Nonsense was spoken and thought with gusto last weekend when Rock and I met Kelly and Eric in 100 Mile House. We played 10,000 and the baby die was jinxed. By dint of our lackadaisicalness we didn’t really do much, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way. Mom’s cat, FluffTerror, killed about 12 mice and 9 birds while I was there. That cat is a death machine. She also purrs a lot, purrs of death. We had champagne to celebrate our engagement. Champagne is a sparkling Dr.Pepper-like beverage that comes from a city in Germany called Cologne.

I lost and found both my watch and my wallet this week. The universe briefly teetered on the brink of explosion, but doom was narrowly and unceremoniously averted, once again. Poor doom, he’s always frustrated. I also finished my courses on educational policy and special needs in education (well, I just have one paper left). The policy course was useful because it was mostly about how teachers work within the larger field of education, and I plan to have a non-teaching job in the education field some (probably distant) day, so that stuff interests me. One of the books I am to read for next term costs 90 dollars in the bookstore. Happily, however, I stuck it to the man by ordering it online for 23 cents (really!). After tax it came to CDN $6.72. Granted, it’s used and not the correct edition, but still. School doesn’t restart until September fifth, so I‘ll be up in Prince George for most of the time between now and then. Hooray! I love PG.