Being that James' dad was sick James and I decided to tackel the trip on our own we left out of Peterborough sometime after 9:30 on Tuesday and got into Rockmart around 7:00 Thursday morning. Trip took a little longer because we stopped and slept for six hours, but we still made it in great time. We were greeted by my family when we got here, they where all about to leave to do their stuff they do each day, and Drew came in that afternoon. HE and my dad are going to South Dakota, it's an annual trip with Dad and some friends.
Anyways we left for Carrollton that afternoon and got to meet Jessie's new little one, Cedric and he is beautiful.
We got to say hello and squeeze attack the corner folks which was the best.
I must go though,
Hillery
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Friday, November 9, 2007
Snow. And going south.
It started to snow last night, just before James and I headed downtown to the coffee shop. They weren't just little flurries, but medium sized(because James' dad says they get much larger) fluffy flakes. It continued to snow all evening and when I woke up this morning around 8 a.m. there was a light layer of snow on the roofs and the trees and there was James' dad standing outside the door of James and I's studio holding a snow ball and despite my pushing and tugging, James wouldn't wake up.
They say the sky here looks like snow, that you can always tell. The sky is clouded and everything seems to have a bit more of blue tint than usual, just because of the light filtering through the clouds.
One of the great and wonderful things about Peterborough is there is a Quaker Oats factory in town, just two blocks from down town really and almost everyday when you walk outside no matter what side of inner city your are on it smells like cookies, you know brown sugar and oats. Oh man it smells yummy and boy is it great. Can you imagin getting up in the morning walking out onto the porch with your morning coffee, snow flakes falling and the smell of fresh baked cookies in the air.
It really is unbelievable.
Well James, his dad and I are driving down to Georgia at the start of next week, it was going to be tomorrow but our trip has been delayed. That's fine by me even though I am missing my family a bit, especially my Dad, and missing the square in Carrollton. I am excited about American Thanksgiving. My family will get to eat all together again at my gran's house which is exciting because we haven't done that in a year or two.
Canadian thanks giving is already past, it was October 8th, I can't imagine not having Thanksgiving between Halloween and Christmas, it just doesn't feel right.
But it's kind of neat because I get to have to Thanksgivings, though I missed the Canadian one this year. Usually James' mom goes all out and lights candles and has a big turkey on the table and what not and brussle sprouts, I love brussel sprouts.
Anyways, hope you are well and can't wait to be down south.
They say the sky here looks like snow, that you can always tell. The sky is clouded and everything seems to have a bit more of blue tint than usual, just because of the light filtering through the clouds.
One of the great and wonderful things about Peterborough is there is a Quaker Oats factory in town, just two blocks from down town really and almost everyday when you walk outside no matter what side of inner city your are on it smells like cookies, you know brown sugar and oats. Oh man it smells yummy and boy is it great. Can you imagin getting up in the morning walking out onto the porch with your morning coffee, snow flakes falling and the smell of fresh baked cookies in the air.
It really is unbelievable.
Well James, his dad and I are driving down to Georgia at the start of next week, it was going to be tomorrow but our trip has been delayed. That's fine by me even though I am missing my family a bit, especially my Dad, and missing the square in Carrollton. I am excited about American Thanksgiving. My family will get to eat all together again at my gran's house which is exciting because we haven't done that in a year or two.
Canadian thanks giving is already past, it was October 8th, I can't imagine not having Thanksgiving between Halloween and Christmas, it just doesn't feel right.
But it's kind of neat because I get to have to Thanksgivings, though I missed the Canadian one this year. Usually James' mom goes all out and lights candles and has a big turkey on the table and what not and brussle sprouts, I love brussel sprouts.
Anyways, hope you are well and can't wait to be down south.
Monday, November 5, 2007
I love it here.
So I love it.
Despite the cold and the recent rain Peterborough is amazing. It has so much to offer.
Yesterday, James, his dad and I all went to this Viking exhibit at the Peterborough Museum. It was fantastic, there where these people there dressed up and acting as vikings. They where demonstrating the real thing too, working as black smiths and making knives with just a fire and a simple air pump, spinning yarn on hand spindles with of wool that they had sheared, cooking over fires and weaving blankets, playing period instruments that they had made them selves. I mean it was incredible, the people where twice as impressive as the artifacts because you could actually interact with them. And I wanted to run away with them, at least I thought about it.
But hey I got to weave some of a blanket. Yeah, I'm the best.
It's so great here, you walk almost everywhere. James and I walk down to the coffee shops almost everyday to sit a while or down two blocks to the corner store to buy James' smokes.
There is a public transit system which is amazing, and all the faces are so friendly.
You start to recognize folks on your rout to down town and associate them with different blocks Like homeless guy two blocks south of the house, smiley nice lady three blocks east, weird Chinese restaurant workers north west (which is rumored to use dog in there dishes.) In any case it's fun and way too cold to get boring.
It's kinda like a book. A middle class industrial town in Canada and all of the sudden this girl from down in Georgia shows up. Reminds me of a play we did in seventh grade at Rome Middle, The Hollywood Hillbillies.
Of course nobody knows till I ask for a glass of wine at a pub and they take a good look at my i.d. most are fascinated by it, till somebody wants another form of identification because they've never seen one like that before and are unsure if it's the real deal, I can't really help it if I look 15 I refuse to wear eye liner.
But life is good and there are book stores everywhere with tons of used books. So many that I can barely ever decide what to choose. I could use some recommendations, but oh well.
I will post pictures soon, I just keep procrastinating.
I'm great and I hope you're great, stop in sometime.
Despite the cold and the recent rain Peterborough is amazing. It has so much to offer.
Yesterday, James, his dad and I all went to this Viking exhibit at the Peterborough Museum. It was fantastic, there where these people there dressed up and acting as vikings. They where demonstrating the real thing too, working as black smiths and making knives with just a fire and a simple air pump, spinning yarn on hand spindles with of wool that they had sheared, cooking over fires and weaving blankets, playing period instruments that they had made them selves. I mean it was incredible, the people where twice as impressive as the artifacts because you could actually interact with them. And I wanted to run away with them, at least I thought about it.
But hey I got to weave some of a blanket. Yeah, I'm the best.
It's so great here, you walk almost everywhere. James and I walk down to the coffee shops almost everyday to sit a while or down two blocks to the corner store to buy James' smokes.
There is a public transit system which is amazing, and all the faces are so friendly.
You start to recognize folks on your rout to down town and associate them with different blocks Like homeless guy two blocks south of the house, smiley nice lady three blocks east, weird Chinese restaurant workers north west (which is rumored to use dog in there dishes.) In any case it's fun and way too cold to get boring.
It's kinda like a book. A middle class industrial town in Canada and all of the sudden this girl from down in Georgia shows up. Reminds me of a play we did in seventh grade at Rome Middle, The Hollywood Hillbillies.
Of course nobody knows till I ask for a glass of wine at a pub and they take a good look at my i.d. most are fascinated by it, till somebody wants another form of identification because they've never seen one like that before and are unsure if it's the real deal, I can't really help it if I look 15 I refuse to wear eye liner.
But life is good and there are book stores everywhere with tons of used books. So many that I can barely ever decide what to choose. I could use some recommendations, but oh well.
I will post pictures soon, I just keep procrastinating.
I'm great and I hope you're great, stop in sometime.
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