2000-09-14
Dear Diary:

����When you really want to get on your kid's last nerve, there's nothing quite like a visit. So, in that spirit, Marn's Big Adventure is coming to you direct from my daughter's apartment in Montreal!

����Bright lights, big city. Feel the magic! Or not.

����(I figure we can put up with each other for about three days and then it will be necessary for her roomies to step in--one to stand between Jess and I, the other to block access to the drawer containing the sharp cutlery.)

����The morning began with jokes about buying an extra big kitty litter pan, or digging holes in the backyard, eh. As if the horror of a visit from her mother wasn't enough, the morning of my arrival was the time Jess' toilet decided to crap out.

����Oh, stop looking at me that way. As if YOU wouldn't have made that pun if you had had the chance. Sheesh.

����Anyhow, the landlord has just left and has things functioning kinda, sorta, maybe but the toilet's not exactly flushing with conviction.

����Uh oh.

����I KNOW you've been on pins and needles, but regrettably I must report that the quest for the identity of the Mystery Plant continues unabated.

����I thought I had it nailed thanks to a perennial nursery woman selling plants at the beautiful Atwater Market. Alas, from my pidgen French description she called it Aegopode. I looked that up on the net and it's a plant I know as goutweed or bishop's weed and NOT the mystery plant. Oh poo.

����I'm trying to keep my hopes up that we'll get to the Botannical Gardens--Montreal's are HUGE and gorgeous and I'm sure we'll find it there. Unfortunately, the weather man is calling for rain over the next few days. *Sigh*.

����Well, we're not going to let a little rain dampen our spirits, eh. Norsireebob! Tonight Our Lady of the Queers, her daughter and the roomies are going out to Club Unity which is Montreal's biggest gay club. Woo HOOOOO.

����I know the kids enjoy it; it's one of Montreal's biggest clubs, holding over 1,000 folks. There's a huge variety of rooms , each featuring different kinds of music. Techno, punk, disco, oldies ... whatever your taste in music (among other things) you're going to find it there.

����You know, Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore.

--Marn

Late addition: One mystery solved: Apparently last night's e-mail came from a woman who found the site where my friend Denny hosts my gardening page and his own travel photos. Somehow, she got the idea we were married. It's odd because Denny's name is on his site, and my husband is called Paul, but ... well, that's what happened.

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