Sundry and various

I have returned to the land of my furball, who trotted to the door as soon as I came in at 11:15 am yesterday. I did laundry and lazed about.

Paul was providentially making a pork roast for the masses and me, Keith, Kate, Tom, Peggy, Jeff and Paul all sat down at a table yesterday and pigged right out.  It was a succulent roast, and in addition to being highly edible, prevented me from having to actually, you know, like, cook on my first day back, although I did do the meat for tacos tonight.

Prior to inviting us over he said on the phone, “You sound really tired; you should take a nap.”

I was laughing as I hung up the phone.  So I wrote a song.  It’s a vaguely Latin sounding thing which is supposed to have mariachi style brass. (Added later…. it’s E B7 which is according to the magical internet – is a simple latin chord progression. )

There are friends

We run to when

We’re looking for advice

And the quality may vary

But the concern is nice

There are friends who give us

A verbal kiss

Others deliver a slap

But I like my friend Paul’s advice

When he says TAKE A NAP

Take a nap, dear

You know that you will feel much better

Have a glass of water first

Maybe put on your favourite sweater

This go go go

This rush rush rush

It’s a capitalist trap

If you want your life back

Prove it:

Take a nap.

I know you can’t hear it, but the mariachi brass is very nice.

Yes, Catherine’s many forays into Mexican and Central American food during my stay left a big mark on my psyche; I’ll be shopping today for ingredaments for the feast this evening.  I detect a trip to Granville Island Market in my future.  I can hardly wait to try my tortilla press.  And there is nothing in the fridge.  No beer, no milk, little veg, no leftovers; I have my work cut out for me.

I’m trying not to drink alcoholic beverages on Wednedays and Sundays; Dave fed me beer on Wednesday so I skipped last night.

I suppose I should talk a little more about my vacation. More:

It was great, what do you want to know?  I loved the driving through the colours, the splendiferous meals, the shared time and the laughs.  I wish I’d seen a few more people, but when I was in the Kensington Market a couple of days before I left I was in overwhelm mode; peopled out.

I did a lot of thinking about a troubling moral hazard in my life at the moment, which, when the time is right, I will now have a strategy for removing; I reduced my alcohol intake and reduced my caffeine intake, both of which have caused my digestion to be better than it has been in years; I worked on my homily; I wrote a couple of choons; I had good flights and no issues in airports; the Hindu taxi driver sang to me on the way home.  He wrote a movie script a million years ago.

I was SO HAPPY to see my peeps (except Mike) all in one go last night.

Redistributed the tie dye shirts from Colin:  Blue stripey one to Tom, the two rainbow swirls to Keith and Paul respectively, and the really subdued blue on blue shirt to Jeff.  The Havlik I will part with at gunpoint and despite it being incredibly ratty, I wore my OTHER Jeff Havlik clothing with it (a dress that Catherine brought me in the mists of time) and of course they matched..  I am so sorry he got out of making dyes, he was a brilliant stylist.

As much as I love Ontario it was very difficult to imagine living there again.

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Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

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  1. Very happy you’re back, and reporting a good holiday. Ontario, it seems, shares with Saskatchewan, Prince Edward Island, Nova Scotia and Manitoba, in being a good place to COME FROM. I could list the benefits of HAVING LIVED in each of those, but the lists would be short compared to those of living in Victoria. Enough said.

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