I'm finding it hard to believe it's Thursday already. The past week has involved a certain amount of drama. I hate drama. But here's the strange thing. I only hate drama when it's in real life. Give me a good fictional crime or period drama and I can't get enough of it. I've blogged about this once before.
I've been on a bit of a binge lately and have just finished watching Line of Duty, Scott and Bailey and the latest season of Vera. Now I'm onto season 2 of Broadchurch. I hope I can hold up to the emotional roller coaster this show is. Broadchurch makes me feel a bit like someone passing by a horrific car accident who knows it's going to be awful to look, but just can't quite stop themselves from sneaking a peek. I really do need to cut back on my crime show consumption though. Jay was away one night this week visiting his sister and I had a very hard time falling asleep. I just couldn't stop looking at the bedroom door. Waiting. Watching. Listening. Imagining bad things.
Thank you for all the great comments you left on my last post. Quite a few of you commented on the fact we have things growing already. I have to admit, having spent most of my life in places where no green thing would dare pop its head up this early, it seems a bit strange to me as well. But the corner of British Columbia we live in has quite a mild climate. Yes, we do get snow, but it doesn't stay around for too long. And while we do get cold snaps (the coldest it has been so far in the two winters we have been here was -17 C), the temperatures usually hover a few degrees above freezing.
A few of you wondered about the need for a hat when things look so lovely and green. Well, there's a downside to the weather here, and a reason things are so green. It's a nasty four letter word called RAIN. We get tons of it. So even though our temperatures are moderate during the winter, there's a damp, pervasive cold that permeates the bones. It would be a rare winter day that I wouldn't have a hat or headband on, along with a pair of mitts, when I went out walking. We do get the occasional dry day wedged in between the wet ones though. Here's the sun burning off the fog along the Vedder River.
I was also asked about how the couch cushion covers came out after being washed. I'm happy to report they look just like new. Maybe even better, given the reason for washing them in the first place, they also smell like new. Of course, right after they were dry and I put them back on I forgot to wipe Fergus's paws when he came inside, and the first thing he did was run and jump up on the couch. Sigh...
Yesterday morning I read The Hostess of the Humble Bungalow's post on some of the blue things in her life. Then in the afternoon when I was hiking up Teapot Hill I spotted this teacup someone had left beside the trail. After reading her post earlier in the day I just had to stop and take this picture. (It normally wouldn't be a big deal to take a picture, but my phone battery is on its last legs, and as soon as I pull it out of my pocket and expose it to the cold air it dies.)
Finally, in a post that has no theme whatsoever, I had to pop into the library today and pick up a book that I had put on hold. It suddenly occurred to me that one of the books I have written might be there, so I decided to have a look.
I have to admit I was tempted to check it out.