Well that was a long break. And what kind of stupid idea was that - something new every day - what do I think I am, some Beast of Folderol? What a relief to come back to laundry and cranberry juice and the eternal quest for decent underpants. Travel for Annabel is finally winding down and today I finished all but the last chapter of this round of editing of the murder mystery, and I wrote the chapter titles - maybe my favourite part of writing. Here is one of the sketches from the life of my main character - Moroccan pastries at Jean-Talon Market. This week they are rolling up the awnings and preparing the market's indoor version for winter. I saw a busker sit on the curb, take out scissors, and carefully cut off the fingertips of a pair of brand new gloves before he put them on to resume his accordion. If that isn't a signal for the change of seasons I don't know what is. I told Dear One I'd love to have those glove fingertips and he went and asked the busker for them. I'm going to incorporate them in one of my artistic endeavours. Hello November, I don't love you.
I so enjoy reading your journal. Good to still be able to have a dose of Kathleen here in YYT. I wanted to let you know that I nominated you for a Liebster Blog Award. If you are not familiar with it, feel free to check out my latest post.