I always think of goats chasing each other around the barnyard when I eat goat cheese, their little horns poking from their heads, scampering from one end of the yard to the other.
I remember going to a petting zoo when I was a kid, there were baby goats there who had way to much energy for my liking. I wanted to hold one and all they wanted to do was run around and butt heads with the other goats. I got very frustrated and angry that the baby goats weren't meek and quiet like I wanted them to be.
I'm also eating baby carrots although I can't say they make me think of babies.
A candle is burning on the table and I've decided to stay in to read a book. I like to light candles when I stay put. I've always remembered hearing about the Israelites who would erect monuments when something important happened. I'd always imagined giant stone pillars standing tall in the middle eastern desert.
I'd like to think that in a way my little routine is the exact opposite of that. I plan for nothing important to happen while that wick is burning. By lighting it I'm saying that I'm firmly in one place and will most likely be here for a little. A friend told me once that I make a routine out of relaxing and I can't say I disagree with him; I'm purposeful about taking time to not accomplish anything.
The wick is burning and my book is calling.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Sunday, February 7, 2010
Winter Tribes.
Bah.
Why do I bother napping on the couch, I inevitably wake up sweaty and cranky.
Moving On.
Toronto is not known to have the nicest winters. She usually starts in November and stretches her cold icy fingernails to March, sometimes even desperately scratches at April. There are days when I really don't mind all that much . . . and then days when I get sick of constantly tucking my chin into my coat, my hands into gloves, my feet into heavy woollen socks; and then freezing despite all that preparation.
Boring morning subway rides to work have made me realize something about winter in Toronto. Here in the city we have two tribes of people, the winter Embracers and the winter Ignorers. Both are usually pretty easily spotted, I walked past a beautiful business woman yesterday wearing a black knee length skirt, bare legs and a pair of tall, beautiful high heels despite it being -9.
A classic Ignorer.
Then of course you have the Embracers stomping around in their leg swallowing boots, and giant puffy coats. The goal it seems is to have a bare minimum of skin exposed.
I lean towards the Ignorer tribe, although I've been known on occasion to don my lumpy down coat and hunker down into its warmth. Other then a resentful glance or two the tribes live in peaceful coexistence.
So, are you an Embracer or an Ignorer?
Why do I bother napping on the couch, I inevitably wake up sweaty and cranky.
Moving On.
Toronto is not known to have the nicest winters. She usually starts in November and stretches her cold icy fingernails to March, sometimes even desperately scratches at April. There are days when I really don't mind all that much . . . and then days when I get sick of constantly tucking my chin into my coat, my hands into gloves, my feet into heavy woollen socks; and then freezing despite all that preparation.
Boring morning subway rides to work have made me realize something about winter in Toronto. Here in the city we have two tribes of people, the winter Embracers and the winter Ignorers. Both are usually pretty easily spotted, I walked past a beautiful business woman yesterday wearing a black knee length skirt, bare legs and a pair of tall, beautiful high heels despite it being -9.
A classic Ignorer.
Then of course you have the Embracers stomping around in their leg swallowing boots, and giant puffy coats. The goal it seems is to have a bare minimum of skin exposed.
I lean towards the Ignorer tribe, although I've been known on occasion to don my lumpy down coat and hunker down into its warmth. Other then a resentful glance or two the tribes live in peaceful coexistence.
So, are you an Embracer or an Ignorer?
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