covet

i bought this new shirt at old navy last week on sale for $6.99, i think it hung on a hanger too long because the shoulders are jutting out and i can't tell if it makes me look evil or space-agey.

i wanted to make this a surprise, but i've decided to get a tattoo, and i was going to do it today. all day i sat in my cube preparing myself for the needle, i was extremely nervous. my stomach was in knots. melinda came with me, when we arrived i found they are only accepting people by appointment, and i'm going to have to wait until next wednesday. when i told the guy what i wanted, he looked alarmed and told me that was a "job stopper" being not familiar with the term, i didn't know what he meant. it turns out (according to him) tattoos on hands make it hard to get a job. i told him "oh, i'm a graphic designer". i love how that excuse is applicable in SO many scenarios. over the course of the evening, i talked about some of my fears about getting a tattoo, and my stomach is at peace. so, let me re-state: no tattoo right now, but next wednesday.

i've noticed lately that i feel a need to tell people personal information. and i've been fighting that, wanting to be private. i thought to myself "what has happened to the secretive lesley, who as a teenager couldn't even tell her best friend who she had a crush on?!?!" but after trying to keep the tattoo a secret and the way even THAT ate me up inside, i realized i've thrown caution to the wind knowing that keeping secrets creates unnecessary anxiety in my life.

i can't help but wonder if i developed feelings for him as a result of irony. what made irony so spiteful anyway??

the missus is coming by and we're going to eat some strawberry and rhubarb pie. there's nothing like good company and dessert to make a person forget their woes. that or housework.

money's only paper,
only ink.

hatch

i left my car lights on. rach is currently walking home and will send jase to come by and give me a boost. i suppose after that i'll take it for a drive so that the battery will charge. i hate it when that happens.

most people consider anger to be a bad thing. i've often wondered about how the bible says "in your anger do not sin", and i think i finally grasp that. anger can be a good thing. it can spur on acts of justice. it can enable people to do feats of strength. it can set a person onto a better path. i'm feeling slightly angry myself right now, but i'll use what's left of my gumption to channel it towards good. i won't stand to be kicked in the teeth. and i see no need for false sentiments. i will harbour my resources and find refuge in truth.

i accidentally left my stove on all day. no wonder my house was so hot when i got home from work. hm, what's with me not turning stuff off!?!?

i should probably go. i suppose jase will be here any second.

i was serenely independent and content before we met;
surely i could always be that way again.

echo

i biked to rhonda's today with a large kit for isaac tucked under my arm. it was tricky. it was still in the box, and yet was still very challenging.

after some ice cream cake, i went over to tebrake's house. we got looking thru some old photos of her on facebook. i laughed my ass off. seriously, i don't know when i laughed that hard last. it was so nice. i felt bad for my hysterics at the expense of her bangs. it was good though, i've been needing a good cry, but this way they were tears of humour.

laney sent me the most hilarious postcard with the queen on it. hahahahaha. it's peculiar because with such things there is a fine line between what is funny and what is preposterous. good thing i find most preposterous things funny, but not everyone shares my sense of amusement in the ludicrous.

does anyone know if light bulbs are recyclable?? i need to do something with the 8 incandescent bulbs i just replaced.

watching my hopes follow dreams down the drain.

tide

the part of my brain that over romanticizes everything is kicking in. the part of me that dreams up extremely melodramatic conclusions and statements. i shouldn't indulge that instinct, but instead quickly take up the fetal position. i'll try to not to hope for the best while preparing for the worst. i've lived thru this before. well not exactly, but i've been thru similar situations and no doubt i'll survive. there's only so much you can do and even when i fortify myself, i still lose. i wonder if i'll ever win at this game. i think i've reached a stalemate.

oh frig, i'm such a drama queen. just ignore me.

i just want to say for the record that when i die, i do NOT want all the suits from bombardier showing up. i want to make this known to people so that if the occasion arises someone can tell them they're not welcome. now this is not to say that i don't appreciate their act of paying respects, or that i dislike them. my reason is this: i do not want their presence to in anyway overshadow the loss my loved ones experience. i do no want people to end up whispering "there's the president of bombardier. there's all the execs from bbd, so nice of them to come", when they should be saying "there's lesley's mother. that's lesley's family. those are lesley's closest friends". i don't want them flying up in the company jet, making a scene. don't be alarmed. i'm not going anywhere, i'm only telling you this because an employee is dying and i know all the rigmarole to come. it's standard procedure, and i want none of it. does this make sense? can i count on you to help carry that wish out?

it seems so strange how suddenly things can change.

chaco

this is a picture of some of us at the festival. it was the end of the day and mostly everyone had cleared out. if i don't mention that it will look strange us sitting in an empty part and claiming that to be a festival. melissa took this pic. i forgot my camera. i even had a list of stuff i needed to take with me, but i forgot to write it on my list. talk about irony. it's ok though, lissa's camera is better than mine. did i tell you that my mom sat on her camera and broke it!?! she had to buy a new one. hahahaha. so funny.

left to right: lyon, lesley and brendan.
photographer: melissa tebrake

you can really see my layers in that pic.

i was too tired last night to write an entry. i slept well so i'm doing it now. let's hope this doesn't make me late for work. i'd like to start my week of well.

some would call me a cheat call me a liar,
say that i've been defeated by the basest desires.
yes i have strayed and succumbed to my vices,
but i tried to live right.

unicycle

my eyes are bloodshot. my nose is sun-burned. i have a zit. i omit an aura of being outside all day at a music festival. it was awesome. i had so much fun.

the greatest part of being a volunteer is that it helps me mingle with people that i wouldn't normally get the opportunity to meet. i also like feeling like i have a purpose. although, i was pleasantly surprised when i was done my shift how great it was to just lie on the blanket and close my eyes. not rushed. not feeling guilty. it was nice.

i saw so many of my friends all on the same day, all at the same event. it was so great. that never usually happens. plus my dad showed up and much later my joy & tim came with the kids! i'd given up expecting them and was disappointed that they didn't show any interest. but at about 7:30 they arrived, i think they'll definitely come for the whole event next year :) it was really neat, i was happy to show joelle everything going on. it must have been so new to her! frig, it was new to joy & tim!

of course this has got me all stoked for the wolfe island music festival :D i canny wait.

i love that i can make eye contact with melinda from across the park and know what she's thinking.

say it,
i know that it's true.

abandoned shopping cart

i have the heart of a poet. i see the world thru a poetic lens.

i was reading a quote by picasso today. it reminded me that i'm not a painter. i wish i was that kind of artist, but my heart doesn't beat to paint. i'm stuck in the notion that you are only an artist if you're a sculptor or painter. that's so old school. why don't i get with it. i'm an artist in my own right. i make a living thru the applied arts, i shouldn't feel like a sell-out for not living and breathing oil paints. besides, you don't have to necessarily be an artist to be artsy. i have loads of artsy friends who aren't active "artists".

why do i feel small and big at the same time? like, how is that possible.

i flew my kite again today. this time my dad joined me. it did pretty well! got about 50ft high!! but the wind wasn't steady and it soon died down. it was fun. he came by to give me the energy saver bulbs he bought for me at costco. i have 8 now. i'm saving money and saving the universe even as i type! awesome. that aphra has got me anxious about the mercury content, while at the same time feel an overwhelming urge to break one. i suppose it's like looking at the sun. you know you're not supposed to, you know it will cause damage, but it's hard to resist. however, you can breathe easy because i won't be cracking any open. actually, i'm somewhat paranoid about the whole deal.

oh, so upon reading the linguine recipe more closely, i discovered i was only suppose to use 4 teaspoons, not 4 tablespoon. that explains why it was so thick. i have a problem. it's like a learning disability, but it's a cooking disability. well at least i know for next time.

in my spaceship i am laughing.

blizzard

i'm not much of a cook. but i'm trying. since i haven't really seen my mom in the last month, i invited her over for dinner. i made linguine from scratch. it was a little thick, although i don't think it was necessary to eat it with a knife and fork like she did. my dad showed up to give me this months good food box, and the three of us sat drinking tea while i showed them some of my brochures from work. i enjoy spending time with my parents together. it's a novelty i haven't really experience much.

i like that you asked me for some juice. you like that i told you i resent you.

mayelin was saying today that even when we do a lot of great things, its our mistakes that are remembered. upon reflecting on my neurosis, i realized, a lot of my paranoia and insecurity comes from specific events. negative words or experiences will stick with us even when positive feedback will slide off like teflon. i can't fathom why that is. but i'm determined to somehow reverse it.

i sat in my cube stuffing cds into pockets, listening as the rain/hail fell on our tin roof. sometimes i forget how beautiful silence is.

if this is a movie let's edit these scenes out,
it would be a pg instead of an x-rated life.

rye

don't be getting any ideas. this is not a hidden message.

berse

i am not a normal girl. i wonder how obvious that is to people when they meet me or if that's something that needs to be stated. even if they pick-up on it, i wonder if they can grasp the depths of my abnormalness. i'm surprised that even after all these years she doesn't get me, actually i'm more surprised at the fact that she doesn't get that she doesn't get me. i can't decide if i take pride in the fact that i'm not easily figured out. i suppose i resent anyone who thinks they understand me when there are times that i even surprise myself.

i've had long straight hair for the majority of my life. well except for the couple years in my early-20s when i cut it all off. long straight hair was all i wanted, it was all i could imagine. but inspired by the lovely rachel (once again), i decided i wanted to do something different. this evening i went to april's and she gave me a trim and some layers. that's right, lesley mcknight got her hair layered. now i realize that's really not that daring, but it's a big step for me. i like it, i feel like a rock star AND a lady.

funny how this has got me thinking about what else i'm capable of doing. things i thought weren't me. maybe i'll get up the courage to finally get that star of david tattooed on the back of my hand. maybe i'll get my eyebrow pierced. the knickers told me last we she didn't care WHAT i do. quite truthfully, i don't care what she thinks, but i wasn't sure if there was a line of what's professional and what's not. but now i have no excuse. she's given me free license to do whatever. so the question is... how far will i go?

how embarrassed i’d been if you knew what i was thinking of.

hypnotized

melinda sent me on an errand to pick up a bottle of wine for our mini-bbq. she had to give me thorough instructions since i'd never bought wine before and had only ever been in the liquor store one and a half times. i did a decent job, but i can't take the credit for my selection. it was mostly melinda combined with random luck. we had a lovely time sitting in the richka's vintage garden, eating beets and spicy turkey sausages. it's good to have her back on this landmass.

perhaps i'm passive-aggressive. perhaps i'm aggressive-aggressive. all i know is i find the best way to cope and then i hold on for dear life. sometimes that involves running away from the direction of my wants. i'll just leave my coat behind. i can get another fishing rod.

everyone has their reasons, but i'm not buying yours.

it's over my head.

clover

i had a really funny day of hanging out with terrence. we decided to fly the kite that he and helen bought me, the pirate ship kite. the most hilarious thing is that is wasn't very windy at all!! we took turns running with it while the other one released the more slack. hahaha, it was so fun. we were like "oh there's a slight breeze RUN RUN RUN!" haha, poor terrence got so carried away that he fell over. i'm really excited because it's a totally awesome kite, and now that i've got it set up i'll be able to just grab it and run over to the m centre and fly it in the field at a moments notice. i always have a good time with terrence. it's a quality blend of intelligent conversation and silly laughs.

oh frig, that donkey STILL cracks me up.

look at my kite fly.

chisel

i woke up this morning thinking "i wonder what will be going on at the memorial centre today??" last week it was the home base for the shriner parade. the week before, they were doing driver's ed for new city bus drivers, the week before that was the circus. but upon opening my blinds i discovered the parking lot was empty, there was nothing going on. or was there....

after 12 a bus load of teenagers arrived. soon they were eating their lunches on the lawn of the m centre, while others began practicing trumpets and bagpipes. i was horrified that i was spending ANOTHER saturday afternoon listening bagpipes be played across the street from my house. like seriously, who else does that happen to?!? they're still there (oh crap, there go the bagpipes again), i think they're some kind of air cadets or navy group. i saw them marching in a row. there are hordes of cars outside and most of them have military related bumper stickers.

mid-afternoon i felt a need to escape, so i biked to melissa's. i really appreciated visiting with her, i even had a good cry on her couch.

earlier i cleaned my windows. they look all sparkley and clean :D

couple announcements or heads up for upcoming events:
next saturday is the skeleton park music festival which is really great. i'm volunteering, doing gear check like last year.
and in august is the wolfe island music festival which i'm really looking forward to. i'll be camping with my family that week, we're arriving home the day of the festival. i've already talked to joy about us coming home early morning so i can be there to see wolf parade at noon. i heart wolf parade, that'll be cool.

ok well, hope you're all well. i'm sending out my love from me to you.

no matter what i do for you it's never really enough.
you know, i try so hard for you just to hear you say
"it'll be alright, it'll be alright, it'll be alright, it'll be ok!"

mosquito

hanging out with your co-workers outside of work can be very revealing. knickers and i have never spent time together socially before. i think she got a glimpse into my life that she didn't know existed. i'm glad. she would occasionally make comments that lead me to believe she thought i had no life. not anymore. indeed, i'm glad she knows different now.

conveniently i wait avoid these feelings and other mistakes.

helicopter

i've been feeling somewhat indecisive lately. i feel like just being at home, and yet i want company, and yet, not enough to invite anyone over. THANKFULLY, i've scored on guests in spite of myself. monday melissa came over, yesterday i bumped into rhonda & isaac on the street and this evening my dad popped by. we drank tea and ate cookies on my beloved balcony. he chatted my ear off while i did crossword puzzles.

i have officially met & had a conversation with my new neighbours downstairs. they're really nice. i like the girl a lot, her name is katie. i think i might invite her up for a visit sometime. she baked me cookies, the exact cookies i shared with my dad. i asked them if it's ok if i use their composter, they said that was fine. that's good. it's surprising that i WANT to compost, composting used to really gross me out as a kid. i guess that's a part of growing up, understanding the reasons why we do the things we do.

i've been shy lately. i hate that. my shyness is directly related to how insecure i'm feeling. i've also been a little paranoid. very few people read pspd anymore. that makes me feel insecure as well. MAN, i'm riddled with insecurity lately. what happened to me!?!?

i think i've finally blown the speakers in my car stereo. i guess it's about time, i do usually blare my music full blast in the car. i'm surprised it didn't happen before now actually. even so it's disappointing.

i've been going to bed quite early all week. it's been good, it's easier getting out of bed when you've slept well.

you think you understand how really broke i am.

brave

timing is everything.

i can't find my stash of postcards. i have a whole bunch of them SOMEWHERE in this house, but i don't know where. argh!! hence the reason i haven't been sending many lately. and as a result haven't been receiving any either. although, i did get the creepiest mannequin heads postcard from beck last week. it was awesome :)

sometimes it's enough to do something well anonymously. to not need any credit for it. to take pleasure in the work and not in the praise.

so exciting. i used mint and chives from my garden for the first time :) ruth next door told me my garden is putting them to shame. it's a regular oasis out there!

sometimes talking it out does do a thing.

i really want to help you let you feel free,
but i haven't much hope left and i'm saving it for me.

cumulus

this has been the epitome of a perfect summer evening and i spent it mellowly. i had a shower and got into my nighty just after dinner. i let my hair air-dry while it was still light outside. it reminded me of what it's like being a kid, when time moves slowly and you don't think about the future beyond bedtime.

now that summer has truly arrived, i've taken my last comforter off my bed. now i just have a sheet and my top duvet. i want to get a bedspread though – just for summertime – but those cost money (which is something i DON'T have due to 2 car repairs and a cat spaying within 3 weeks). i've been kicked where it hurts, and it hurts. until i recoup, i'll just have to make due with what i have. maybe i'll dig out my ratty old/ripped up bedspread. that might do the trick, if it doesn't completely fall apart.

is one really the loneliest number? i'm not so sure about that. i had a LOVELY evening all by myself.

buy this car to drive to work,
drive to work to pay for this car.

shoes

i recently read a book called the weight of water. then yesterday melissa, lyon and i went to see away from her. today, i wikipediaed sarah polley (because she directed away from her). included in her filmography was a movie called the weight of water. so i thought to myself "hmm, could this be the same weight of water??" and sure enough it was! so i decided i would rent it tonight. it's been a while since i did the monday night movie thing. let me skip over some details here.... melissa watched it with me. i think i can speak for both of us when i say that we were greatly disturbed. it was really creepy and well... disturbing. the strange thing is that i didn't find the book scary. maybe because i could skip over unsettling parts. i really don't suggest it (the movie). but do consider reading the book.

they gave us all pedometers at work today. it's a part of this new walking initiative. so far today i've walked 6727 steps. actually, i'm sure i've walked more, it's a faulty system. unless i exaggerate my steps it doesn't pick up on them. so i'm gonna round it up. to 10,000. i heard recently that people should be walking an average of 10,000 steps per day. wow, i'm pretty good. right on the money...

eww. sticky contacts.

why does it have to be bed time? i wish the evening was just beginning...

nothing is ever as it seems.

dilemma

it's unfortunate that the most interesting things going on in my life are things i can't discuss on pspd. but that's nothing new i guess.

i was at sarah's house the other night. during our conversation, we concluded that common interests are not necessarily the basis of a friendship. instead, it's a common interest in each other that forms relationships. i find that amazing, and true.

i bought a thermometer last weekend. i'd grown suspicious that the environment canada website was not consistently correct. on friday morning, i woke to a airy and yet not cold new day, however the website told me it was 16º, when i looked at my thermometer, IT said 23º. i'm so glad i invested in that device, because i was wondering if i was going crazy.

my car is in the shop again. melissa has lent me her car to get to work tomorrow. i really appreciate that. i'm holding my breath, hoping this won't be a huge expensive repair. my breaks have seized or something. yikes.

today i went to the movies on a sunday for the very first time. but it was just the screening room, so that doesn't really count. i remember years ago my exboyfriend suggesting that we go to the movies on a sunday night. i sheepishly told him "i've never been to the movies on a sunday before". he rolled his eyes at me as if to say "whatever" and that idea was disregarded. i don't like people who don't challenge me on why i do the things i do, and i think he was wrong to just conform and not question my actions. that creates a stagnant way of living.

my bird feeder has been discovered!!! i've had two little swallows coming by frequently. yay!!

too bad you had to have a better half.

cartwheels

will someone PLEASE make them STOP!! oh the humanity!?!?! the bagpipes are incessantly wailing. and it's making me CRAZY!?!?!?!?!

dispoz-o

i feel like i've lived a number of days all in one. today was very full.

they've been renovating my office. i got new carpet in my cube. i am delighted. it's pretty and thick, and it helps minimize noise and sound travels. right on. i find this especially helpful, since more than once i've wondered in hindsight at the volume of my voice.

it was also a special day at work because i FINALLY got to take a ride on the train!!! yay!! it was super fun! i felt like i was on a roller-coaster. we all got lined up, and everyone was excited.

when looking at the picture of a train today i thought "it looks like it has no arms", which is hilarious!! of course it doesn't have arms, why would that be strange!!?!?! who can figure what goes on inside my brain.

honey got a hysterectomy. all went well. no more potential embred kitties here at the maxi-pad.

so i thank the Lord,
and i thank his sword.
'tho it be mincing up the morning, slightly bored,
oh, oh morning without warning like a hole.

grace

we've been reunited. me and the other pea in my pod. i love him madly – more than a friend, less than a lover. something else entirely.

i'm the only one not laughing.

falling

it's infecting me. one tiny conflict is eating away at me, and the thing is, it's not something i even care about. and yet i'm finding it's taking the pleasure out of my day. i hope i've seen the end of it. i've washed my hands.

i think a good nights sleep is in order. this cold weather is dampening my spirits like a wet blanket. i'm lethargic and overly sensitive.

throughout the day i found i was feeling a little isolated and detached. something's knocked my dominos and set them all off. however, i found upon arriving at next for jon sears' going away party, i was on the upswing. all i needed was a little shot of community, and i felt a lot better. i had a really good time, it was fun just hangin out all together.

the silence feels longer due to the state of my mind.

i sat beside a famous guy on the train to toronto. i looked him up today on wikipedia, he was on blue murder. he was kind of pompous and obnoxious, talking on his handy all the way to belleville. i found it amusing nonetheless, i laughed at him when i was looking the other way.

i've called my landlord to seek his approval to paint my back porch. it just has faux wood-paneling right now. i think it would look much better painted white. it's the entryway of my house for crying out loud, i want it to look half-decent. the rest of the place is really super! i'm going to presume that if i don't hear back from him that it's ok. i'm going to paint the stairwell this bright turquoise colour little r gave me. exciting. i love painting.

i got TWO phone books today. does anyone need a spare one?? they STILL have my name spelled wrong. ARGH!!

he is a man who will never cease to amaze me. for that, and many other reasons, i will hold him in my heart always. he will conjure up warm fuzzy feelings in me all my days.

please don't let this turn into something it's not.

silly string

one thing's for certain. i CANNOT hold my alcohol. oh dear. i drank two glasses of wine on the train home to kingston and i was so tipsy (possibly more). my eyes were not in sync and i was all dizzy. the worst part is that my dad was picking me up at the station to go to caleb's 2nd birthday party, so i had to sober up FAST.

anyway, i went to toronto to the conference and "rail rodeo". i met up with helen at the osgoode station and she came with me to get checked into the hotel. when we walked into the sheridan it was full of suits and business people. i bumped into one of my co-workers and introduced him to helen. afterwards she told me "you are WAY too hip & funky to be working with these people, i'm having a hard time imagining it". it was funny, but i must admit it does seem pretty odd. i must seem quite foreign in the business world.

from the hotel we went down queen street, then to china town. we went to kensington market where i bought this really awesome shirt that passed my "rachel erb test" for 8 bux. i ended up wearing it today to the exhibition, i feel i was both professional AND boho. anyway, from there we went to this really cool restaurant called "shanghai cowgirl", which was really awesome and the food was most creative.

the exhibition itself was fine, nothing exciting and quite tiring. i was very proud because we had the nicest booth and it was very impressive. we also had the nicest gifts. i decided to take an earlier train home instead of the 6:30 one i was booked for so i could be home in time for caleb's birthday party.

so, like i've mentioned, mr caleb turned two years old today. this pic is a little blurry because joelle shot me (and my camera) with a watergun, but i like it regardless.


yesterday feels like a long time ago. sunday feels surreal.

sometimes blogging is lonely and i wish i had someone real to talk to.

flickr

anyone is pretty when she smiles,
me, i'm only pretty when i'm crying.

thermometer

my family is crazy. not my immediate family, but my paternal extended family. my cousin and her family stayed at joy's house last night because they were in the area for a wedding. katie & chris are very nice. i decided to join them for lunch because i have next to no contact with the mcknights so i thought having a visit every few years couldn't hurt. i think it's pretty safe to say that it is the opinion of all the mcknights that everyone ELSE the family is insane. which i find hilarious and it makes me thankful that my contact is so minimal.

anyway, joy and i had arranged that i would meet them at the lone star at 12:30. our church service didn't end until about 12:40, seeing as i was already late i rushed out right away. when i arrived at the restaurant i couldn't find them. i looked both inside and outside twice, call their house, called my house, called my mom's house. after waiting for 20 minutes i was a little annoyed and decided to go home. so i biked all the way up queen street and thru the back streets of my hood. when i got home, there was a message from my mom saying "we're at the restaurant if you want to join us". they were almost an HOUR late. ARGH!!!!! so i got on my bicycle and biked all the way down there AGAIN! i was VERY hot and VERY sweaty. but at least i got loads of exercise this weekend.

tomorrow i'm going to toronto for the APTA conference/exhibition. i'm excited. i need to find something professional to wear, i'm gonna stop at the mall on the way to the train station. the problem is... how do i dress professional without selling out!??! tricky. i've made plans to meet up with helen for dinner and some hangoutage. we're going to go to kensington market or queen street west. i'm looking forward to that. yay! AND i'm going to take my swimsuit in case i get the chance to go swimming :D i hope the knickers won't get me in trouble for taking advantage of my time in T.O. like i hope she's not expecting to have dinner with me on monday evening.

i was born to laugh,
i learned to laugh through my tears.
i was born to love,
i'm gonna learn to love without fear.

through

i gave joelle a bath tonight. i've never bathed anyone before, it was fun. i like shampooing her hair. i envy her hooded towel. i'd like a hooded towel myself. i think i should make one. hm, that would be quite difficult. especially since i have a knack for breaking sewing machines, so i'd have to do it by hand.

tonight joy, tim and i had a candid conversation about weed. it was very interesting. i'd never told them that my last serious boyfriend (YEARS ago) was a huge pothead. they said nothing. i'm not sure if that surprised them, they never liked him. it was a difficult year. anyway, i divulged upon them my extensive drug knowledge that i acquired during that year long relationship. i've never smoked the pot myself, that's what makes it so ironic.

i have a secret. and it's really funny.

i folded my laundry on my balcony tonight at 11:30 p.m. the air was still and yet had substance. i was astonished to discover how well sound travels in the nighttime. i could hear the entire conversation of a couple walking down the street, that would never happen in the daytime. what is it about night that makes it so beautiful?

i planted parsley in my garden. i'm well on my way to a green-thumb.

it means nothing to me.

fire

the bushes at our house on pine street are in bloom. the look really lovely. just wanted to let you know.

it's all a matter of your definition.

what can I do to make this change?