Month: October 2010

homily’s done; turkey is acquired, now to call the volunteers for church tomorrow

I am very pleased with the homily.  I read it to mOm and she chided me for not quoting from the King James Version for the text.

I will be SO looking forward to Monday, when I can have a proper collapse and which will probably turn into a The Wire-fest.  Gosh, I do so love that show.  The characters are all so BIG.

I’m on Crad Kilodney’s mailing list

And that means, every once in a while, he sends me some news.

His latest news is that he has rewritten every one of Shakespeare’s plays in easy to understand language.  It’s actually called Shakespeare for White Trash.  The one I picked to start reading is Richard III. When I got to the line, “We’re not trying to bust your balls, Brakenbury,” I just about lost it.

I got about another two paragraphs before I cracked up again.  I’m looking forward to the whole thing.

Naptor the Somnolent has spoken!

I have totally scanged this from Lady Miss Banjola’s LJ.  PS, Naptor the Somnolent is what she called temporary-like during parasitiwackical incubationess.

But the telecom choices in Canada are basically:

We Hate You Inc.
We Hate You More Than That And Charge Overage Fees For How Much We Don’t Care Ltd.
We Love You! PS We Have Coverage In Two Square Blocks Of Toronto And An Internet Café In Moosejaw Dot Com
We Used To Be Okay But Now We Are A Wholly-Owned Subsidiary Of We Hate You Inc. And Have Adopted A Certain Attitude Of Ennui Towards Customer Service, We Hope You Understand, Although Not With Any Great Enthusiasm Co.

…so Rogers is, and I state this with no small measure of despair, actually the best choice in this area. Blarf.

Pointillist

No walk this morning, cleaning instead.

Coffee’s ready.  I am very happy with my current coffee.  I have decided that I don’t really like the coffee from church, so I’ll continue to buy fair trade coffee but I’ll stick to what I like.

We actually got through a bottle of red wine without throwing any out.   This never happens, mostly because I do not drink wine.

Work, which has been intense and crunchy, continues to kick it up a notch.  There’s nothing like talking down a customer who starts a 35 minute conversation with a polite request to speak to your grandboss and ends with a “Have a nice cold beer”, but that was how my day ended.

I still haven’t been able to get to a music shop to buy an amp. Grr

The homily is mocking me.  I need inner strength, or something.

I send out an enormous shout out to Sue Sparlin.  I luves that woman.

I could complain about other stuff, like how my daughter hasn’t called me in a week, but that is just me being grumpy. and I’m going to be in the Grumpy Zone for a while yet.

And the web swings wide

I am breakfasting with Paul – oatmeal – and drinking coffee.  I know I’m being a slug so I’m encouraging Paul to get me exercising so we went for a constitutional this morning.  Margot thought about coming along for the first little bit but she’s even lazier than I am.

I have been watching the world, and I am not happy with the signs.  I do not trust the future; I’m uneasy in the present and the past is gnawing at me.  Many different waves are coming at me and I am reminded of Loppe’s comment to Gelis, “Buoyancy, mademoiselle, is always an asset.”

I am hoping my mother will get some mileage out of the Henry Thomas Wake diaries – there’s somebody in England who runs a lovely blog who’s interested in them.

The homily is stalled on the notion that if you can’t connect cognitive bias to a story (without stories how shall the people live?) the homily itself will be lifeless and unmemorable.

The hymns, fortunately, are picked out and off to the accompanist, thank you Marnie!

I borrowed Mike’s 12 string Aria electric, and now I’m in the market for an amp.

Tom is working on my subwoofer for the car.  I may have to buy a new one, and it’s my own fault for letting groceries slosh around in front of the unprotected cone.

Now it’s time to get a real start on the day.  I like this getting up and going for a walk.  I do feel very awake.

Paul fixed up my bike so I could give it to Katie and we haven’t seen hide nor hair of her.  She’s been working almost every day though.

I am having SEVERE “the Wire” deficiency.  I love that show, and we can’t get more of it from Zip until we start returning things.

Jeff and I watched the Departed.  That is also a very good watch. Leo diCaprio was so visceral….

Coffee and sunshine

I’m sitting in the kitchen watching the sun breaking through the clouds.  Today I’m getting the furniture on the back deck ready to be put away for the rainy season by getting it all clean and dry.  I shelled the seed peas, cleaned the last of the seed quinoa, and once it’s a little dryer I’ll put the last of the sod I pulled out of the yard for the garden into the composter.  Paul figured out how to get the chaff separated from the seeds for the quinoa – but first you have to dry everything.  My big mistake was processing everything wet.

Jeff has learned to clean out Miss Margot’s eyecruft.  I noticed that she was phenomenally goopy this time last year too – much more so than normal, so I’m assuming that like most Persians she has some kind of allergy.  She’s on the qui vive right now, there are bush tits flocking through the dogwood in the back yard and while she’s no bird hunter (flying insects being more her speed), she’s intensely interested in our feathered friends.

Eddie ‘pulled a Margot’ the other day, blasting past her so close that he nearly bowled her over.  It doesn’t matter – nothing he can do would end her regard and admiration for him.  I love how she runs parallel to him throwing her silky tail over his back, while standing about a third closer to the ground.

So nice to have the back door standing open.  Friends and family come visit!