A few minutes ago, Hobbes farted, and instead of dissipating like you’d expect, it has instead expanded to fill the entire apartment. There is not a corner unsaturated. It’s horrific.
"It is the trust in our personal relationships that create results we can trust in the world. I think Thomas Merton says it best: ‘Do not depend on the hope of results … you may have to face the fact that your work will be apparently worthless and even achieve no result at all, if not perhaps results opposite to what you expect. As you get used to this idea, you start more and more to concentrate not on the results, but on the value, the rightness, the truth of the work itself … you gradually struggle less and less for an idea and more and more for speciﬁc people … In the end, it is the reality of personal relationship that saves everything.’"
Tim Merry quoting Thomas Merton in “Learnings from Civic Engagement: Part 1 New Beginnings and Trust" (Written for the International Association of Facilitators, Europe Newsletter, March 2013). (via missmosnarylime)
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Today is warm and very windy. I’m half hoping we’ll get some thunderstorm before tomorrow gets here with its—get this—7-15cm of snow. It’s supposed to be cold tomorrow and then Wednesday and then warm again, so I’m holding onto the end of the week rather than the middle.
Applesauce bran muffins: A+ gold star smiley face.
Or, well, they stuck to the wrappers, so points off for presentation I guess, but bonus marks for flavor and lingering smells in the apartment more than balance.I’m an adequate cook, but a darn good baker.
I just made a batch of amaaaaaaaazing strawberry scones. Yay projects! Tomorrow I’m working on apple bran muffins.
Made a haircut appointment. It’s only the second time I’ve gotten my hair cut in Toronto in three years. The first spring was when I got the short cut, then last spring I got a boring cut when I was in Illinois, then at Christmas I got a cut in Halifax, but it’s grown out weirdly and I need to get things shaped up.
I hate getting my haircut. I hate making small talk with stylists and worrying that it’s going to come out hinky. It usually comes out hinky; my hair isn’t especially cooperative. But it’s either this or taking the buzzer to it (which, for all the temptation, I know I’d regret), because it’s driving me bananas.