Jules Verne -> A Journey to the Center of the Earth -> Chapter 3
Listening to the audio book in English narrated by Tim Curry, while trying to read the kindle book in French. This line makes me smile:
(French)
Ah ! tu aimes Graüben ! reprit mon oncle d’un véritable ton de tuteur !
— Oui… Non… balbutiai-je !
— Ah ! tu aimes Graüben, reprit-il machinalement.
(English)
“Aha! you are in love with Grauben?” he said, with the right look for a guardian.
“Yes; no!” I stammered.
“You love Grauben,” he went on once or twice dreamily. 17 hours ago

Waking up with a purring cat. 2 days ago

my life has channged again and so have i really..
i’m getting older and wiser but also that equates to lazier and less enthusiastic in my case…
i’m also living back in toronto after a several years abscence.

Its time to really look at my life and recognize what things i do light up the days for me and what i do out of duty or habit that could be tossed aside.

i’ll just add as i go.

1. being tired enough go to bed on time
2. facebook baby updates from friends
3. spicy chocolate
4. staying up late with my guy to talk politics/life/love
5. flip flops
6. nesting up the house.
7. making homemade christmas presents.
8. the occasional beer and sports game at a bar by myself.
9. archery with the atc.
10. brunch with gzrg on saturday mornings
11. playing kinect games specifically fable
12. designing and making custom accesories for archery
13. pinterest
14. running at lunchtime
15. having a weekday food system ie: 2 hb eggs for breakfast.
16. kayaking on toronto harbour
17. spending time with the neices and nephews
18. borrowing robs car!
19. marlowes morning commute banter
20. slava singing with his p.a./keyboard in the breakroom
21. robs cats.
22. HUGS from my baby.
23. texts from sarah jane and maegs
24. beers out with steph
25. 3 days ago

86. erika
87. le petit prince
88. pugs
89. MoMA
90. new york city (how did it take me this long to post this!)

this little passage sums up my love for new york

“Quite simply, I was in love with New York. I do not mean “love” in any colloquial way, I mean that I was in love with the city, the way you love the first person who ever touches you and you never love anyone quite that way again. I remember walking across Sixty-second Street one twilight that first spring, or the second spring, they were all alike for a while. I was late to meet someone but I stopped at Lexington Avenue and bought a peach and stood on the corner eating it and knew that I had come out out of the West and reached the mirage. I could taste the peach and feel the soft air blowing from a subway grating on my legs and I could smell lilac and garbage and expensive perfume and I knew that it would cost something sooner or later – because I did not belong there, did not come from there – but when you are twenty-two or twenty-three, you figure that later you will have a high emotional balance, and be able to pay whatever it costs. I still believed in possibilities then, still had the sense, so peculiar to New York, that something extraordinary would happen any minute, any day, any month.”
— “Goodbye To All That,” Joan Didion 1 week ago

65. Going to London
66. The sun!!
67. Bookstores
68. Watching scandal
69. Taking care of my hair again
70. Skype
71. Family
72. Friends so far from home
73. My program
74. Meeting people
75. Millie’s cookies
76. Wimbledon
77. Rome
78. Dublin
79. Reading a gorgeously written novel
80. Water filter
81. The Avengers/Miles Morales’ Spiderman
82. New Girl
83. Youtube
84. Concerts
85. Warm weather 2 weeks ago

I’ve been following the GAPS diet strictly for about 14 months now. That means no grains whatsoever. I feel so much better on this diet than I ever have eating a conventional American diet. But recently I had a yen for popcorn. I needed popcorn. It’s definitely not GAPS legal, but I figured after so long on the diet, my gut was probably healed to the point where I could begin cheating once in awhile. So I made popcorn. A lot of popcorn. I smothered it in sea salt and Kerrygold butter and chowed down.

My god, was it DELICIOUS.

I didn’t appear to react to it at all, which is awesome. So now I allow myself some popcorn once a week. Anything made with processed oils, grains, and refined sugar is out of the question, so popcorn has become a practically decadent treat for me.

YUM. 2 weeks ago

its a good idea ，i will do this for i do not know what to do in my free time 2 weeks ago

56. Decluttering my house. Tossing the garbage, recycling and boxing up items for charity that someone else can use.

57. Listening to music, especially music heard from a distance being played outside.

58. Reading a very good book, one you know you will read again someday.

59. Waking up in the morning after an excellent dream.

60. Eastern Washington in spring, the bare hills green with flecks of yellow, purple and white against the painted rocks. 3 weeks ago

5) Tracking my goals on 43things!
6) Beautiful sunny days filled with spring colors :) 4 weeks ago

Elephant trekking,
Trying new foods
Fiji
Watching the sun rise
Great white shark diving
Diving in general
Seeing the Taj Mahal for the first time
Traveling
Not seeing an old friend for a really long time then having the best catch up
Mange Tout 4 weeks ago

My home state… I miss it all the time and can’t wait to go back. :-) 1 month ago

86. Wild flowers
87. A hedgehog who lives under my window
88. Laughing at funny internet stuff
89. People who are kind to animals
90. Improving my willpower
91. Evenings spent making creative things
92. Movie marathons
93. The pair of neighbor Doves (I know I said birds, but these are special)
94. Afternoon naps
95. Warm temperature inside wile outside is freezing
96. Fireplaces/ stoves that work on wood
97. Having my back scratched
98. Home decoration (every little thing that can make your home a prettier place)
99. Very successful exams
100. Completing this goal! :) 1 month ago

76. Doing a “twenty minute” thinkings session 1 month ago

As it stands, we’ve got more stuff than I’d like. To his credit, my fella has cheerlessly departed with a bunch of crap over the five years we’ve been together. In my opinion, however, he’s got plenty more crap to get rid of. The man is a pack-rat, and it drives me nuts. His mom is the same way, so the apple doesn’t have far to fall from the tree, I suppose. That’s fine for her house, but he doesn’t understand why I don’t want to live that way.

I’m not entirely ascetic or minimalistic. A barren home wouldn’t be very pleasing to my senses either. But I love when everything has a place that is out of sight, yet easy to get to when needed. The problem with our apartment is (lack of) storage. We simply haven’t got much to work with. I refuse to spend money on a storage locker or shed each month, so for now my boyfriend has crammed just about everything but the kitchen sink into our closets.

Sigh.

Bless his heart; he tries. He wants nothing more than my happiness. But he attaches some sort of happiness or emotional investment to his possessions, most of which he does not use or do anything with. They just sit around collecting dust. When I question him about the point of keeping said objects, he murmurs something about wanting them around just in case. “Just in case” of what?, I’d like to know. We both know very well he’ll never find the time for his “just in case” moment.

A tidy, organized home that has slightly more than bare essentials but not enough so that my stuff controls me is something that makes me very, very happy indeed. It drowns out the chaos that lives eternally inside my brain. It provides sanctuary after a long, hard day. It’s essential to my well-being.

I think I’m finally getting him to understand this…just a little.

(Image not my own) 1 month ago

79. Learning new skills
80. Decluttering
81. Colorful notebooks
82. Colorful pens
83. Losing weight
84. Bright green grass in the spring
85. Cookbooks 1 month ago