Mopsa

A beautifully sunny day, Spanish grammar, the creation of suburbs (William Levitt), intellectual and confidence-boosting skype with parents, shadows playing on the dead ivy walls of the old buildings, snow ball fights and mini snowmen, rays of sunshine through library windows, writing down beautiful lines from 'Open', the genius of Lisa Moore's expression:

The trees:
"Big holey sponges sopping up the spill of sunshine, outrageous orange."

Went to a rehearsal to help direct for the U of T Drama Festival (in stage manager capacity) and she was wonderful, went back and read some of the lines from our one-woman play to Blaire, dinner and cinnamon toast (new favourite dessert), then a very cold and bracing walk along Bloor to Sasha's co-op housing. Future housing ideas?
Perhaps not. Pretty grotty. Scribbled black pen drawings all over the walls of the dungeon-esque basement along with chained TVs to the pipes in the ceiling and dirty mattresses. "Oh, we had a squatter over summer," they explained. However, her friend had a hedgehog (Mopsa, The Winter's Tale - oh so many literary-minded people!), which kind of characterises the eclectic and kind of offbeat mindset of the co-op, or so I get the feeling, anyway.

A good day.