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deathpixieThe thing about staying with Dex and Doqz (sounds like a bizarre TV duo, don't they?), is that since Dex has this weird work shift (4pm to 11pm), I've been practically nocturnal the past few days. Not entirely a good thing, since it means I've been not doing much in Toronto, but since this is my fourth visit, it's not a big deal. I do need to get into the city and do some stuff, however. Maybe tomorrow.
Any hoo, I'm in Toronto. Apologies to the locals for the nine inches of snow on Sunday - I'd made an arrangement with my travel agent to have snow, dammit, and I was going to get it. *grins* I discovered driving in it isn't fun (not that I was actually driving, but I was a passanger in Lee's car as we were coming back from London), but walking is. But only if it hasn't iced over. Then it's a tad on the slippery slide. Of course now it's warmed up, and it's been raining today, so all the lovely white stuff is now unattractive grey puddles of slush.
I've also come to the decision that if there is any way I can live for a couple of years here, I'm going to. Of course, that means finding a job that will give me a visa, but I realised the other day that the consulate is a pulic service job, and if they can't use a Paperwork Goddess then no-one can. Something to look at, anyway. in the future. Like, in a year or so. But there's something about Toronto, and by extension, Canada, that's so familiar. Dex says he has the same thing about Australia. Must be the similarity between the two cultures. Although standardised faucets/taps would be helpful. *grins*
Flight stuff pretty much sorted for LA. I've discovered that they've changed my flight number and I'm leaving an hour earlier (8.10 in the morning, would you believe it...), but I've got a place to kip and a ride from LAX, so 's all good. Better check my flight home stuff too, if they're changing things on me. :P
Still have shipping and shopping to do. As in shipping stuff back home via surface mail (the parcels are all packed), and finishing my Christmas/souvenier gift buying. Which is why I need to get into town. Ack. Must try and get some normal sleep so I wake up at a normal hour. Like in the morning.
And I cooked tonight. Just for me, seeing how Doqz has Issues with vegetables (although there's a bowl left out for Dex), but it was rather yummy pasta if I say so myself. There's something about cooking and other domestic chores that relaxes me. And as I was saying to Doqz, I don't think being domestic makes me in any way less of a feminist. Quite the opposite, in fact, since it means I can look after myself quite adequately, thank you very much. That extends to bike maintenance, changing light bulbs and removing spiders. *grins*
And I'm off to the pub to meet up with Dex on his way back from work. Catch you later.
Any hoo, I'm in Toronto. Apologies to the locals for the nine inches of snow on Sunday - I'd made an arrangement with my travel agent to have snow, dammit, and I was going to get it. *grins* I discovered driving in it isn't fun (not that I was actually driving, but I was a passanger in Lee's car as we were coming back from London), but walking is. But only if it hasn't iced over. Then it's a tad on the slippery slide. Of course now it's warmed up, and it's been raining today, so all the lovely white stuff is now unattractive grey puddles of slush.
I've also come to the decision that if there is any way I can live for a couple of years here, I'm going to. Of course, that means finding a job that will give me a visa, but I realised the other day that the consulate is a pulic service job, and if they can't use a Paperwork Goddess then no-one can. Something to look at, anyway. in the future. Like, in a year or so. But there's something about Toronto, and by extension, Canada, that's so familiar. Dex says he has the same thing about Australia. Must be the similarity between the two cultures. Although standardised faucets/taps would be helpful. *grins*
Flight stuff pretty much sorted for LA. I've discovered that they've changed my flight number and I'm leaving an hour earlier (8.10 in the morning, would you believe it...), but I've got a place to kip and a ride from LAX, so 's all good. Better check my flight home stuff too, if they're changing things on me. :P
Still have shipping and shopping to do. As in shipping stuff back home via surface mail (the parcels are all packed), and finishing my Christmas/souvenier gift buying. Which is why I need to get into town. Ack. Must try and get some normal sleep so I wake up at a normal hour. Like in the morning.
And I cooked tonight. Just for me, seeing how Doqz has Issues with vegetables (although there's a bowl left out for Dex), but it was rather yummy pasta if I say so myself. There's something about cooking and other domestic chores that relaxes me. And as I was saying to Doqz, I don't think being domestic makes me in any way less of a feminist. Quite the opposite, in fact, since it means I can look after myself quite adequately, thank you very much. That extends to bike maintenance, changing light bulbs and removing spiders. *grins*
And I'm off to the pub to meet up with Dex on his way back from work. Catch you later.
