le journal de wendy lehar

Hope everyone had a good Thanksgiving. I went to a potluck dinner for all us poor library people stuck in Montreal this weekend. There was lots of good food (ham, no turkey), plenty of pie and wine. But, alas, no stuffing. Stuffing is the best part of holiday dinners, but none of us could find any stovetop here, and we’re obviously too lazy to make it from scratch. I am resigned to bringing some back with me when I come home.

It’s gotten pretty cold here, plus I’m sick which makes it worse. Yesterday I wore a scarf all day at home. We were all complaining about how cold it is, then my roommate remembered that it’s going to get 40 degrees colder than this at some point. I don’t know how I’ll survive. Perhaps more poutine is in order, to boost my thermal capacity. Or one of those full body down suits that mountaineers wear to climb K2.

This weekend we also discovered a strange underground movement in Montreal: medieval sword fighting. It all started when I was on the bus, and there was this guy with a wooden sword and a big shield with a lion on it. Later that day my roommates went for a walk up Mont Royal, where they encountered a mass battle re-enactment taking place. It was a large group of men dressed in medieval garb, yelling loudly and hitting each other with swords. Perhaps next week they are rescuing damsels in distress, if only I knew where to volunteer.

Today I could not for the life of me figure out how to spell “raisin”.  As in rum raisin pudding.  I had to look it up!  How did I get into grad school???

Today I’m walking down the street, and there are these three guys sitting in front of a little (Turkish?) restaurant smoking a hookah!  Seriously, straight out of Alice in Wonderland.

“After queuing up at the cakeshop of luuurve for ages, I have accidentally bought two cakes.”

From the new Georgia Nicholson book, Love is a Many Trousered Thing

I made the best new cookies ever…peanut butter with chocolate chips…yumm!