What a strange weekend.

Friday was a typical Friday and a good day, as I mentioned in my last entry.

Friday night I got next to no sleep, for a wide variety of reasons, some of which have inspired me to keep my toilet cleaner for occasions on which I might view it at close range unexpectedly. Before I got queasy and after my stomach settled, I had garden-variety insomnia. The result of this was that I was well awake before the sunrise and decided to pop out and shoot some pictures of it.

I have to come up with another dramatic and accessible spot for viewing sunrises besides Flatrock, even though I’m sure I could shoot it under a thousand different sets of conditions and still come out with spectacular photos. The way that Torbay is situated is kind of odd. It’s on the east coast, but if you look directly east from any of the major look-off points you generally end up looking at land or a point of land. Sure there will be ocean, but where the sun rises, there will mostly likely be land. So you need a vantage point that is high enough to look over the land or one that sticks out further than most of the other bits of land just south of it. Flatrock is great like this, because it has both. There’s just something about seeing the sun come up out of the ocean that is pure magic.

Of course, when I got home, I was more or less an exhausted wreck. Melba had decorated the kitchen floor, John was in a ripe royal mood from having to deal with the normal stuff that goes on around our place in the morning (welcome to my life, dear), and all was less-than-idyllic. Katherine was in a great mood, though. We decided to cancel all scheduled engagements and plans for the day, seeing as I was a dishrag and John was a crab, and hang out together so as not to sicken or irritate any other innocents.

Actually, the day went well. We ambled through it, snapping pictures and hanging out. Katherine was a good sport about being driven around Conception Bay South and had a great time walking around Wodsley Park. We took Ferg with us and she had fun swimming and wandering around. During our travels we found a little unpaved lane called Dove Lane which runs behind a bunch of properties on main roads and comes out at Wodsley Park. What look to be cottages are on the river side of the lane and most seemed to be closed up for the winter. Nice little spot. Lots of leaves for scuffing.

Of course, Sunday brought the changing of the clocks. I had anticipated that we would have dogs and Katherine to deal with in the wee hours, but it turns out that the only one awake was me. And the infamous pooping greyhound, of course. Cleaned up the dog doo, found and cleaned up the pee (stepping in cold dog pee first thing in the morning is an experience which builds character in short order), started the coffee and sat down in a quiet house with a Cadfael book for a solitary read. Had half an hour to myself, which is almost unheard of on a weekend.

The day struck eventually, of course, but that half hour was lovely. In fact, it’s my clearest memory of the day, which says something.

Addenda:
Got Katherine’s Hallowe’en costume. Photos to be posted tomorrow or the next day along with a summary of the blessed event!

Made an assay on the basement. Score:
Basement 0, Vicky & John 1

Freecycled a bunch of stuff, junked some obvious junk, shuffled boxes into piles and generally made some swap space in the basement. Now we can actually store some of the stuff that needs storing for the winter. Not to mention actually use the place!