How about a bit of fluff for the blog? Why not, it's not as though this is a place of high-brow, brilliant revelations anyway. Jewels is responsible for instigating it - I read her blog a few weeks ago and it said that I was 'tagged' - in other words, people who get tagged have to write a blog of their own to reveal 6 things that most people don't know about you. Normally you then tag people yourself, but I don't really have much time to read blogs anymore and don't know who would even pick up on that! In any case, here you go:

1) I rub my feet against each other at night as I fall asleep. It's comforting, but otherwise I have no idea when or why I started doing this.
2) I still haven't figured out the recycling system in the underground parking of my building, and for some reason I'm fearful of it. I have dedicated one full cupboard to storing old containers until I get the guts to wander around that dingy place and find the bin to dump everything.
3) I'm not convinced I will die old.
4) I bite my tongue when I concentrate.
5) The background for most of my dreams is my grand-parents' house in Aylmer, Québec.
6) I can take up to (and sometimes more if I'm lucky) 10 seperate food & drink orders at the pub without writing anything down.

Voilà. Fluff, just like the snow that's finally settled here. Speaking of snow, all of a sudden we're less than three weeks away from Christmas, which I find shocking. I usually see it dragging on for ages before it finally comes around, but this year I wasn't even prepared for the full-out xmas decorations when I arrived at my parents' home the other day. Yet, I am happy for this because I'm actually feeling excited about the impending holidays and celebrations. The lights on the Christmas tree and on the spruce tree in the yard are like little gorgeous gems, and it makes me feel so cozy just to be here during this time of year. I'll try and take photos tonight and post them soon.

And on the subject of the holidays, I'll be working on new year's eve at the pub. I saw that the shift was open and that everyone seems to be avoiding it, so I decided to resolve the question and just make it another night at Chez Lucien's. I'll still be in a festive environment - although I know it might potentially get crazy in there - and end the night with money in my back pocket and no possibility of a hangover. So voilà, case closed on another overrated event. However, I do have a few festive parties to attend; the first is a party at my old co-worker's home in Hull, where everyone needs be in their chicest attire and bring a good wine, cheese, and a gift that starts with the letter 'R'; the second is the staff xmas party at a nice restaurant, a cocktail and supper affair where significant others are invited to attend. I wanted to buck the trend and decided to bring Manon as my date! Should be ok, despite the fact that, of course, we'll just end up talking shop. Ah well, so long as I've got a nice glass of wine in my hand, that can be forgiven.

Here's another tidbit of info that I haven't shared with anyone. It means nothing, and probably imperceivable to anyone else, but it delights and comforts me in a soft, happy way: I know there is a cat in the apartment above me; I've seen him sitting up in the window above when Sonny stayed with me for a week and would do the same, perched on the window sill and looking down at me in the courtyard outside. Every morning as I wake and lie in bed, I hear the cat jump down or run off by the sounds of a big thud or accelerated pattering, and it makes me smile. I like knowing the cat is right there, just seperated by a ceiling. And I know, I know, I'm the silliest girl there ever was.