Make no mistake

It's fall and it's beautiful. While today is suitably cold, grey skied and rainy, the weather has been majestic, the colours splendid, and Pittsburgh generally delightful. Makes waiting for the bus a little less tedious for sure.

Lately I have been doing a lot of this

It is feeling like small things take a long time, two hours bus transit yesterday, most of it at the stops, inhaling other peoples' cigarettes (why oh why can't they just stand still while smoking and not follow the bystander moving out of their way), three hours for a quick errand on Friday, most of it in the rain... sigh. If only my reading material wasn't equally depressing(see here http://www.quarterlyessay.com/ ).. a little flat this week.

and as we walked around circular quay...

moony monday

i am not sure if was jamie oliver's mulled wine recipe, the excitement of the tour de france sprint off, or just way too much dessert before bed but i really only managed four hours sleeplat night. yes darling em i thought of you and your weeks on end of sleeplessness. i got up several times after trying to fight it, tried yoga and some warm milk - and ended up curled up on the couch at 2am while matt talked me through the finer points of pelatons and cycling. at six i just got up, dried off my very own bike seat, wrapped my hands up in mittens and cycled in to work. the moon was so big and low and full in the pre dawn sky it was simply breathtaking - or was that just the cold?

this is my walk to work...

...past the familiar facades of sutherland street, perhaps a moment to smell the roses, a left down hope street until the funny corner with the spirally tree and the fat green chefs, past the construction workers already busy in the crisp cold day, under the pontian club sign where soon enough the footpath will be filled with the old, smoking, greek men who call this club home, another left onto victoria street past my new local (though not yet my favourite) and towards ray for a coffee before hitting sydney road, heading city ward and finding my desk in the wee corner of the monolithic merri street factory...

mornings

lygon street, empty street sundays, golden tower lighting the early morning cycle to abbotsford.

saturday

it was cold and grey for most of saturday. chloe and alba stopped by in the morning and alba, not content with the rice pudding i had cooked that morning, tried a sample from my garden, most of which came back up again. phew. i ran into matt at the train station. he came and found me at the climate rally. both moments were nice. we hadn't seen much of each other lately. hard to believe in global warming when your toes are numb and your ears are burning from the cold. nevertheless it was a powerful thing to be claiming swanston street, sitting out the front of the town hall (labour party conference was happening inside), jangling keys and watching the fray -families and friends - feeling all in all like there is a growing momevement committed to real change and that it will start with us. or that it already has.

(image from friends of the earth)