I spent the last few days thinking and doing nothing much of anything... (except cheering on Team Canada... well done guys and gals. Very well done.) Time to reconnect with old loves of the non boyfriend variety. The old boyfriends, well, they are best left in the past besides I can't remember most of their names.
In January, I joined the board of our local volunteer community newspaper. During our last meeting, the editor mentioned they were short of photos... so off I went on a assignment. Nothing spectacular... a bus, a school, and nunnery. (I kind of like the snowflakes blown out.)
Go to play skulk about a cloistered convent -- half expecting Mother Superior to come out and beat me with a ruler. We used to live on the Quebec side, I did secondaire 1 in a convent. Really, I am what happens when they send you to a nunnery. They call me whenever they need a successful grad for an ad. Yup, that's me, a poster child for good Catholicism. (Unemployed, shacked up with child born out of wedlock. That's a lot of time in hell, if you believe in all that.) With me, it's not so much that I fell, it was more of a leap.
I must admit that for the morning, I felt like I was back in journalism school on one of Ralph Plath's photo assignments. Not sure how he'd feel about my sneaking onto the ground of a cloistered convent. Then off to take photos of a school turning 100.He'd give me an F for not getting any people in these shots.
However, driving about the hood, taking photos was great fun. It was wet. Life in Ottawa has been wet of late. If I am going skulk about in the rain, I really need a pair of rubber boots. I got very wet feet.
Now, for my next project. Kapgar's Norman's Clone will be joining us for fun and frivolity on the upcoming Mickey Mouse-dom way...
