Due to my renewed interest in knitting, I’ve been paying attention to any knitwear and inadvertently sizing up the craftsmanship of the piece. During the Harry Potter 4 movie, I actually counted the number of rows required to duplicate the movie’s House scarves (thanks to several close-up shots of Hermione and Harry). The Gryffindor one is: *40 rows of maroon; 4 rows of gold; 8 rows of maroon; 4 rows of gold; repeat from * until scarf-y.

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Sure, Christmas is closing in now, but I don’t like how stores shifted into Christmas mode before the Thanksgiving season was over. It’s as if they all conspired to work a graveyard shift on Halloween so that start-of-day, November 1st has erased all traces of spooky and turkeyish things from our collective consumer memory. And it’s not just the stores get a jump-start on the holidays. I came home yesterday afternoon to find a Christmas tree in our lobby. It’s not even December, for God’s sake!

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On the way to lunch, I passed by a construction site where a tank-like digging machine was sitting on top of a semi-truck-like bed, while doing it’s digging business. It would probably not have been anything of interest if it wasn’t for the fact that the digger was not completely square on the bed. It’s not every day you see a giant machine teetering dangerously into a construction pit at a 15 degree angle. Should’ve snapped a photo…I don’t think I’m doing the situation justice. (shiver) I hate being around construction!

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I am inexplicably afraid of the elevator at home. Not of the ones at work or the ones I was in today to go to the 22nd floor of the very high Province/Sun building. Just the one to and from my 16th floor apartment. Every time I step into it, for an instant my mind envisions an earthquake hitting the city, causing the elevator cables to snap, but not immediately–with enough warning that I will know that I’ll be plummeting to my doom after the last of the wires give. Silly imagination.