I always thought Newt Gingrich was questionably abled

Until I saw this speech.

I sure saw more that I agreed with than I thought I would.  And anybody who can work the word ‘seriatum’ into a speech and look like he uses it all the time appropriately in the process will make me weak in the knees. Gosh, humans are suckers for speech fluency, didja ever notice?

Dinner was wonderful.  I am currently meditating on how I’m a meat and two veg kind of woman.

Communicative evening.

Briefest, Keith. I was watching a parkour video at the same time and didn’t tell him.

Next, me auld mither. Much earflapping commiserating plotting etc.

Next, the dear lass Peggy, returned with smiles from visiting NFLD. And and and – sailing! Tom in a sailboat for the first time in 40 years. Experiencing vicarious happiness!!! I’ll see them at church on Sunday with Tammy, if everything goes as skedded.

Then, Brother Jerome, to toast in words his anticipated and upcoming nuptials with the stunning and practical (ah, such a wonderful combination in a life partner) Shannon.

Briefly, Mike, “I have gift for you = and Tammy is coming so don’t be a stranger!”

Then Elly, who is going to Toronto to visit her boys next month! And fine, strapping lads they are, too, full of creative vim and energy.

Then, daughter Katie. I owe her money, how did that happen?

Now the smell of the chicken wings I cooked is getting quite assertive, so I’m gonna have sweet potato and chicken wings.


Jericho & other natters

The first thought in my head this morning was “If I ever own a country house I’m going to call it Guinnessfree.”  And I think my mother is the only person who reads this blog who will appreciate that.

Jericho was lovely. The headliners were Kathy Francis and Andrea Smith and they played a most wonderful assortment of songs, and even closed with a filk of “I only have eyes for you” which laments the fact that BC teachers can no longer give F’s but must give “I’s”.  So “I only have “I’s” for you” got a big laugh as the closing number.  I got to go up second during the open stage, which as always was great and included AMAZING slide resonator guitar.
I took a wonderful picture of the moon but I can’t get it to resize so I can post it.  Grr.

Every night since I came home from Victoria I’ve lain for about five minutes, convincing myself that the stupid scary rabbit from Donnie Darko isn’t in my room.

I’m never taking the Skytrain coming home from Jericho again, the bus is way more civilized.  The 135 runs pretty well all night and the 145 stops at 12:30, so I’ll take the 4 to Hastings and the 135 home. I cleared my door before midnight. And I would have been home sooner but I missed the 10:35 by about 30 seconds, which was annoying.