Last night (well, the afternoon really) I moved into my new place…no internet access, so entries are going to be back-dated for a while. You’ll just have to cope as I am not rich enough to get myself hooked up and supposedly my landlords (who live upstairs and are not super quiet, by the by) are getting high-speed and are interested in halfing the bill with me.
Okay…all that to get to my point. I promptly started reading Marcel Proust’s Swann’s Way as I have readings due for tomorrow, and the ouverture has this beautiful bit about how when you are falling asleep or waking up your mind replays all the rooms you have ever fallen asleep in. It was very fitting for my first night in my own place. I am loving this reading assignment.
I went out with Anabelle this afternoon. We walked from my place to the Eaton Centre, shopped for a couple of hours (I bought a black shirt for my grandfather’s funeral) and then got on the metro to go to Ana’s where we watched a Film Noir called Brick. It was my first of the genre. It was good. I had some trouble following the dialogue at times, but I think that may have had more to do with our watching the movie on a laptop than anything else. Ana then took me out for dinner (my birthday present) to St. Viateur’s on Monkland. The Moo Moo is awesome (roast beef, swiss, lettuce, tomato and Dijon mustard) but is beaten by their artichoke salad. Yum.
I walked home. I stopped at Pharmaprix to pick up some cotton. My landlords make quite a bit of noise when they walk. Not complaining, I am completely aware that this is the nature of a basement apartment, but that doesn’t mean I can’t do my best to muffle the various sounds. Yes, I know earplugs would be more effective, but I still want to hear my phone ring, my alarm sound and other IMPORTANT noises like the kettle boiling. That and earplugs make my ears hurt from the pressure. Cotton may not be as effective, but it is more comfortable.
Tonight will be my first night alone here. I think I will be okay. Back to Proust.