St-Jean

Not much happened that is bloggable..

this is the little I have:

I love being barefoot. Unless it's really cold and I'm freezing, I am always barefoot. The other day, I was leaving to go to some stores, and I was just out the back door and had locked it, when I looked down and realized I didn't have any shoes on.. lol!

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My finger is slowly healing. I'm trying to go plasterless more and more, but tend to jab it on everything, which feels like a spike going through the top of my thumb. It also looks quite horrible. The top part has gone completely black and dry around the edges, and is shrinking. It's very hard. It looks a bit like I have a baby turtle on the top of my thumb.. just sitting there. Also, the part of the thumb that wasn't cut and is still alive, is peeling away, because of the detachment of the skin... so now I have a pink and very tender thumb. When I slide my finger across it, it is very sensitive..and just below where there is a layer of protective skin, you can still feel but the difference in sensitivity is striking. Kind of makes me feel bad for guys having to wear condoms.

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Today is St-Jean, Quebec's provincial holiday. Last night there were celebrations, nothing very elaborate, but you could hear fireworks being set off here and there and then about 11:30 at night, the town also sets off some fireworks too. It was quite cold out and I sat on my porch with a warm sweater, a jean jacket and a warm blanket around my shoulders. I could partially see the fireworks on the front porch of my home. A few years ago, we could see them pretty well, but the neighbour's trees have grown since then and from my viewpoint always end up smack dab in the middle of the fireworks.

An awful fireworks shot: :-P


and another :


As you can see, nothing very exciting.

Early this morning, when the sun was just creeping up over the horizon, I got up and took a pic of my neighbour's porch, where they hung up a couple flags to commemorate the day.