Monthly Archives: December 2005

Which is exceptional so early in the year. For sure we’ll have a white Christmas.

Pigeons on a wire in our neighbour’s yard.

When we came back to the service building after our hike there was a young fox on the parking lot. He was totally not afraid of people and came very close to me. Too close for comfort since foxes can carry rabies. It’s such a beautiful animal, I’m glad my last name is derived from the most famous, Reynaert the fox. Apparently this story was so popular in mediaeval France that they named the animal after the main character of this story, Renard.

I went with the McGill Outdoors Club for a hike in the national park (although it is of course just a provincial park) Mont Tremblant. We were very late because we had to wait for our trip leader. He never showed up (later we heard he had totally slept through his alarm clock and the doorbell when two of us went to his house) so we went, more than an hour late, by ourselves.

There was just enough snow to make it pretty, and fortunately not enough to make us sink deep into the snow.

Alison went with her team from work to a pool hall. It might be the last time her team is together since there a big layoffs ahead.

(I wasn’t there, but she had borrowed my camera. A fact that I now gratuitously use to publish this picture.)

When she came home she said to me: “We have to practise!”
Note the “we”.

Thousands of people went outside in the bitter cold to demonstrate against Global warming. I was one of them. When I was marching in the cold wind I thought I should have made a sign with the words “Je gËle” on it. But I hadn’t.

It’s amazing what they can do these days. Resurrect the master of Pop Art himself.

(Of course it was not Andy himself who was performing, but the Dandy Warhols. The concert was apparently not sold out, because a scalper tried to sell us tickets below the ticket price. We graciously declined because I was tired from dancing and Alison from working late the night before.)