Lazy Days

I'm not working right now, and not looking to either. James and I are moving at the end of this month and I'm perfectly happy to stay at home, sort, pack and spend quality time with him and my kitties. It's cozy! This house, neighbourhood and city will be missed. I'll miss the people here most of all.

I've been getting 8-10 hours of sleep every night and leisurely starting my days. At least Holly has a good excuse for this, she's due in a couple of months. It's nice to have this time to spend with her though, and to catch up with other friends as well. Even Adam came out of his "cabin" today to hang out.

One thing that is not going as planned is this blog. I recently read Adam's and he speaks of the "to do" lists he's been making. I haven't any of those lists right now, but I had planned on writing a note or two in here every day. No dice. I'm sure these posts will be a rambling mess, but at least there will be something.

After a night of drinking and falling down stairs (hah) for Michelle, she met with me at the Bridgehead on Dalhousie. I sat there looking out the window amazed at how that area of town had changed. I could see clearly my first apartment (Dalhousie and St. Andrew)that I had in 1999. I loved how it had two balconies and a back patio. A part of me even wishes I still had that place. I loved that street, but there was never anything close by. Now you can sit there in a coffeehouse and shop at all the trendy boutiques that have opened up (The White Shop?). Michelle showed just after 3pm and we had a nice amount of time to fill each other in on what's happening. She gave me the short version of how the rest of her trip around Canada had gone. There were photos and a highly entertaining video of someone's bar/dance club/games room attached to the back of their "normal looking" house. As long as this post reminds me of the ridiculous lights and excessive tin foil on the ceiling, I'll be happy. I hope that my first visit to the Queen Charlotte Islands is as interesting.

Enter Adam with his tough decision. Shall he venture into Ottawa's Byward Market for some company and some tea? Or will he stay home and find out all about the first pregnant man on Oprah? Needless to say he showed up and filled us in about all things Hannah Montana, but left us in the dark about the pregnant guy and how on earth that's gonna work.

The rest of the night included taking my top five boyfriend to work, using the drive through bank machine (driving in the wrong direction), visiting shops in the Merivale/Meadowlands area, listening to Adam's new CD's, visiting Bridgehead at Gilmour, picking up James, packing up the rest of Adam's crap, getting pulled over for nothing on the corner of Rochester and Gladstone, and moving Adam back to Orleans.

That was a long non-sentence.

I now know that I like the new Moby album, somewhat enjoy the new B-52's, can't remember the names of most boy bands and wish I had purchased Dolly Parton's Backwoods Barbie album.

Oh, enough already.

-Allison