the chill of fall

1. It's officially the first day that people have starting wearing light sweaters and it's felt like back-to-school season, like waiting for the bus, like cracking new $100+ textbooks, like watching the leaves turning a little more every day when I walk back down the hill, and maybe picking up some potatoes and onions at the grocery store on the way so I can make corn chowder or minestrone. I'm spending the day in Reads, downloading knitting patterns to get me through. I need to finish a spectacular, life-changing cardigan before mid-September, I think.

2. Sean's away for the weekend; he left right after work yesterday with Matt and Porter, gone to visit his mom in the Cove. I wish I could have gone with him, but I can't in all good conscience take tomorrow off of work. There's a lot to do this week. I want everything not already nailed down absolutely done before Shasta comes back next week.
I spent last night watching chick flicks (Bridget Jones' Diary, oh yes) and hanging out with the cats and eating junk food. It's a nice way to pass the time, but I would really like to have a whole weekend of hanging out with Sean someday soon. It hasn't happened in about two months now, and it's sort of tiresome.
To break up the bland but fun atmosphere last night, I had some unexpected visitors on the roof again, which is more than a little freaky when home alone with no internet (I never realized what a safety blanket MSN can be). I suspect they were the same drunk, well-intentioned goons as on Canada Day and the following weekend; they hurried past from the stairs to the fence and scaled the fence without comment, but on the way back obviously had an attack of conscience and stopped to apologize through the window for spooking me, and to thank me for not calling the cops. I smiled and asked them to please stop tromping drunkenly across my fire escape, and they said I had very clever cats, probably cleverer than them, and left. Sort of surreal, but as friendly a trespassing experience one is likely to have.

3. I spent a little while this afternoon trying to upload photos of the fire escape barbecue and the Elements setup to Facebook, but it didn't go very well, as Frednet is a little slow right now. I'm refilling my stock of eBooks and knitting patterns, and chatted briefly with Erica (she is well, though bored of Brampton, and is back at Yves Rocher instead of the profitable but heinous call centre life). So I'm going to try to upload them to this entry, but if that won't work I'll get them off Facebook tomorrow and post them from work, where my internet access is much better.

4. This past week was a blur of more people for the show and more work to do. Detail work, mainly. On Friday we went on a field trip to poster, drop off postcards at the postal outlet for unaddressed admail and drop off financials at the financial people's office. I was in the back of the car, and amused myself by reading Shasta's copy of Style. Apparently being super-connected is out, but twitter is so hot right now, as are capes. I kid you not. I'm getting me a cape. Also, if you care, crushed ice is out; a single large, sculptural chunk of ice is the drink-cooling method of choice. I love it.