December 9: Magpies and Streetcars

I got official word from Phil that Mr Brady passed away during the night. It's nice, I guess, to move from not-knowing into accepting. I guess. I don't know. This day was pretty rough, too.

We went for a walk in the morning, and passed the grave yard. Some trees had been cut down but the workers removed this magpie nest and left it on the wall.

Snow technically came out of the sky. I do like our view. The tram runs by. I've had a lot of insomnia lately, so I watch it run late into the night, or early in the morning, empty at 3am. It feels distinctly different than Portland, so even though it's a little loud, it's a quaint reminder that  I'm not at home.