my mind is filled with silvery stars...

i settled on a sweater. it's nothing too special but it has the potential to be quite lovely.
if you're very curious, this is what it looks like:


now i just have to go out and buy 11 or so balls of wool and get started.

i wrote my art history exam today, and it was a breeze, which is always a wonderful feeling. filled with the adrenaline and enthusiasm of completion, i decided to walk home from school.
i was actually just walking to pass the time while waiting for a bus to come, but when the bus finally came, i wasn't quite done walking yet.

so i kept walking.

there was this lovely bit of snow falling, and my rubber boots were plodding along quite nicely.
and at the end of it all, i arrived home in an hour, only 20 minutes more then it takes by the bus

the wonderful things about walking home from school:
(i) on Aberdeen i saw Trevor Malda walking down the other side of the street, i smiled at him and waved slightly, but he seemed very unsure about my identity, so i decided not to do anything else too embarrassing.
(ii) i got to walk past all the beautiful old houses, on Aberdeen and Dundurn, and dream about living in them, and sitting in the window seats, and standing on the balconies.
(iii) i swear i caught a snowflake on my eyelash
(iv) i saw the old TB sanatorium sitting in it's boarded up loneliness way up on the escarpment, and remembered that i must go explore it before they tear it down.

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....total side, but very relevant, note: i was looking for pictures of the sanatorium and if found the COOLEST website ever:
http://ontarioabandonedplaces.com/upload/wiki.asp?entry=2459

goodness, someday i'm gonna go exploring. wanna come?
i love abandoned things.
when enough funds are raised for a camera i will be able to document such excursions.
anyways...
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wonderful things cont'd...
(v) i also got to look over the whole of icy cold Hamilton--the skyscrapers scraping together, the masses of cars and buses and flashing lights--while i caught my breath on each landing of the Garth stairs. (those are STEEP stairs, i couldn't help think how muscular i'd be if i walked to school everyday)

(vi) and then there was hot soup and beverages at my return home, and i was filled with the sudden urge to knit an afghan.

(this is the afghan...not knitted by me. i wish i was that fast at knitting afghans. mine would be a much funner color though)


it's strange how when you finally have free time, you forget all the seven million things you so desperately wanted to do when you didn't have time too.

anyways, sleep well little ones.

p.s
this is the sanatorium:
really old image


i can't get a now-a-days picture to copy, you can look it up on the ontarioabandonedplaces website, if you are very interested.