There's been some very exciting stuff in the mix these past few days.
First off - I’m officially a voter. 💅 And … for free too. Didn’t even have to spring for stamps, thanks to Celeste.
I guess you can’t say official voter yet - nothing has been mailed, but still.
Too bad I threw away the “I voted” sticker they gave me - it would have presented another opportunity to tell people who couldn’t give less of a shit that I gave in my say on who should be in the senate.
Now, on to more important things.
Well, actually, side note: I’ve spent many a minute recently staring at this wall while waiting for someone to let me into McConnell, and I’ve yet to figure out what anything on it does. (Except for the small ID card reader on the left). (And the phone) (really it's just the green screen that I'm curious about).
Another side note: I’ve been working on my accents (very intently). After a stint of trying my best at Canadian, I’ve moved onto bigger and better things. (Massachusetts).
How have I been practicing? Watching Wayne. And, I read a whole entire wiki how article on it. Good news is, in December I can take my skills for a walk in the real world, exploring the depths of Boston, and talking to my grandparents.
See, I already have a grasp of the lingo - clicker, blinker, packie. I also have a grasp of the cultural influences (Martha Stewart and the Red Sox), but the former might be more centric to my grandma.
Back to the original point:
On Monday, Celeste Lola and I made the trek to Westmount. I had never seen so many Porsches in so little time.
Again, much like Saturday, we passed many a questionable choice in landscaping, but mostly the houses were pretty (albeit massive).
I will say though, this did not come without exception.
This house, for instance:
While I didn’t get a picture of the overall architecture, I remembered to take one of the front porch, which makes a girl think; it's funny that the most frightening part of their Halloween decor is the fact that they keep up those stone face planters year round.
Speaking of frightening decor, I felt a wave of unease wash over me when passing this house. Who, in their right mind, would buy this many pumpkins? And why? I would usually ask how much it cost, but I’m gonna make a wild guess and say I assume it wasn’t really an issue.
It contrasted well with this house a block later. Really says something about the world. Deep stuff.
To end it off on the topic of saying a lot about the world, I thought this boulder in the Adams building told such a vivid story. So complex and nuanced!!
-Violet
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