Friday after work, I went for a photo walk with Johanna. We had spotted this temple earlier in the week (was it? I can’t remember how we found it in the first place – other than all the beautiful lights) ANYWAY, we went directly from the train to the spot. No. Wait. We went directly from Target to the temple. Side note: Target does not carry any craft or knitting supplies. No crocheting, no yarn, nothing. Nada. Bupkis. Now you know.
Anyway, we went to the temple on 140th street in Surrey, just around the corner from where we live. We parked in the temple parking lot, set up our tripods and took some long exposure photos of the towers in all their glory. While we were taking our shots, I noticed a security guard locking up the gates. I assumed there was another way out, but just to make sure, I flagged him down to ask. Lucky I did. He had just locked us and the He-Man-Way’s car in the parking lot and who knows when it would be open again? Probably years? Or the next day? Either way, very inconvenient. We’d have to call Mike for a drive home.
The security guard cheerfully let us out and we were able to drive across the street and take photos like this:
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Photo taken circa 1973(?) and probably taken by my mom back in the day.
PHEW! I have not been home before 9:30 pm all week long. Tonight I got home from work around 10:15. I have a few more late work nights coming up the following weeks. This happens occasionally. Even though I don’t start work until 10 in the morning, it feels like a long day. It reminded me that my dad used to do these super long work days several times a week when I was little and we lived in Calgary. But he started work way earlier than I do. How he did that for years on end, I’ll never know. And this explains why there are so many photos in my photo album USB stick with him sleeping on it.
We at dinner tonight at 10:45 pm. Fancy! Just like they do in Europe.
Next up? Sleepy time. I should have fun dreams. I made omelets for dinner tonight and all that cheese should produce plenty of weird dreams if I’m lucky.
It was a dark and stormy night, alright.
Please note: the whole reason why I asked Mike to take my picture was to show off my new haircut. But you can’t really see it at all. But trust me, I had more than an inch chopped off my hair. It feels much lighter.
Once home, I tried out a recipe for “bread” made from pea flour. I picked this flour up at a local fruit & veggie market. I assumed it was chickpea flour, but I may have been incorrect. This flour had a very beany smell and flavour. I added the ingredients together (just water and olive oil, salt and pepper – very simple and super easy) and baked it up in a cast iron skillet.
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