I've taught my cat how to retrieve a bouncy foamy ball if I throw it down the hall. She doesn't care about fetching the non-foamy ones. It's the best.
In other news, not much news. Haven't had more than one class since I've been back, due to some sickness (not me), meeting, and plain old scheduling.
The meeting was put on by the Rooms museum for the Provincial Archaeology Office, the Nunatsiavut Government. It was for all grads doing archaeology in the province, since these are the main people we'll have to deal with for getting permits, submitting reports, housing materials, etc. It was pretty boring at most times. After the presentations we got a tour of the Rooms collections storage facilities in the basement.
I'm at a coffee shop called Coffee Matters, a local version or high-class coffee, chocolates, and a few baked goods and sandwiches. So far its the only place I have heard of or been in that has free wireless, good coffee, and a nice sitting environment. There are always at least 2 others with their laptops out. But there are also a lot of chatty Newfies from young to old. The kind of crowd you'd get at Second Cup in Westdale, but less students. Its downtown, and expensive, thus out of range for most uni kids. At least this location on Military Rd.
I can't seem to be a productive reader today, even though I have been up since 8am. Had to drop a reading assignment off at 9, then picked up 2 old rolls of film I found while digging up my camera stuff. One roll turned out to be from Homeplace Ranch in Alberta, where I worked in the summer after first year. I can't believe its been hiding all that time. The second roll was from last December, my grandpa's birthday and Christmassy type stuff. Not all the shots turned out, but enough to get excited about. I'm supposed to be reading the last 190 pages of a text for Thursday.
Blah. Id rather be designing the plans for my own cafe, that wouldnt be as expensive, and would have much better goodies.
-The Snark
3 comments:
you and your cafe, beware, the baking lures you in, but then baking becomes work
-the fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are underlings
Would your own café be Anthropoligically themed? It does seem very high-class, much more so than something I would expect to see in NL.
it would be archaeological in the sense that i would dig through sweet antiques for cheap deals!
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