Remember how I was saying that there were houses with colour-schemes you'd just never see in Toronto? This was the best example of that I saw anywhere. Though personally, I'd drop the violet in favour of more of the darker purple, I love this house. I'm going to marry it one day.

Skipping way ahead to Sunday, we went to see Return of the King, which was a significant trip (okay, so there are some potential drawbacks to living in the middle of nowhere). On the way back, I snapped this picture. There's a Foodland in the plaza 50 feet from my house, and it seems the 2^nd closest one is in Nova Scotia. Actually, they're all over the place out there, but the one in Toronto still seems out of place.

 

From proofreading friends essays etc., over the years I've become (overly) sensitive to misusage of commas (which I'm far from perfect with myself) and apostrophes. This sign made me laugh all 5 times I drove past it. And yet, it almost makes sense in a bizarre Nova Scotian way. Frenchy's is a chain. This one belongs to Guy. Regardless, it's horribly wrong.

Despite my parents not believing it, I cooked on a fairly regular basis while I was staying with Patricia. Just seemed fitting, since she had work to do. And with the exception of almost screwing up chicken one night, I did a good job of it, thank you very much Mom and Dad. And I didn't even have my wok. Mmmmm. Stir Fry.

 

It only took me all trip to remember, but I managed to remember to take a picture of Patricia. Who isn't terribly happy with how this picture turned out, but I like it just fine, thank you.

From here on out, I'm just trying to fill up the rest of the memory card. In retrospect, I should've taken higher-resolution pictures, but therein lies the problem. You never know how many pictures you're going to take. This picture was probably taken at a perfectly legal 110 km/h. Seriously, that's the speed limit.