I have received a piece of very important mail – I am now a card carrying member of the Skinnydippers Club. Rawr.
And I’m likely going to Wreck Beach today with Mike. Aren’t you all glad, with the great gladness of those who will NOT be required to use eyebleach, that I don’t post pics.
L.E. and Doug made Jeff welcome with yummy food, music and conversation, as is pret’ near always the case (food was nachos and ceviche, using basa, and OMG it was aMAZing), and while we were there, we heard good news. L.E. has a show and workshop in Ontario in June. AND her son Corey (whose blog Jew on Jus is blogrolled here) has been made FOOD CRITIC OF THE TORONTO STAR. That, folks, is the big time, and a BIG encouragement to do what you love. We didn’t take the car and cabbed home.
A friend of mine has learned that her biopsy revealed “the weirdest looking scar tissue we’ve ever seen, but it isn’t cancer”.
The weather here has gone from rudely damp and cold and windy to airless, brilliant, hot and humid, overnight. This being the ‘May 2-4″ weekend most west coast Canadians are lining up in front of the liquor stores with only one thing on their minds.
I had a four hour migraine yesterday, during which my poor boss had to clean up some of my messes. Ow. And I got COVERED in lint from the blankies in the first aid room. I am reminded that it is good to have a team, and so I am in a grateful frame of mind. The migraine is hormones, plus Vietnamese pork stew at lunch at work, plus that chocolate on Thursday. I really overdid it, I could have just had a taste and been okay, but no. Now I am in the post migraine mood of being sort of bleak and washed out. I know from experience that sitting in the sun doesn’t actually make my migraines worse, provided I lie reasonably still. I had better find that 45 sunblock.
It was heavenly to sleep with the window open last night. Very quiet, believe it or not.
Eddie was sniffing the air from my bedroom window just now. Mostly I keep the cats out of my room.
I forgot to mention that on Thursday the Luddite brought over (on his bike!) a two foot tall strawberry planter and then he tied my bike seat to my frame with a locking cable, as he said that my bike was now quite secure except the seat. Watching him putter put me in good heart.
So far most of the people meeting Jeff for the first time (and it’s kinda odd that he never met L.E.) pronounce him very nice. That’s good, because it’s true.