February 18, 2010
It was a downtown day.
Had lunch at a newish bistro/wine bar, Moriarty's, in Rice Howard Way. It was excellent! I was disappointed to see that it wasn't so busy for lunch today, and hope Edmontonians will discover this little gem. I can't wait to try it out for dinner and a drink after work.
They have a great mirror in the bathroom. I think I've posted photos of me in this coat before, but it hasn't had a proper introduction. Coat... met the internet. Internet, this is my new coat.
Turn of the century-style sconces.
Pretty flowers and candles in the bathroom. Looks nice. Smells nice.
I can't believe I was actually on time. I saw my train go by when I was two blocks away from the platform and thought I would be late late late. It never ceases to amaze me, how fast the trip is once you've caught a train. I was only a few minutes late and that was likely because I was choosing which exit would land me closest to the eatery.
I took some pictures of the benches while waiting for my train.
I stopped by the Artworks to get some cards for upcoming birthdays, and to browse for possible gifts. The store is also a florist and does really great arrangements. Little sights like this make my day.
A big spool of string.
A flock of paper cranes hanging from an inverted fruit bowl.
On the continued search for gifts, I went to the boutique at the AGA. I didn't find anything for other people, but I did buy Don and I a copy of We Eat Together, a cookbook by local creatives about their road trip and the local farmers they met. Started reading it on the train trip home. It's good. Has lots of family recipes from the farmers they met, and awesome stories about the people who grow our local food. There's the saying that families who eat together, stay together. Get this book. And eat with the people you love.
The AGA looks like it has a cute haircut.
And the windows reflect city hall.
Dexter update! My mom got him a new polo onesie for new years and he looks like such a little man when he wears it. He's at grandma's right now and I've been told his skin is doing much better.
Funny Dexter story. He really enjoys his bath time, so I suggested to my mom that she should try giving him some spa time in their newly renovated bathroom. I figured the baby would go crazy with delight at the bubbles in the jet tub (with grandpa holding him, of course). Well... my mom has reported that Dexter did indeed go crazy... but not with delight. When they turned on the bubbles he erupted into his upside down flat face. That's loosely translated from what my mom calls the baby when he cries. His mouth forms this quivering horseshoe that on a fully grown man, might be mistaken for a handlebar moustache. And tears. Big, crocodile tears. WAHHH!
I was at the movie Crazy Heart with some friends tonight and I couldn't stop giggling. All I can keep thinking about is poor, naked little Dexter wailing while half submerged in what is supposed to be a luxurious celebration of massaging jet bubbles. Hilarious.
I'll have to take a picture of Dexter when he's crying some time. His face is totally priceless.
For now, a picture of my earnest baby.