Crazy thing I've noticed in the last month here in good ol' Montreal: they all suddenly switched to winter wear. One day it was t-shirts and shorts, the next jeans and big jackets. Even last week, when it was about 5 degrees out, everyone was dressed in coats, toques, gloves and scarves. It made me feel like I stood out wearing my skirt and a light sweater. Our theory is that since Victoria has such a mild winter, we do a gradual layering throughout the autumn and winter, adding a sweat shirt to the long sleeve shirt, adding a scarf, adding a toque a bit later, and throwing on a pair of gloves and a jacket when it gets really cold. But since it gets so much colder here, they have a lot more clothing designed for it, so they need to switch over their entire wardrobe. I didn't think there was ever a reason to relocated to the back of the closet, but apparently there is. Whatever the reason, it was startling.

We've been keeping ourselves busy trying to figure out what we'll be doing next year. Dylan is hard at work on his Jet application and I am looking into a program that I'd like to take at McGill. I think it would be amazing, but there are a lot of things to take into consideration and a lot of things that would need to happen, the least of which would be actually getting accepted into the program. We are also in the middle of figuring out our Christmas plans.

Dylan's has been getting really good at the whole bread making thing. He made potato bread last week that was amazing. And he's also started making mayo. We have plans for a tomato plant, and he's also mentioned that he'd like to try his hand at making mustard sometime. And then I will be able to make a sandwich that was made from scratch. Well, it's not like we grew the wheat or raised the chickens that gave up the eggs to make the mayo, but you get my point. I'm excited.

In other news, kittens!






















Yes, I have become a crazy cat lady and yes, I know that they aren't actually my cats.

Boring Update.

One thing that I am eternally grateful for is my computers spell check. It just sits there, reading over my shoulder, gently pointing out whenever I make a mistake. It makes these posts, and my twitters, monumentally more bearable for all of you kind folk. Especially considering how horribly I misspelled 'bearable'. It cannot, however, fix the part of my brain that has to stop and think whether I mean 'where' or 'were', or 'sweat' or 'sweet' (I usually look this one up). I think it is also the part of my brain that forces me to say orange when I mean yellow. This part of my brain bothers me immensely (I misspelled that so badly my spell check didn't even know what I meant).

Anyways, my beloved husband burnt another dish towel. At least this one didn't light on fire because he left it in the oven; this one just was sitting on the stove when he accidentally turned on the wrong burner. And, of course, he wouldn't let me throw it away despite the fact that we have 90,000,000 dish towels.


But we did end up finding a use for it after all, so he wins this time. Kitty cape!