River, river

My life is even less socially busy than it was in Montreal, which was slow to begin with. So for those of you who have been my outlet, my social life, and my joy, thank you!

My best friend here is the river, beyond a doubt. We spend lots of time together, and I listen to what the river says because it seems to give good advice. Today I took my shoes off and paddled around in a calm corner, inspecting and collecting rocks. I won't take photos and post them, because I know for other people looking at pictures of my rocks is as interesting as any collection of photos of people's children: fine at first, but after a while you're sure you've seen enough to recognize the kid in a line-up. (Yes, I just implied slightly that these rocks are my children. What can I say? my relationship with the river is intimate and deep) Imagine; you might be able to find the relative of a rock I found here, which would be incredible and a sure sign that they should be reunited! But I'm sure photos of my rocks would (undeservingly) garner very little enthusiasm, so I'll spare both you and them.

I am off to the southern reaches soon. I will be landing in Calgary on the 23rd if all goes according to plan, and then in Kelowna on the 26th. I will languish in the land of redneck hippies for a couple of weeks then dive headfirst into inner space, coming up for air on the 29th. I plan on being back up north for the month of november and onwards. That is the itinerary as of now. Any additions or comments, requests or suggestions are welcome.

And, if anyone has any opinions on the fine art of acting, please put them in the comments section here as well.

Much love and peace out.