Overlooking King West, it’s a quiet Toronto morning with polite nods to the neighbours and strategic placement of the skin so as to maximize colour.

It’s been a quiet weekend, actually. The only exception being a fun evening with sangria, grey goose and my two partners in crime. A celebration for a year without any law society complaints but really just an excuse to socialize.

The summer months relax me. Eat, Pray, Love. I’m trying it out. The small lessons from the book, that is.

24 hours...

This blog has gotten old. It’s really too bad.

Life got in its way.

It’s the job (14), you know. It’s life (3). It’s the need for sleep (7).

I haven’t done much to warrant a post about music or art for quite some time. I can tell you all about Board Area 3 and institutional, commercial and industrial sectors, though.

The good news is that I plan to being working on my creative side. I have a art project underway for the staircase. I may also be acquiring a piano.

It’s a start. Balance must be achieved.

It is what it is....

Tonight, the night before I am really a lawyer, there were fireworks. Symbolic of the journey, perhaps? Or maybe a send off as we begin our amazing European adventure that also starts tomorrow.

It's been quite the haul and I'm glad it's over.

I couldn't have done it without you, you know. You have been my rock since the beginning. You celebrated my victories and helped me find my way through the rest. Instead of letting me throw in the towel, you handed it to me...

It's difficult to reflect on the past 10 months. There's too much to say. I'll just leave it for what it is.

Bliss.

oh running...

... how I've missed you.

The smooth and even breathing, the wind in my ears, the pounding of the pavement. Even the ache in the knees. It's never the same on a treadmill at ridiculous hours. If I'm going to run that late or that early it should at least give me pleasure.

A HotDoc made me think that every situation has two stories. It's never really as it seems. But the truth always comes out.

Even if it is a box of tapes.

Something about the aiport...

... makes me sick. Really. Not figuratively.

I am in the West Palm Beach airport enjoying the free internet instead of working (like I told myself that I would). Can anyone really blame me? All other airports charge big bucks for this service.

I took advantage of the long weekend to get some sun (okay, it was a burn) and take a bit of a vacation from the evils of winter in Ontario. I haven't had a lot of say lately* - mainly because everything has been so good. Funny how my muse only comes when I am upset about something.

This weekend I experienced palm trees, jellyfish, sand, surf, bikes, lush lush gardens, freshly squeezed orange juice (by yours truly) and general sweetness. I also witnessed extreme wealth. I have been told that 53% of people who live in Palm Beach are over the age of 65. The average household income is $110,000. As most of these people don't work and live in houses worth many times more than their household income, it can only be deduced that the income is from investments somewhere. The number of banks and investment establishments did not surprise me.

Indulgence, every so often, is just fine in my books. That is what this weekend was all about.

And now? Back to reality.

(*In the next few weeks I will do my best to remember to post about my dear Hawksley, starbucks and something else I can't recall at this moment)

Ahem...

My vacation is ending soon.

And randomly, I wonder if my like for Dragonette is at all strange. Whatever. This song makes me warm and fuzzy. Yep.

Sometimes the sun shines on us - Sometimes the rain goes and a rainbow’s all that’s left - We got lucky, hey, didn’t we, baby?

‘Cause I like your head on my shoulder - I like the way you smile, the way you smile - We both think the weather’s getting better - So let’s get lucky, let’s go all the way

I found you seaside in the fog - I hadn’t tried a lot of looking for anything at all - The cloud cover of fog - All the hearts I'm gonna' love in the morning

The weatherman says it’s wet and cloudy - Stay indoors, sit out the storm - It looks like this might be a quickie - Hey handsome, we got it good - Hey mister, we gone and done it - Just because we could - Because it’s cloudy out there - Staying in like we should

listen...

Watching (indifferently?) as a random but well-dressed girl topples over in the subway, smashing her face.

Watching (indifferently?) as random people stand to help her, but really do nothing.

Watching (indifferently?) as the random but well-dressed girl gets of the subway, holding her face. Does she even know where she is?

It can always be worse.

Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face
The kind you'd find on someone that could save
If they don't put me away
It’ll be a miracle

Do you believe you're missing out?
That everything good is happening somewhere else
With nobody in your bed
The night is hard to get through

And I will die all alone
And when I arrive I won’t know anyone

Well, Jesus Christ, I’m alone again
So what did you do those three days you were dead?
Because this problem is gonna last
More than the weekend

Well, Jesus Christ I’m not scared to die
But I’m a little bit scared of what comes after
Do I get the gold chariot
Do I float through the ceiling

Do I divide and pull apart
Cause my bright is too slight to hold back all my dark
This ship went down in sight of land
And at the gates does Thomas ask to see my hands?

I know you're coming in the night like a thief
But I’ve had some time alone to hone my lying technique
I know you think that I’m someone you can trust
But I’m scared I’ll get scared and I swear I’ll try to nail you back up
(everyone now)
So do you think that we could work out a sign
So I’ll know it's you and that it's over so I won't even try
I know you're coming for the people like me
But we all got wood and nails
tongue tied in hate factories
We all got wood and nails
tongue tied in hate factories
We all got wood and nails
And we sleep inside of this machine