Ug, I have rarely been so devoid of any desire to write.


I have nothing to talk about. Actually, that's not true. Interesting and amusing things continue to occur but I don't think I have the ability to capture them in words or images. So I just don't bother to try. Pathetic.

The other day, a genuine Canadian rock icon slept in my spare bedroom. True story. Of course, the lame part is that I still haven't actually met him yet. We passed like ships in the night: me going to bed long before rockstars finish their gigs and then getting up to go to work long before brunch. But! Nonetheless! if you come spend the night at my house I will let you sleep on the same Ikea futon on which he crashed. I'm generous like that. Apparently he's a very nice normal person in "real life". Which I adore. Because Canadians, even the legitimately quasi-famous among us, should always be appropriately humble and self-depreciating.

I've been researching cheap/interesting exercise options. I love running but it's really not enough. I've been considering trying some sort of martial art. However, I still have a myriad of public school phys-ed related phobias. I get nervous and twitchy just thinking about being in a class full of eager jock-types. I can smell the old-sweat-and-chalkdust-triggered flashbacks already.

We've gotten out skating a couple of times. One of the wonderful winter things about Ottawa is all the local skating rinks. The park near our house is basically just hosed-down and cleared-off but it's almost always empty (there's a nicer "proper" outdoor rink a couple of blocks away). The other night, the air was a perfect cold with softly falling snow. There was enough of a layer of snow on the ice so the kid had a blast just toddling around the rink in her giant pink michelin-man snowsuit while we skated. She adores the baby swings too. Giggling like mad the higher and faster we push her. She might look like her Poppa but she's all me when there's a chance for an adrenaline rush. We were also cracking up watching her "luge" down the playground slides and onto the snowpacked-ground.

I've been baking and cooking up a storm. Maybe I'm weird this way but I've been so inspired by our dietary restrictions. Cutting out the grains has had both health and food-enjoyment benefits for us. Some people see dietary limits as a huge burden but I've always enjoyed a cooking challenge. Tweaking old recipes and finding new ones that meet the requirements. This weekend I made a killer cheesecake with raspberry coulis and a second successful run at an incredible pumpkin cake. I've also perfected my recipe for meatza - done properly, I promise you'll never go back to a flavourless flour crust again. My new zucchini-instead-of-noodles lasagna is phenomenal. Some time I'll invite you for dinner and you can confirm it. Then you can sleep in my spare bed.