steadily sorting

i woke up early this morning, and took the opportunity to do laundry. a little old woman who didn't speak english or french was busy down there, so we made do with pointing to indicate free machines. i came back up to eat breakfast, returned in time to transfer everything to the dryer, then napped for the half an hour that the dryer should have taken. i struggled to get up and wait for another half an hour downstairs... a good thing our apartment is close enough to the laundry room that i have wifi access!

i don't know how i ended up reading 2003 comics from penny arcade while trying to catch up to today.

i knocked off items from my to-do list and set about acquiring gloves, pads and a helmet for snowboarding. i searched long and hard online, was consistently disappointed and suffered at the hands of an overloaded little netbook that couldn't handle the number of tabs i had open. i can't say i'm not unhappy with how this machines been operating since the upgrade. it's teh suck.

around 2pm i realized that the mec would be a good option, so i got dressed and walked to the closest stop. it was bitterly cold with an icy wind that punished me for my uncertainty vis-a-vis the stop's location (you can't operate an iphone with gloves on). i found it with only a little trouble and took a couple of fantastic photos while waiting for the bus. those were worth the frosty hands.

the assistant at the co-op was very helpful, and i walked out of there with a helmet, goggles, knee-pads and advice on where to try next. unfortunately, the sports experts* in rockland didn't have snowboarding gloves either. getting to the mall, though? the bright and varied hues of the sky mixing with the grand urbanity of the tangled mess of concrete highways as i walked over them was magical.

* even the third time he pronounced it with a french accent i was lost.

i stepped out into the mall's parking lot and straight into the most exquisite, breathtaking sunset. after consulting a map, i decided to forgo the bus and walk all the way home, which was quite a way. it was rewarding, though: i walked along a great suburban route with the sunset in all its glorious forms to my right and the moon hanging in a lilac sky over my left shoulder. the cold was barely bearable but the air in my lungs and the sense of natural wonder was well worth it.

i stopped at the starbucks because i needed to warm my hands on a hot cup of coffee. i didn't recognize anybody there and i didn't repeat last week's performance.

i came back home to drink pg's wine, stuff myself on the rest of my aunt's lentil soup that yang brought, talk to my mother, watch a few episodes of tiger and bunny, and then decide to go to bed. with that in mind, i've spent the past while adding pages because nicknaming my cousin "yang" has inspired me to rename a whole bunch of other people. and twitter's rendered their feeds inaccessible so i guess i'm off their service.