Flower Pot

I think my eyes are starting to die.

I'm the only person in my family who doesn't wear glasses, and it's always been an odd source of pride for me. But now, my right eye is consistently "tired" feeling. And things are fuzzy if I close my left eye. They've been fine for so long, I've never even been to an eye doctor.

Balls. I don't want my eyesight to go all wacky. Things definitely changed when I was in university though, what with all that reading and typing and reading. Baaaalls. It must have been that environmental ethics class. All those little words...

I have been researching bulldog breeders all weekend. It's surprisingly hard to find one who is having puppies when I need them. But oh, the pictures... It's like having a puppy heart attack of love every time I see those little chubby faces. My Better Half and I have still not decided on a name, but when we go for walks we experimentally yell out names down the street to see what we like.

"Rufus!"

"Magnus!"

"Ludwig!"

"Sunshine!"

"Flower Pot!"

We have a list of about forty names, so our walks get longer and longer.

I am starting to get bogged down with Ottawa wintering. I'm looking into making an escape to Toronto or Montreal for a weekend. It's nothing that a bit of visiting and shopping can't fix. And I've always wanted to take a train, having only tried out the trains in India. I hear the Canadian trains have toilets! Fricking awesome.