It's been 5 months!

I believe I had my last cigarette on January 9, 2007.

I could actually "enjoy" second hand smoke the other day - meaning it didn't bug me, nor did I want one.

I got told Iwas "too old" for Facebook - you know - the very surprised "you're on it?"look . It's true - it's a lot of young people but it can be, apparently, addiciting. Right - another addiction.

I also have about 1000 great "drive-by"s (a word that is difficult to plralize, BTW) from getting out to Hamilton's Open Doors this weekend past, and have give a new, vibrant personality - Rod Paget -his well-earned credit in orgamizing and curating an interesting art exhibition loosely based around the built environment.

It was great to see other people's enjoyment of the likes of transmission lines and grid work. There were a couple of pieces that REALLY gripped me.

I'll get wise and post links and stuff on Industrial Art really soon. These guys and their work and the environment were just way too exciting.

Gardening in the morning; skiing all afternoon

Let me put it this way: the gardening consisted of noticing a yellow viola this morning, and that wonderful wet mud smell in the air. (It's been almost three months that I've been off smoking, so I enjoy smelling things). Just a niplet of chill in the air and a cloudless blue sky - for the first time in too long. I'd just had a good workout with a trainer and was feeling fine.

Minor fright when friend and colleague called, and worried over the weather and snow conditions, and maybe cancelling. Talked her into it again. (She's damned glad she came out, too!)

Less than an hour away to the Family-Comfortable hill, and there wasn't a rock showing or a puddle to worry about. Bright white snow, bright blue sky and no time constraints. I had no idea you could see right across to the Blue Mountain resorts! Corn snow, so it's slower because it's heavier and stickier. Perfect for going slow, going fast, for taking the whole run in one swoop, for trying on moguls and black diamonds. And the best part? Skiing in a T-shirt.

Okay, so it was only once, but wow!

And then we hit an art store on too way home, and I spent too much.

So maybe this stay-at-home March Break wasn't so bad after all.