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My sister called me at 11:30pm to read me this from a magazine:
“Men have definite feeling about and reactions to makeup and if your face looks noticeably different, he will become frightened and disoriented.”
There you have it, ladies.
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My hair is once again long enough to hitch it up with a pencil or chopstick or the like. I will take the small milestones given me.
Shortbread in the oven and 10,000+ plus words in a document in front of me. The light in November is something I have not seen in a long time – something I remembered without really thinking about it specifically. I hope that every place I live has this, or that I remember to find it. Maybe what I have been missing are windows.
This made me start thinking about other things, mostly Brussels things: the time we each bought a package of cookies at the Del Haize and ate them all. The orange plastic patio furniture visible out of the kitchen window. The feeling of door handles, the variations of all the different kinds of stairs in that apartment, the time a friend tumbled down the stairs so hard that they left hideous bruises all over her elbows. Lighting a gas oven. What the terrain looked like flying into Norway. Things like that. These are the kinds of things that you think about when you are regrouping.
Later, I will thing about the treacherous first cement step leading down to the patio at the hot-water flat, and how Pantouffle purred while he was eating. Somewhere else again, and later, I will think of the sunlight in November through the thin branches of the lilac bush, and how it made them seem translucent.
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The hour fell back last night, kindly, without my noticing. The light is bright and clear this afternoon, welcome as Dad and I raked the lawn, but dark is going to fall soon, quickly, and surprise me like a cat jumping off the top of a bookshelf. Thud. I am settling into the idea of winter.
Last night, Megan and I had a visit from a little boy who is, to date, my favourite trick-or-treater. He looked about nine, and was dressed as Spock, complete with rubber Spock ears. He could not have found two people more receptive to his costume, and as we oohed and aahed, he told us that “Not enough people appreciate Star Trek these days.” He was carrying a tricorder, a communicator and a phaser, all of which he excitedly pulled out to show us even after his friends had moved on to the next house. Good on you, kid. Own it. We gave him lots of candy (sorry parents).
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