Sunday as Sunday should be…sort of.

What a lovely day. The sun was shining, a breeze was blowing, and I got to go to church for the first time in a while!

I went to the Gospel Service at Camp Walker with my friend Glenys. This was the first time I’d ever been to a black, southern, hand clappin’ “Can I get a Witness?” kind of service. It was fabulous. The message was good and the members of the congregation were really friendly.

It was also the first time I’d been on an American military base. It was….. American. And Military. I had to go through a double guarded gate, but once I was inside it looked (and sounded) just like America. It was a bit of a shock to just walk through a gate and wind up in another country.

Anyway, it was a good day. I met lots of nice people, and saw another part of the city that I’d never been to before. I’m sure I’ll do it again sometime.

As the leaves perform their gentle autumn dance and change colours, so to does my hair. Just like a diseased maple turns an unnaturally gross reddish hue, so has my hair turned a ghastly maroon shade.

I swear, I pointed to the colour swatch that was a light auburn…NOT K-car interior upholstery maroon. drat. Oh well, it’s dramatic, and the cut’s much nicer than that awful perm most of you had to look at over the summer. (sorry).

with the exception of me from the eyebrows up, everything here is good. My students (some of whom would rather drink than study) are sweating their way through midterm exams, and will emerge no worse for wear on the other side. My co-workers and I are enjoying cooler weather, and looking forward to our winter vacations. My kitty is spastic, and I like her most of the time.

I’m also reading a great book right now called “Still life with Rice”. It’s a Korean-American author, writing her grandmothers biography. It’s a fantastic story, and really helps me understand a little bit more where on earth some of the older folks in this country are coming from. The generation gap here is huge. Changes that took 40 or 50 years to come about in Canada are taking place here in the span of 10 or 20 years. I wonder what the next decade will bring….

Some Good Advice



If you ever decide to ride your bike to the grocery store (because it’s a perfectly beautiful autumn day), and your path is paved almost entirely in uneven cobblestones, and you plan to bring your groceries back in your Mary Poppins bike basket… don’t buy eggs.



In other news, I haven’t managed to kill either my cat OR my new plant yet. Both greenery and furrery are growing nicely. But my plant smells better….



And finally, I had my professional evaluation the other day. (My boss comes to observe one of my classes, and makes comments). Apparently, I have an “impeccable blackboard”. I guess all those hours playing in the basement pretending I was a teacher and writing on the underside of the pingpong table really paid off.