Ready to rumble and dressed appropriately for it.

I've been training a new lady at work so I've no time to wander around internet land. One more week of work and then I am a free lady. You betcha.
Here's a quick list of the recent weeks and their happenings:

*turned 35. so far so alright.

*woke up to hearing Gordon Lightfoot or covers of his songs 4 times in the past 2 weeks. I like it.

*made some peanut butter flavoured granola and as soon as I eat it in the morning, I spend the rest of the day longing for the next day's breakfast. It's good shit.

*smacked on the window of a woman waiting at a red light in her car that nearly ran me over and gave her shit for it. Her response was; "The hand was flashing!", meaning, she felt she had the right to run me down in her car while I was on foot because the crossing indicator was a flashing hand. I told her she was a menace and a fool.

*nearly got in another fight when the woman across from me on the train was sprawled in her seat, reading a book, legs stretched out well beyond her reasonable boundary and leaning over onto the seat beside her, elbowing the woman next her to constantly as she obliviously read her book. She seemed to think the train was her lounge and all the rest of us were sitting up straight and respecting other people's space because we weren't as deserving of comfort as she was. I kept saying to myself: Pick your battles! Pick your battles! The poor woman beside her endured it selflessly. I would have had distinct "words" with her. But after I "rested" my foot on hers when she pushed it aside to stretch her legs, she made an effort not to touch me again. I was ready to rock if she did. Ready to rumble.

*Trained a nice French woman to take over for me at my job. She's an ex-librarian. Poor thing will want to quit in under 3 months. I can nearly guarantee it.

*Discovered my injured toe, whose injury dates back to being in California last year, creaks like breaking spaghetti or a crumbling cracker when I wiggle it. Hurts too.

*Congratulated myself once again on the choice of an excellent winter coat which I have employed again for the first time this year. 3 years so far, it has served me as the best damn coat ever. Light as a feather, warm as a tropical sunrise. I call it my astronaut sleeping bag because that's what it looks like. Other people may have prettier coats but they have been shivering and shaking down the streets of Montreal in them while I skip lightly in my confident warmth. Call me Canadian but I just love being well-dressed for cold temperatures. Makes me feel ready to rock. Ready to rumble.

*Updated my blog....wait, you know this part.