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2001-02-05 || 981365641 Back from TO and loving every second! I just walked in the door from Toronto. Six hours in a car, beating through sleet and wind. At some point, a Suzuki swift careened by at about 160-- stupid, really stupid. Blowing snow and gusts of wind are NO GOOD for that kind of driving. As we finally crossed the border back into Qu�bec, Xymox blaring from the speakers, I looked back on my week-end, and felt great. It was just what I needed, though everyone in the car felt that familiar flush as we crossed from Ontario's well-tended highway into the bump and rattle of the Qu�bec road system. I've finally visited Ford, her B/F, and their stunning place. I was nervous as hell about meeting the man good enough for Ford; I think it sort of showed when I finally stumbled in her door on Friday night, fresh from having been completely lost in Toronto. Ford marvelled at my short hair, I marvelled at her long. She seems happier these days, more at ease or something, I guess. I wonder how I seemed to her? I was still a bit awkward to-day, but much less so. He's a really good guy. I was *really* ill last night, but Ford took care of me, and I was right as rain by suppertime, much to everyone's relief, I'm sure-- cf is a total *bitch* when he's ill. I saw nothing in TO that made me want to live there. (though I didn't see much) Nothing but Ford, that is. Anyway, I got some shots of their kinetic scultpture because someone is being a hassle about it ;-) Gagh! Bed-time, bed-time... I'm going to bed content to-night. I know that by the end of the week, my stupid, wasted little life will re-assert itself, and February will remind me that she's waiting for me, but for now, let me be happy just for a little while. ********** PS: Thanks for the love, guys. Right back at you. ********** Addendum Found out an interesting li'l tidbit on the way home: Apparently, Qu�bec is the fourth largest importer of Port on the planet, behind (I think) France, the UK, and the US. Not Canada, by the way, Qu�bec. Tha's a *lot* of port. |
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