
~ Jacquelin Carey, Kushiel’s Dart, Kushiel’s Chosen, Kushiel’s Avatar, Kushiel’s Scion - I tried reading the first book a few years ago, but gave up because I was too preoccupied with other things, and not able to focus on the action. Had I held on for a few more chapters, I would have found that it picked up considerably. Not that it was boring - the opposite, in fact - there was so much detail and so many plots, it was hard to keep track of them all at the time. This time, I breezed through the first book without much difficulty, and practically whipped through the next three books in the series, which was surprisingly good. I hadn’t expected much, and was pleasantly proven wrong.
~ J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince (6) - Before I could read the last Harry Potter book, I had to reread the sixth book because I couldn’t remember what happened in this one. It was pretty much as I remembered it - Harry was a complete tool towards everyone, and I really didn’t think Snape was as evil as everyone said he was.
Right now, I’m still plugging away at my book club book, even though book club was last weekend (I read the book a few years ago, so I know what happens!)
The sockapalooza socks, they are finished!
I finished them Thursday night. Now all that’s left is weaving in the ends and washing and blocking them.
The one thing that bugs me about them is that the sock on the left is slightly more reddish than the one on the right. I dyed the two balls of yarn separately, using exactly the same measurements for everything (possibly for the first time). What I think happened is that the sock on the right got stirred more than the one on the left, so that the red in the dye dissolved more.