On Sunday, January 25, Toronto had a record snowfall. It was waist deep but very light, so shovelling a pathway was surprisingly easy. Just as well that the Sunday afternoon history salon wasn't on that week, otherwise I might have tried to go to it just in case it wasn't cancelled!
My book club met a week late to talk about Educated. (Tara Westover's family was like the Waltons on acid!) Next month we're reading Martha Beck's Beyond Anxiety.
A couple of weeks ago Debbie and I saw the Alan Bennett-Nicholas Hytner choir movie The Choral. It wasn't bad--it reminded me of my own experience in choruses--but it did include one shameless cliche: an MIA soldier thought to be dead returns without calling ahead, causing his girlfriend to faint!
Last week John P. and I saw Amanda Seyfried in The Testament of Ann Lee, about the woman who founded the Shakers. (I rewatched Ken Burns' fascinating PBS documentary about the sect.) It's a beautiful, stylish hagiography.
Moira and I are rewatching The Wire. It's a great show that never loses its freshness; if anything, I understand it better and better with repeat viewings!
Yesterday was my 64th birthday. I bought a big strawberry shortcake at Loblaw's and we ate felafels from the corner shop.
I'm now reading Cleopatra: Last Queen of Egypt for next week's History Meetup. I've passed Level 100 in Empire City and Level 4100 in Candy Crush Saga!
The latest issue of Harper's is really interesting! There are articles on America's gambling problem, London as seen by the Situationists, the issue of Presidential pardons, and the legacy of the War on Drugs in the Philippines.
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