by Murph E.
While I was in Ontario, I thought I might drop by my parents’ for lunch. I remember saying on the way to Stratford that it was in a part of Ontario known as the “snow belt.” Boy was I right.
It snowed. In April.
Not just a little bit either. There were big fluffy white flakes. I have video evidence.
by Murph E.
I found a marble
I can tell that spring is here: When the snow melts, all the stuff that was lost in it slowly appears on the sidewalk.
I would have preferred to find lots of money, but finding a marble is at least a step up from the dog poop that I mostly find thawing out of snow banks near my house!
by Murph E.
I don’t know if I’d go so far as to describe this as “snowmageddon,” but this evening around 19h10 at Jean-Talon and Décarie, I saw about a million snow ploughs go by. Just when you think that’s gonna be the last one, whoosh, there’s another.
by Murph E.
Someone else shovels the snow for me.
by Murph E.
Rainy days are perfect for studying. I don’t want to leave my apartment at all.
I’ve had a relatively productive day. I’ve cleaned up a bit, studied some genetics, moved one step closer to getting my OSAP loan, and I assembled all the documents I need to make sure that my OHIP health insurance doesn’t expire this September. Once it stops raining, I’ll go outside and put them all in the post.
You’ll notice that I’ve done a bit of a refresh on the blog. I’m still not 100% fussed on the colour scheme, but I wanted to go live anyway. The old theme was very dark, and hard-to-read, and I think this one is better by those criteria anyway. :)
Update: I just got an invoice for tuition for this year. :| School is expensive. I hope that OSAP is generous to me this year! I also changed the colour scheme on this theme a bit. I got rid of the blue highlights. It’s got a kind of “coffee” thing going on now. I think I’ll leave it like this for a while and see how I like it in a few days.
by Murph E.
Look how much snow there is!
So it’s been snowing for the past few days, and it’s been fun to watch, but now there’s a lot of it. I took a photograph of the entrance to my apartment building, and I would like you to compare it with the photo that I took at the end of July.
Crazy.
The courtyard for our apartment
by Murph E.
Working on my essay on a snowy day in December
It’s snowy today. Snow is one of the few pleasures reserved for non-drivers.
There’s something reassuring about looking out the window, and seeing mostly white from the falling snow.
I don’t have to go anywhere today, if i don’t want to. My Bioethics Theory essay isn’t due until tomorrow, and I have a very good start on it. (And yes, I will post the graph of my progress when I am finished.)
Today I can stay inside, wearing my big blue hooded house-coat, do my schoolwork and stay warm next to my fake fireplace. And yes, my apartment has a fake fireplace in it.
Update: it is nearly 17h, and it is dark outside and still snowing. I can see about a half-dozen people from my front window, and they are all shovelling snow off their driveways or cars. I am still inside. I still haven’t put real clothes on yet today, and I am watching them and laughing at their expense.
by Murph E.
So it rained today and it rained a lot.
I learned something though. The shoes that I wear are cracked along the bottom. (I knew that already, actually.) Otherwise, they’re fine, and so about a month ago, Pickles glued the sole of my shoe together. It’s barely noticeable.
What I learned through the rain is that even though my shoe was glued back together, it is not waterproof, and not suitable for use in the wintertime. I need to buy new boots. Cold feet are terrible.
by Murph E.
A rainbow on campus
Today, there was a rainbow on my way to class. Fun for the whole family.
by Murph E.
A rainy Sunday afternoon in Montréal
It was rainy today. It seems like it rains every Sunday here in Montréal.
This morning, we went to an English-speaking church called Rosemount Bible Church, which was fantastic. It’s a Brethren church, so you have to be careful to take the grape juice from the centre of the communion plate, or you might grab a cup of actual wine from the outer parts of the communion plate. That’s not a bad thing, but if you’re a Baptist, and you’re expecting grape juice and not wine, then it can be something of a shock.
A librarian friend of mine from Stratford, who used to live in Montréal referred us to a man who is an elder at this church. When we got inside, he immediately guessed who we were, and introduced us to his family, and then to the church during the announcements. The speaker was from a closed country in Northern Africa, and talked about being faithful to one’s calling, no matter where God has placed you for the moment.
Afterward, the man who greeted us beforehand invited us to lunch out with his family and the speaker from that morning. We followed his car as best we could onto and off of the Autoroute and to a light with an advanced left turning light, where we both did a u-turn, and pulled into a fancy restaurant that served middle-eastern food. The man had a daughter around Pickles’ age, and two sons around my age. I think I made some friends, but the girl was only visiting from Toronto, so she will probably not become Pickles’ new best friend. :(
We were recommended to bring a snack to church for the ride home, because there is often traffic on the way back. It’s from all the Montréal people coming home from church, right?
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