Ah, so much to tell. Or maybe not. Who knows? It is ridiculously freezing cold here in the city, and I am once again reminded of why I occasionally curse my decision to come north for school. Only occasionally, though, it's very seldom that I ever feel that I could be happier anywhere else in Ontario. North Bay has been good to me, and it will be quite difficult to leave it behind at the end of this year, if I get to go to grad school. I am hopeful that I will be able to return here, though, or at least somewhere in the north.
I spent the weekend in Toronto with Benjamin, who accompanied me to see a Gordon Lightfoot tribute concert, which was much better than such things as are normally associated with the words "tribute concert". Catherine MacKinnon was there, as well as Bob Snider, one of the guys from Moxy Fruvous, and Aengus Finnan (who I just adore); it was made all the more special for the addition of secret surprise guest #1, Ron Sexsmith, who performed a beautiful version of "I'm Not Supposed to Care" and won me over with his quiet on stage demeanour and apparent need for a really big hug.
But the best part after that was that Gordon Lightfoot himself was actually there, sitting a mere two tables away from us. A class act, that one, if a bit on the eccentric side.
Other than that I passed the weekend by spending WAY too much money on books that I really wanted.