Having been accused of having a “lyrical” writing style because of my last post (about the glorious dearth of big-city noise pollution on Prince Edward Island), I thought I should also make it clear that, as my husband informed me last night: I can be funny, when I put my mind to it. That’s what he said: “You…
Month: September 2015
Quiet
Quiet is one of the only things not easily acquired in Toronto; it’s particularly rare where I live. We live cheek by jowl with the sidewalk on a rather busy street; there’s a well-used train track nearby (I don’t really notice the constant rumbling anymore, but the pictures that suddenly fall off the wall after years of apparent stability, and the drywall…
Jam and Idleness 
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