Montreal in January

It's been unseasonably mild here (highs near freezing, only one cold overnight), and we've taken advantage of that to walk around in the sunlight. I could probably have left my boots home, and mostly have been wearing my sneakers, because they're better for long walks.

The Musee des Beaux Arts has reopened the collection of (mostly fairly recent) Inuit art. It's still wonderful, and still the star of the museum for me, because it's material that I can't see something similar to at home. We also saw European and Canadian paintings and sculpture, and some classical-era glass (with that iridescence that glass gets from a couple of millennia of sitting around) and Hellenistic drawings (most of the Classical and Hellenistic Greek art on display everywhere, probably most of what still exists, is sculpture and pottery), and some fine Persian glassware from around the 9th century CE.

I've walked around a few more bits of Montreal (one university campus, one random bit of neighborhood near papersky's bank branch). Papersky continues to feed me well: last night's mushrooms cooked with the leftover New Year's Eve goose, served with rice and baby bok choi, were good enough that I didn't bother with the pork roast that was the nominal center of the meal. We played Settlers of Catan yesterday; one of these years I may play it elsewhere than in Montreal, since I do enjoy it.

This morning, Papersky and I will go out, eat breakfast and buy more tea for me to take back to the US, then come back here so I can pack (a quick process, with almost no decisions involved) and catch a plane home to New York and cattitude. (Also, I'm taking home the tea she gave rysmiel as a holiday gift, because I liked it and they didn't, and leaving behind the one she'd given me, which they liked and I didn't.) I'll drop my freelance clients email when I get home, but I'm not expecting a reply until Friday morning the earliest. There will be Scrabble, and julian_tiger.

adrian_turtle, remind me that I have a couple of small things for you.

Montreal in January

It's been unseasonably mild here (highs near freezing, only one cold overnight), and we've taken advantage of that to walk around in the sunlight. I could probably have left my boots home, and mostly have been wearing my sneakers, because they're better for long walks.

The Musee des Beaux Arts has reopened the collection of (mostly fairly recent) Inuit art. It's still wonderful, and still the star of the museum for me, because it's material that I can't see something similar to at home. We also saw European and Canadian paintings and sculpture, and some classical-era glass (with that iridescence that glass gets from a couple of millennia of sitting around) and Hellenistic drawings (most of the Classical and Hellenistic Greek art on display everywhere, probably most of what still exists, is sculpture and pottery), and some fine Persian glassware from around the 9th century CE.

I've walked around a few more bits of Montreal (one university campus, one random bit of neighborhood near papersky's bank branch). Papersky continues to feed me well: last night's mushrooms cooked with the leftover New Year's Eve goose, served with rice and baby bok choi, were good enough that I didn't bother with the pork roast that was the nominal center of the meal. We played Settlers of Catan yesterday; one of these years I may play it elsewhere than in Montreal, since I do enjoy it.

This morning, Papersky and I will go out, eat breakfast and buy more tea for me to take back to the US, then come back here so I can pack (a quick process, with almost no decisions involved) and catch a plane home to New York and cattitude. (Also, I'm taking home the tea she gave rysmiel as a holiday gift, because I liked it and they didn't, and leaving behind the one she'd given me, which they liked and I didn't.) I'll drop my freelance clients email when I get home, but I'm not expecting a reply until Friday morning the earliest. There will be Scrabble, and julian_tiger.

adrian_turtle, remind me that I have a couple of small things for you.

Home, and a bit impulsive

I got home about 20 minutes ago, played the answering machine, and decided to return a call even though the person it was from would probably be gone for the day.

She wasn't. I have a second interview tomorrow afternoon, for the proofreading position I posted about a couple of weeks ago, assuming the person who will be doing the interviewing is free (she had already left for the day). I had meant to take things somewhat easy tomorrow; the plan is now to call tomorrow morning to verify, but expect to be heading downtown after lunch.

Home, and a bit impulsive

I got home about 20 minutes ago, played the answering machine, and decided to return a call even though the person it was from would probably be gone for the day.

She wasn't. I have a second interview tomorrow afternoon, for the proofreading position I posted about a couple of weeks ago, assuming the person who will be doing the interviewing is free (she had already left for the day). I had meant to take things somewhat easy tomorrow; the plan is now to call tomorrow morning to verify, but expect to be heading downtown after lunch.