Monday Morning

What a strange colour to the day. First of all, it's dark. Every hour feels like the new 5 o'clock, with its evening tone. I use this morning to play the same two chords on my piano as I stare out at the sky and to listen to One Trick Pony. Paul Simon looks like a professional baseball player on the cover.

The weekend was a nice reset. I went home and hung out with my family.
My sister Mel and I found these socks at the dollar store with her cat's name on them.

Mel and I went over to the states and went into stores with really creepy Christmas music. The kind that is just plain old midi. We even went to McDonalds where this cute teenage girl with a tattoo on her neck that said 'William' in calligraphy complimented my dress and said 'You're not from around here are you? Canada?' and I shyly said 'Yes, Toronto'. I'm not sure what gave me away, but it definitely wasn't any use of the word 'eh?'.

Anyway, what a swanky McDonalds it was. And I will say that their sizes have decreased to the Canadian size. No more super size joy land. No more kicks for you over in the Mario World of American fast food.

Today there is a band rehearsal for the show on Saturday. We are playing with Sandro Perri
who is amazing. His album has been in my player for quite some time.

I also went out and bought Jolie Holland's Springtime Can Kill You and Joan as Police Woman's Real Life. The records are fantastic and I recommend them!

I keep thinking about this house my sister, mom and I drove past this weekend. I used to ride my bike past it on my way to Corri's when I was a kid. It's this old farm house. I told my mom that if it ever goes up for sale, I'm quitting this city game and moving out to the country to become a crazy spinster with 20 cats. I'd go into town once a week to get the mail and groceries. I'd have an old upright and tons of books. She told me that the woman who lives there fit that description pretty well. So I would carry on her legacy.

Whatever, I'm rambling. It ends here.