Rhino attacks, and newly discovered tribes....

This... and this... are amazing. I go absolutely giddy whenever I learn about the discovery of a new species, or a sunken treasure, or a hidden tribe. I remember a few years back, there was a story about a secret workshop of Leonardo da Vinci. I still visibly drool when I read about it. It's so fantastic that there are still so many things in this world that are still a secret.

In other news: 1) I have too much stuff. 2) Packing is not as fun and easy as Martha Stewart portrays. 3) I had a lovely time visiting with awesome friends yesterday (Thanks for breakfast AND dinner, Mr. Kovbasa!) 4) I may have "big exciting news" but I don't want to jinx anything yet. 5) I have pretty much given up on the idea that I will be able to pack everything before I leave. I'm just going to have to come back to Calgary to visit a lot! (Mwa ha ha. And you thought you'd seen the last of me.) 6) Way, way too much stuff. Does anybody want a breadmaker? Barely used...

This is kind of embarrassing.

I can't do unemployment. One entire day of officially not having to work, and I almost went insane.
I accidentally broke a teapot.
Which was good, because the resulting explosion of glass shards gave me something to do for the next three hours... Wash floor, vacuum floor, vacuum carpet near floor, step on glass chunks, pull glass chunks out of feet, go to store and buy new teapot. Also Band-aids.
I was feeling sorry for myself, so I bought two new CDs... Robert Johnson, and Blind Willie McTell. Listening to the blues made me feel much better about my own troubles.
("I got them, low-down, broken teapot bluess...... I gots the blueeeeeeesss sooooooo baddddd.... Sorta wish I was deaaaaaaddd............................ Or maybe....... I'm just gonna go shoppinggg...... insteaddddd!" doesn't quite project the same sense of trouble in a troubled world that the aforementioned artists did.)
And I packed most of my books up for the locker, in case this is all a bust and I need to return to the sunny shores of... um... Calgary.
After a few more hours of the crazy, I decided that going in to work tomorrow is a good idea, if only to lull the new teapot into a false sense of security.

I think it could be considered ironic...

When it's pouring rain in Calgary and sunny in Vancouver.... Mom (camera shifts to me doing the "Told ya so" dance, extended version complete with shimmies and jazz hands).
Hey, whatever. I'm just glad it's not the 25 cm of snow we were threatened with earlier in the day. (When I check The Weather Network these days, Carmina Burana echoes through my head... "O Fortuna...").
When I got home today, I had the urge for sweet potatoes for dinner. Delicious and extremely healthy (especially when drizzled with butter and honey and sprinkled with cinnamon. I need to believe this). Unfortunately, the vegetable peeler had other plans. About twenty minutes in, Mr. Tall was drawn to the warm glow of the kitchen. It was probably a metaphorical glow from all the "bright" language spewing forth from my mouth.
"Holy S$%!" Mr. Tall exclaims. "Don't peel towards yourself!"
"But it's... (grumble) the only... (thump) way this g#$$%##$%..... (Thump. Crash. Glass shattering.) Aw, @#$% it, I didn't want sweet potatoes anyway."
So popcorn was good too.
And healthy.
Especially the white cheddar flavor.