through the window

heather, lynn and suzanne

waiting

daphne

behind the brain

flaming

flamingo tuxedo

the view

door eyes

the amy project

spring cleaning

roses in the sink

the ends

mary isn't happy

the kids all scream
her name and send
her valentines
she walks around
the schoolyard in
a daze and can
not follow what
it is her friend
is trying not to
say but mary
does like her friend's
ponytail and
she likes having
a friend though she's
watching the boys
play and dreaming
of being grown
with her kobo
saying prayers and
sleeping soundly

if the rain don't get me first

vendredi

lady in waiting

mine eyes are all shelly duvall

on you

a couple weeks ago, tone and i got stuck in an ELEVATOR and you wouldn't believe it but a lot goes on in there, micro worlds of light normally missed whilst flying betwixt the floors

see?  between the walls,

the frozen light

vulcan light 

and rainbow disco jet

and deeper

another time though, to be exact,

march 2nd, 2013

the bloor line, westbound

2PMish

 A female voice recording comes on the speaker to say she is sorry for the inconvenience.  

An old, white, male passenger yells out, "What the hell did he just say?  I couldn't understand any- hello?  Can I get a translation please?  In English?  We speak English here."

Some passengers look at him then look away.  The 'Next Stop'  recording plays.  

The old man yells out, "Hello?  Does anyone speak English here?"

Some of the passengers exchange glances.

"Arriving at Ossington.  Ossington Station."

The old man to himself, "Ossington.  I have no idea where the hell that is.  Some downtown lowlife - where the hell am I?"

then last monday, two stops from home, a power outage and we were in the dark and stopped for a half an hour.  it was peaceful and racingly still.

veronique, moi meme

my local growing pale
x

more time with pony

my dad gave me these roses for valentine's day.

chez pony

two weeks ago it snowed a lot 

annette was here.  we saw heather's baby william who is too cute and so pleasant and calm.  apparently he sleeps 9 hours through the night.  they just got lucky.  annette's in india now.  she has a room with a view.

we are currently experiencing delays in all directions, coming out of a cold snap, chilling with the january birds

grossman's

when i get low i get high

oh, the things you can do with a sunday

this actually just happened to my key chain.  one day it was the usual, two tight circles of metal, the next morning, this, with no trace of its previous form.  it makes no sense.

the curse of 2012, good riddance.   

open pages:

facebook

25 handy words that simply don't exist in english

vitamin B12 wiki

reality wiki

twitter

why new year's resolutions fail

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this morning i got caught in some ladies who walk.  they were all decked out in cross trainers and fanny packs and windbreakers.  inside, they were each wishing they had started walking earlier in life and reminded themselves of why they waited so long.  

at an intersection, i held back and let a pair pass me.  they were talking, one of them said she wanted to buy hiking boots, the other said she felt totally comfortable walking anywhere in the city alone.  i walked slow to increase the eventual distance between us til another pair caught up behind me.  i heard them coming and stood aside, one of them said thank you.

we walked another block, two pairs of ladies who walk ahead of me, black leggings and baseball caps and hats, arms going.  they stopped at a christmas tree as i caught up and heard them say that only recently, the tree had been full of birds.  i wonder where they went one lady said and a couple others laughed.  i passed them by, then they passed me again, a foursome ahead, two by two.

i like a lotta creme henry, a lot of creme