My Beautiful Day

I’ve had a strangely lovely day. First, downtown for a Wordfest session with Arthur Slade and Scott Chantler. Scott writes graphic novels, and for his reading read from the script he’d written before starting on the images, while he projected the finished images. It was a really interesting look into the making of a graphic novel. Art read from his latest (he has the perfect deep voice for reading). Then Art and I went out for lunch.

I groused about the many years of construction projects around my house, and came home to a new one – sewer line clearing, involving pumping steam into the line, and venting it at the corner near my house, with the wind blowing it straight in. It smelled like cement dust (luckily), and I thought I could just ignore it and the noise, until the nausea hit (allergies).

I checked with them to see how long they’d be, and headed into the park for a walk. It’s a classic Alberta fall day, with a clear, deep blue sky, warm sun, and just enough bite to the wind to keep people in light jackets (although I saw one guy in shorts).

When I walked out of the park and saw the steam still billowing, I lay down in the leaves on the grass and switched my new ipod (a teeny tiny nano) from Mozart’s Requiem to KD Lang singing Hallelujah. Now, what can be better than that?

Maureen