I feel like crap right now…

I can’t concentrate because about 2 hours ago I was asked (read: ordered) to let someone go this afternoon. She’s nice but useless and I understand why she needs to go but I thought it would be far nicer to do it in the new year… my boss feels that “he doesn’t want to pay someone for being useless!” and I don’t have much choice but to comply. This dismissal goes against what I know to be good HR practices – that terminations should happen in the middle of the week and away from annual events.

But this is his common business practice… make a decision and want to see action now! (I mean NOW!) These decisions are made regardless of the implications that this may have on the other staff in the office, the employees mental health and the general morale of the office.

Not only all that (wasn’t enough I know) but the prospect of being such an evil woman has my tummy churning in all the bad ways. I’m feeling overly warm and I can’t concentrate on work at all – I think tonight I’m going to need some serious anti-stress activities.

Update: Well it's done, I've switched some staff around and it's going to suck but I've made one staff member very happy... and I think she deserves that happiness. Now I'm off to the mall to bury this guilt in shopping and then something alcoholic shortly afterwards.

Roasted Beet Salad

Well the salad was a hit... next time I think I'll try putting the beets in a sealed Ziplock bag.

2 bunches fresh beets (with tops)

1 red onion

Olive oil

Dressing

2 tbsp honey

1 tbsp dijon mustard

2 tbsp rice wine vinegar

Sea Salt

Pepper

Caraway seed

Peel beets & slice into sticks, peel & slice onions lengthwise – toss with olive oil and roast in a 400 degree oven (about 45 minutes or onions are brown tipped).

Place Dressing ingredients in a blender and hit high speed for a couple of minutes. Add dressing to beets (at this point you can let it all sit for as little as an hour to 2 days).

Wash the beet tops, tear the leaves off to use as greenery (if you just bought regular beets you can use spinach) and create celery like sticks out of the stems.

Just before serving add the greens to the (room temperature) beets… mix up and sprinkle roasted pumpkin seeds on top if you wish.

Next time I’m making latkes…

Or anything other than what I made for our “Heritage Potluck”

When it was announced that we were supposed to bring a “dish that reflects our cultural heritage” I knew I had a ton of options… my family being what it was and my personal kitchen history being fairly prolific. I tried to think of something nice (preferably vegetarian), fairly easy to eat, yummy and that I’d be able to make enough for 20 people to have a taste. I had options from Ukrainian, German, Jewish & Scottish/Metis… while not all known for their gastronomic prowess there are some good solid options in each culture that can be shared successfully.

I was more than happy to contribute and thought about getting creative… however in the end I decided to go with a dish I’d already successfully prepared for guests (well the quilting girls). I decided to go with a Roasted Beet Salad (those Ukrainians sure love their beets, so do the Germans for that matter!) that I found in the fall Food and Drink magazine… it’s sweet, hearty and settles surprisingly light. I roasted the beets in advance and prepared it all last night, settled it into my reusable sopping bag in the fridge and focused the rest of my attention on finishing up some Christmas presents to send home to Winnipeg.

This morning when I actually remembered to grab my bag I was happy… the train wasn’t packed and I was happily reading the paper when I caught the whiff of rice wine vinegar – it took only a second for my brain to process that the scent was from my salad dressing. It took another couple of seconds to realize that must mean that I was leaking salad dressing… and indeed when I looked down there were what looked like little drops of blood on the floor of the train - the beet salad was attacking me!

I now have a red stripe on part of the butt on my winter coat (that’s light green and cream – of course), my reusable bag is stained a fetching shade of pink and sadly I became “that guy” because it looked like I dripped blood all the way from Spadina station to Queen… it looked like I had a head in a bag or at best was carrying a bunch of fresh steaks that I didn’t know how to wrap properly. I should have known better because the dish leaked a little on the way up to Collingwood, clearly I’m either dense or incredibly optimistic.

So if no one likes the salad I’m switching over to latkes for potlucks, they travel well and with a food processor are easy to make. If they do like the salad (and chances are they will) then I’m taking suggestions on how to prevent another massacre on the TTC.

Cadillac Fairview – Bah Humbug

So as I was waiting in line to buy a Cadillac Fairview giftcard for a departing employee (how the heck am I supposed to know what she wants?) - I was thinking “hey this maybe this is the answer to Christmas this year!” I can’t stand Christmas shopping in general and anything that makes it better makes me happy… so this could have been a great option.

Then I bought the card, and it all changed! First there’s a “service charge” of $1.50 which is not cool. Then when you read the “terms and conditions” you find out that after 15 months (yes just over a year) they start charging a $2.00 “account maintenance fee” every month PLUS tax. It will be “deducted from the outstanding balance” – to be honest outstanding balance screams debt owing in my mind. It can’t be replaced or reloaded so it’s essentially a piece of crap… I would have returned it but I’m pretty sure the departing employee can use it shortly.

Instead I’ve decided on something else this year for Christmas… maybe not totally cheap but hopefully exactly what everyone on my list will like - CanadaHelps.org online charitable contributions I can give each person an amount that they can donate to the registered charity of their choice – sweet! Philanthropic and personalized… I love it entirely. Plus no more crap presents to find and ship!

Girls Weekend

Ah the days gone by of wild weekends away with friends, exploring a new city, finding the cool places to shop, partying in hotels and running down the streets yelling “Ou et le Club Super Sex?” Sounds good, or at least it sure sounds like it was fun… shared hotel rooms made for some interesting experiences but all in all the memories were worth every minute.

So contrast that with last weekend, 10 women in a Collingwood chalet with 10 sewing machines. It was a quilting weekend (I didn’t quilt though), everyone packs up their current project(s), makes one meal for the rest to share and leaves the kids at home. The chalet is rented twice a year in the low season and the entire reason is to get away and stay focused on your projects. While I had no quilting projects to be done I have had a never ending pile of mending sitting beside my sewing machine for ages – so I packed up the dresses, tops, pants & skirts that needed a new hem/buttons/seam and hoped for the best.

The good; I actually fixed 2 dresses, 2 pairs of pants, 2 tops and a skirt – all items I really like and have wished to wear many times over the last few months! The chalet was huge, big bedrooms, comfy beds and a fully equipped kitchen – plus a hot tub and steam room… nice touches to make it all a little more relaxing.

The bad; despite a setting where the only thing I had to do was get to the projects on hand (that was 7 of 17 projects I have sitting in my pile)… I still procrastinated by reading the magazines someone else brought (Woman’s Day!?!?!?).

The ugly; This persistent cough that I took up with me and came back home with, the barking was driving me nuts and I had a headache the entire time from the rattling. I somehow left my apartment with not a single toiletry which meant a trip to the downtown Loblaws first thing Saturday morning which turned out to be a good thing because around 3 there was a shooting right beside the same store - next time I’m remembering to check my packing list before I leave home… then again I must be getting better because I remembered socks and pants this time!

So I still have dresses to take in, skirts to knock off and other stuff to get done… anyone up for another sewing weekend?

Flowers

Not that I’ve received any flowers in recent history, but an epiphany happened last week… I truly dislike certain flowers –and for the most part they’re cheap flowers. Now perhaps this is crazy girl talking but it’s not the first time I’d be described as such!

So where’s the problem some might ask… the problem lies specifically with a couple of varieties, namely daisies & chrysanthemums/mums. You might think if one is lucky enough to receive flowers then one shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth but I’m going to be picky here… I think that those cheap flowers look cheap & sad, like nobody took the time to pick out something that suits me. I may have grown up with black-eyed susans and other wildflowers but these days they make me think of things unkempt/untidy and they're something I’d prefer to visit in a field than have on my table. As for mums – they’re the flowers of funerals and thus I’d prefer not to see them in any other context.

Sorry that this rules out the common Dominion bouquet but I’m actually fine with that… I’d far prefer occasional fabulous flowers than the 10-day bouquet. Strangely for this apparent hate on for those simple blooms I truly enjoy roses* which are far less imaginative or sometimes even difficult. I love almost any other kind of flower… all I ask is that they make a statement.

*I also enjoy the roses that grow up and down my street in the last couple of weeks they’ve all disappeared as their gardeners have chopped them back in anticipation of cold weather.

Take a deep breath...

It’s official I’m a working girl… 3 months into my new job and what’s fallen off my plate? Blogging, laundry, friends, my family… all of which are crying Booooo now – sorry!

So what have I been doing? Working like a dog, taking classes, going out on dates, going to football games and kids birthday parties, traveling and trying to catch up with old co-workers … stuff.

Let’s play the game of catch up starting with - I know what you did last Sunday… The TTC Type and Tile Tour aka the TTTT. Hosted by Joe Clark who is a sign enthusiast but is helping to raise awareness of the issues of wayfinding in a system I use everyday. Read an interesting interview here, not with Joe but a former TTC guy Bob Brent.

Okay so maybe it’s semi-professional interest but wayfinding has always been a bit of a thing for me. For instance, I can remember being in the hospital in Fredericton performing the bedside vigil for my grandmother and taking a break to wander – where did my mind go while walking down the hall (aside from family memories)? To the way the hospital has coded their space so that you know when you enter and exit certain areas, the use of colour and images that help you identify your location in the building. I was especially struck by how you almost didn’t need a map… I challenge anyone to try that on the TTC, in Women’s College Hospital or the underground PATH system.

If my life were a video this is where we rewind… this time back 3 weeks. There was an interview with a University of Winnipeg Professor of Women’s & Gender Studies to talk about being raised by a feminist. Interesting conversation over the course of dinner about what it means to be a feminist and how being raised by one affected me and what my choices in life might be… the more she asked questions about what feminism was the more I felt like I was railing against the idea of being feminist. Then I asked her a question about how she sees feminism in general and the conversation shifted from a very focused conversation on my own personal perceptions of my family dynamics to global impacts of feminism – and shocker of shockers there I was saying “if I was in a country where my rights, freedoms and opportunities were impinged because I was a woman… well I’d be the first one screaming from the rooftops that change needed to happen.” So where does that leave me now… I guess it means that I think I can do anything if I only apply myself & so can you!

Rewind #3… we went to France. Mom, Dee and myself went to France, 13 days, 7 cities, 1100 Euros of shopping, 3 trains, 1 car rental, 2 bus trips, 1 winery, 5 markets, 1 fashion museum. First the fashion museum in Marseille, I can’t believe I’m going to say this but I was disappointed. There was a very good exhibit on show but there was no permanent collection on display, in fact when I asked some questions not only would I have to have booked about 3 weeks in advance to see any of it but it only has a few thousand items in the collection and they’re primarily from the 1980’s onward. When I went to Philadelphia a few years ago their collection was more impressive – though to be honest I still stand by the Dugald Costume Museum (which just moved to Winnipeg) was one of the most interesting collections I’ve ever seen… historical and modern all at the same time.

Rewind even more & Fast Forward… multiple dates with the Argos. Fred, Paul, Bill and I decided to go in for season tickets – right in the end zone. The per game cost was about $18 and what I thought was going to be a fun time turned out to be a renewed love of the CFL… I was cheering with the best of them! I cheered for Winnipeg when they came to town (and no my seat mates didn’t give me any grief) and I’m looking forward to both the playoff game (Toronto got to by into the semi final) and the Grey Cup under the Skydome. Let me tell you after some late season games back in Winnipeg I’m grateful for the warmth of the ‘dome, braving it out like a trooper be damned I’m not going to have to freeze my ass off!

Rewind #4, even further all the way back to July… the Winnipeg Folk Festival. Festival highlights include dancing with my mother for almost the entire set of Michael Franti & Spearhead - we were not the only ones dancing… in fact it was like the entire crowd stood as one when they played, the kind of music you just can sit back and listen to – it gets into your veins and makes you move! The other standout for the festival was Olabelle who sang such a haunting version of the song “Down by the Riverside” that it made me follow them around all festival hoping just to hear the song again, of course I brought that home with me to have for keeps!

Rewind #5 and to go even further back your into my sitting at home thinking about working days. The lazy hazy days of summer that allowed me to cook amazing, yummy meals, bake bread, sit still and enjoy life. It was a broke but amazing time, I now think back to those days wondering how I managed to do nothing at all for so long… I also think about how little stress I had and how much my body loved not having the adrenaline coursing through my system.

Back to today and I’m a business suit wearing manager handling many, many tasks that I didn’t think I’d signed up for (since when am I even close to an IT manager?) but am handling the best I can. I have days where I’m in over my head and others where I wonder how the hell I got here… and then days like today where I want to crawl back into bed. It’s good for the most part and I’m surprisingly good at many parts of what I’m doing, I guess that’s experience talking when things work out well.

I’ve been to 2 kiddie birthday parties in the last few weeks, both of which were a ton of fun. Saffron and I have had a couple of playdates lately and I have to say there’s nothing much like getting kiddie hugs and kisses – well that and running together that’s fun too! My friends seem to be in the midst of another baby boom and in the next year there’s going to be a few additions to the kidlet content of my circle of friends.

I’ve tried my hand at dating recently, with the requisite ups and downs – I have to say that some days I wonder if I just shouldn’t just allow myself to focus on my career, not to say I don’t want other things but I feel like I’m just pushing the issue. Then again it’s hard to see the people I love hitting the life stages that I myself would love to be in… I feel like I’m stuck in limbo waiting for the timing, the chemistry and the rest of it to all fall into place.

This week in Fashion – Purple Boots

Many years ago… many, many years ago I came upon a pair of purple boots. They were a soft leather fitted low/mid calf boot with chunkier heels – ON SALE at an Aldo outlet… they called to me with a siren song.

I didn’t buy them when I first saw them, instead I went home and told my boyfriend about how I’d seen these boots that I was lusting after and like any reasoned man he responded “but they’re PURPLE boots!” Yes I know he was speaking to my reasonable side, he knew I had no money, he was acting in a sane and rational manner – too bad it was the exact wrong thing I needed. I actually went back a month later after all that lusting and true to outlet form the boots were gone… and then a few months later so too went the boyfriend.

I have thought about those boots for years. I have tried to find something that would fill the gap left where those purple boots would be… and over the years I’ve purchased; green boots, raspberry boots, red boots and I even tried with a pair of pointy toed purple boots I found on a boxing day sale. Indeed none of them filled the gap left – I was torn between logic and desire (like I'm the only one with this kind of struggle!?!?) to find purple boots. I keep going back to the phrase “but they’re PURPLE boots!” - and of course a statement like that implies a certain level of insanity to even consider buying something so impractical…

So here’s my toast to impractical footwear, may boys who don’t understand be banished forever from my life.

So much stuff... so little time

I have posts to write on the festival, the forest and family... I'll get it done shortly :)

PRIDE - Complicated

There should be some sort of disclaimer here about being LGBTTIQQ2S inclusive.

Today was the PRIDE Parade in Toronto. Most years I’ve gone on my own to support the community, cheering loudly for PFLAG and the community organizations that support same-sex life partnerships. This year it was a bit more of a family affair with my mom coming into Toronto for the weekend - mom, D and a long time family friend and I all stood on Bloor near the parade start (taking advantage of the shade and the raised pedestals on the Xerox building).

Over the years the crowd has changed from mainly supporters… now its supporters, gawkers, corporations, families out for a day of entertainment and what I like to call twitterers. It doesn’t have that fun “we’re here, we’re queer – get used to it” vibe these days… the best way to describe the 2007 parade was corporate and convoluted. Sure mom thought the whole thing was excellent but to be honest $3 waters that you can’t take into or out of the concert areas and the crush of people was enough to make me feel like the event wasn’t for the community anymore.

While walking down Church after the parade today some of the TNT boys were enjoying exercising their exhibitionist streaks, not minding the buzz of cameras clicking or the hoards of people stopping to stare… but I was more than a little distressed when one woman smacked her 8 year old son upside the head, hustled him off telling him “not to look at that nastiness.” First if you bring a kid to the PRIDE parade it’s not just balloons, bands and placards it’s people taking a bit of time to share their true selves with the rest of the world; and second there’s going to be a lot of stuff that will need to be explained in a respectful way to kids. If you’re going to hit Church Street afterwards it’s going to be up close and personal, these are teachable moments but they’re not all going to be easy – the worst thing anyone can do is let make judgments on what everyone else should be doing and how they should be acting. It’s a parade about accepting everyone as they are and I just want to sometimes yell “GET WITH THE PROGRAM PEOPLE!!!” Anyway I’m still trying to keep it from bothering me.

I loved, loved, loved the queer ballroom & swing dancing (who the heck says it always needs to be the same guy leads/girl follows thing?) on the community stage, the vendors (as usual) were an odd assortment of ribbon tiaras, glass dildos & leather fetish gear and the community tents were from a huge diversity of organizations (yea elementary school teachers!!!). Though none of us purchased any merchandise or picked up any pamphlets… though I heard that some parade marhers were handing out copies of the Canadian Charter of Rights and Freedoms which I think is awesome, who couldn’t use a brush up on that little document?

PS: If you were wondering about LGBTTIQQ2S, it means Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgendered, Transsexual, Intersex, Queer, Questioning, 2 spirited, Straight/Supportive… which I’ve decided just doesn’t work! In the interest of space, sanity and clarity the new term is INCLUSIVE (use it, spread it around).

Tuesday Cooking

It's been another creative Tuesday in the kitchen. This time inspiration hit in the form of fresh peaches...

2 c chopped fresh peaches

1/4 c chopped red onion

1 jalapeno pepper, seeded and chopped

1 tbsp fresh cilantro

2 tsp lime juice

1/2 tsp lime zest

1 tsp minced peeled fresh ginger

1/4 tsp salt

It was most excellent over broiled Halibut but I'll assume it would be pretty good over most fish and chicken.

Tuesday Baking

What is it about Tuesdays? Last week it was banana bread and today I was inspired to try my hand at rye bread… as dessert for dinner with my sister.

Today Mel and I had a lovely lunch with a variety of discussions; weddings, accessibility, work, food and more! Topped off with a walk along University and I had a swing in my step and maybe a twinkle in my eye.

Dee was coming over for a quiet evening of catching up… not that we ever really talk all that much but it’s nice to just feel like we’ve connected a little. Mostly we shared a lovely dinner of; watercress and tomato salad, ocean perch, polenta and asparagus and fresh rye bread (with butter of course) for dessert.

The Rye Bread recipe was from Bob’s Red Mill online.

Fashion Spotting - Beached Whales

Perhaps this is more accurately titled Anti-Fashion Spotting… When the weather heats up the men in my neighbourhood take their collective shirts off and it’s not a pretty sight!

Before I step out the door I do the basic check to make sure I look decent (this being slightly contrary to my university years), the goal is to make sure there are no random stains that have appeared out of nowhere, things are in place and I look like a decent and respectable woman.

Where I live there are plenty of grannies/nonnes/etc… who are more than ready to sniff and look away in disgust at a shorter skirt or tight jeans, and even the occasional evil glare at a tank top that shows off a girls figure – so what I can’t understand is how it’s so acceptable for men to take off their shirts in public! The men around here who do this are neither fit, nor young… they are old, wrinkled, overweight to obese (with most weight being centred around the middle) and have man boobs hanging out for the world to see – it’s not a pretty picture.

I must admit I have a personal pet peeve about men going shirtless, in general I want men to stay covered up – I don’t even like tank tops on men (as much as I’ve been teased for that dislike) and I’m also not about to get a fireman’s calendar to ogle half naked men. Whenever some friend sends me an e-mail of half naked attractive/fit men I roll my eyes, let’s be honest I’m just not interested.

I wish the world would just cover up when they’re sitting on their front porch, in the park or on the street… there are times and places to let it all hang out (eg. the beach, the PRIDE parade) but I don’t want to encounter a beached whale on the way home from the Subway stop!

Singles Night

Last night I went to an event for singles, a small restaurant/bar packed full of men and women on the prowl. Pretty much everyone was reasonably good looking (that’s downtown Toronto for you) and ready to talk to strangers, which I guess was the point. However the entire evening led me back to a phrase I heard a while ago… I met the girl of my dreams… so I got the hell out of there!

I wonder why anyone is even willing to go out there and make themselves uncomfortable when in the end all they want is to never talk to any of these people again… and yes - that’s a comment about myself! I just wish I could meet new people easily (and not at the bar, because that’s just not me) whatever happened to the good old friend-of-a-friend?

Substandard Fare

It’s no surprise that I like good food (see examples here and here) but I’m no food snob - I just want to eat stuff that’s yummy!

Last night I decided on Casey’s for dinner, I was giving it a second chance as the last time I’d eaten there (about 5 years ago or more) I was very unimpressed. I guess I was hoping that either my memory was faulty or their food had improved, I was sorely disappointed. I am not ever going back for that cardboard tasting, fat filled, overcooked, overpriced crap… there’s no way that stuff can be called food!

I guess what I want to really rant about though is the Prime Restaurants chain, they "own and operate casual dining restaurant chains and premium pubs in Canada". I don’t have a problem with “casual dining” but I resent being served pre-packaged, pre-prepared crap that any monkey could throw onto a plate that doesn’t even have the basics of flavour. Side note: an alfredo sauce should not be that hard, it’s parmesean, butter & cream – not that hard at all!

No one should settle for substandard fare, especially when you’re paying for it!

Summer Programming

The summer is always fun filled we look forward to patios, warm weather, days at the beach, barbeques, shorts, tans and getting out with friends.

I look forward to the summer for all those reasons and also for the music, there are wonderful festivals that happen around Toronto, Ontario and Canada. This morning we managed to get our hands on tickets for Hillside and I’m confirmed to volunteer again this year at the Winnipeg Folk Festival which is more of a family reunion on a very grand scale in my world. I’m also looking forward to the offerings at the Harbourfront Centre as their outdoor stage can be magical with the boardwalk and Lake Ontario creating a wonderful open air venue.

Let’s hope I get to a cottage or two this summer, which is likely but I’m not going to count any chickens before they hatch.

Saturday Night Blues

Saturday I met up with a friend at Indigo (the bookstore was packed – is it the new happening hot spot?) and then walked over to the Church of the Redeemer to catch the Great Lake Swimmers early concert. The venue was incredible and the only thing that could have made the show better would have been for the sound guy to have killed the faint speaker buzz that permeated the entire show. It was a collection of the perfect lullaby’s for the thinking person and I was present in the moment the whole time – ahhh…

After the show was over it was a quick hop on the Bloor line to get to Hugh’s Room for the Kevin Breit/Harry Manx CD release – In Good We Trust. It was a flawless set from the opening notes of Diving Duck Blues to the closing of Voodoo Child, it’s so good to see these two performers joking around with each other after a long silence (they never even performed their first album together - it was that bad!).

An excellent musical evening, and now that I look at my fridge I have 5 concert tickets waiting for me, all the performances are in the next month or so… this is going to be fun!

What is attractive?

I struggled against the values I was raised with (militant feminist), societal pressures (look attractive to men) and my love of fashion (an industry that thrives on insecurity) during my earlier years. I tested the waters, especially in university, of what feminine power was – what sex appeal could be and when I looked at how others treated me I wasn’t always happy with what I saw. I’m not just tits and ass, I never have been, yet these seem to be the most common descriptors of women today.

Sure I have body parts that I think look pretty damned good – but I am more than a low cut top or well fitted jeans. Isn’t attractiveness more about the confidence to swing your hips and pull your shoulders back when you walk down the street? Isn’t it attractive to have a mind of your own and a sense of adventure? I’d like to think attractiveness is more than long hair, a skinny body with big boobs - all placed in some ridiculous position and misted with water or oil for sheen.

Couldn’t I be; confident, fun, smart, spontaneous… descriptors that don’t focus on my physical attributes. Couldn’t I just be an attractive woman?

Farewell – The Artistic Way

It was the dwindling days of my contract and I wanted to wrap things up in style. Sure there’s the obligatory clean out the desk but seeing as it was the end of what they would likely feel was an era I wanted to do something special for those that had toiled so hard and thanklessly. Plus I’ve been inspired as of late by blogs about crafting and textiles… so I made these as parting gifts for the people who’d had the most influence on my daily life in the office.

The images are an artistic impression of the organization's logo.

What are you playing? – Part II

I have been thinking for sometime about a portable gaming system. Admittedly I am not a hard core gamer (I still needed a bit of a Video Game 101 lesson) but I was amazed at the lack of marketing that was aimed at me – handhelds are a perfect way to get through commuting around a big city! Of course it’s going to make it a little harder to make sure I don’t miss my stop but that’s a risk I’m willing to take for good entertainment on the way to my destination.

I was waffling on which system to buy either a PSP or a Nintendo DS - there were lots of considerations but in the end I boiled it down to; sexier (the PSP) or better games I like (DS). This is one of those instances that having a 15 year old brother comes in handy, C knew all the games for each system and was recommending games that he thought I’d like plus sending me links so I could see the games in play before I went making any purchases.

The winner was the DS! A cute little system in black, that has great puzzle games – I’m now happily playing through the 6 versions of Tetris. It only took 3 shopping trips to get one in my hands, the darned things were sold out all over the place.