Well, I have taken a break from blogging and a four day break from working, and let me tell you how things went….
Saturday last I did the shopping, picking up a small fresh turkey at Choices plus fixings. Sunday I cooked for a good chunk of the day and Keith and Paul and, later, Katie, came by and ate what I had been slaving over. Which was not as juicy as roast birds of yore but still damned good and the skin was amazing. Monday I spent the whole day with Tammy, who was visiting from out of town, and what a lovely, lovely day we had; I went to pick her up with Katie in tow at 9:30, and then we went to Metrotown and had a chai latte and a bit of a gab fest before Katie went into work; then a quick stop at London Drugs where despite all of Jeff’s dire warnings I purchased him (and Keith) matching birthday presents, being RC helicopters; then since the rain quit for long enough we walked down at New Westminster Quay and then met up with Keith for a late and fabulous lunch at Balkan house (the pork fillet with mushroom sauce was spectacular!) and thus Tammy got to see both kids, which is great since she’s known them for 20 years and has much enjoyed being an ontie to both of them. Then, we went back to Geekhaus and I sang and played (not long enough to be boring I hope) and drank beer (I was being good because I had to drive) and played with Tammy’s torch phone (I got some songs and video thereon) then long about 8 I drove her back to her mom’s place in Granville Island environs. The weather was foul for driving and I hit hydroplaning conditions BOTH ways on the highway, which sucked the proverbial, but made it home in good shape, only to find Katie anxious to catch up on Homeland. The darned shows are so good that despite having watched all three of the last episodes of S1 I had to watch them again.
Today I am running laundry and dishwashers and dropped off Katie (who has sworn a mighty oath to come home tonight which just makes me laugh my ass off, because she’s going to go out and hang with friends on her Friday night no matter what she says to her mOm on the morn) and picked up food and drink and painkillers and had a facial at Cecil B, which was absolutely wonderful until the moment I realized I’d put Ziva in short term parking at which point I couldn’t relax cause I thought my damned car was going to be towed. She wasn’t. Then I realized I hadn’t put the alarm on at the house and rabbited home, and all was well there, so I scraped about a bunny’s worth of fur off Margot while she made her ineffectual and entirely pointless growling noise, and cleaned all the cat litter off her paws and the grunge off her bum, and when I came downstairs to collapse in front of Plants Vs Zombies for half an hour, ended up scraping hair off Eddie, who for once seemed to be okay with it.
Now I am contemplating a late and leisurely lunch of leftovers and honestly, I don’t think I’ve felt this good in ages. Oh, and I sent my spare fascinator (there’s a combination of English words you don’t hear frequently) back with the lovely Tammy so her mOm could wear it for New Years’ and at some point Keith will go collect it as he can see her condo from where he works. My cunning plan to have people meet each other at my behest when I’m not around continues! And Tammy’s mOm is extraordinarily well connected in the arts and fundraising communities in Vancouver, so you can’t say I’m providing an introduction that won’t be to everyone’s benefit. I briefly saw her condo which was resplendent with Christmas decorations of subtlety and taste. Hell, someone’s got to do it.
I send all who have been wondering where I’ve been the best of the season, and I hope you all have a safe and comfy New Years’ Eve. And may the blessings of temperance, civility and prosperity follow the excesses of the season.
Mike’s hosting this year’s partay. It should be a modest and jolly affair.