Marilyn and Mike came to visit me this weekend. It was a very nice change. I probably would have sat around waiting for laundry to dry, reading HP6 in prep. for HP7.
As it happened, Mike fixed my computer! It pisses me off a little that I paid some turkey in Haliburton $25 to tell me it was toast when it wasn't and he obviously didn't look very hard.
Now, I'm sitting, waiting for my laundry to dry, listening to Johnny M.'s Continuum on a loop and catching up on some socializing, paying some bills, and generally wasting time.
It was a really busy week again on the construction site. I was mostly working on the tongue-and-groove. (This is not as titillating as one might hope.) It's the kind of ceiling finish we're using, so for three days, I was balanced precariously on flights of scaffolding, waiting for lengths of board so I could use the air-nailer to tack them to the roof trusses. The company was good, but I was pretty nervous and unsteady. And sweaty.
On Tuesday, I went with two classmates to pick up the gothic windows. They are beautifully-made wooden window casings, and they're going to look great at the front and the back of the building.
That night, we went to see Ratatouille (2007), which was such a relief after weeks of seeing shitty, shitty, movies. I was bouyed by the fact that Rotten Tomatoes gave it 96% Fresh rating, which is almost unheard of. There were breathtaking wide shots of Paris that made me go all mushy inside. It wasn't really a kids' movie - it's just in a medium considered to be the realm of children's entertainment. (Yes, I know, the Simpsons and Family Guy and dozens others break this mould, but still, you know I'm still right.)
I forgot to say in my last post: I saw a black bear and two cubs when I was in Coboconk last weekend! It was on the dirt road on Sunday night, and I thought it was a big dog, and then when it went towards the woods, obviously a bear, and it joined two wee little cubs! So cool! The car's engine was shut off and I rolled down my window to see if I could hear them, and they were pretty noisy, ambling through the underbrush. Looking back, I probably shouldn't have rolled down the window, in case there was a rogue bear close by who would reach into my window and maul me to death, but I'm from PEI where we have no bears at all, so I guess that would probably put me on the front page of the Guardian ("Covers the Island Like The Dew.").