Month: April 2018

mmmmm the schnitzel house was back on its game last night SO GOOD normally I don’t eat the whole thing but I just devoured mine.

Watching The Alienist. I read the book a couple of years after it came out, and really enjoyed it. Caleb Carr is a historian who lives in New York, and he tried to make as close to being ‘real’ as he could. I particularly remember how incredible the descriptions of 1896 New York were. Also, he wrote a sequel, which if this show is successful will probably form the basis for the next season.

Took Jeff out for brekky this am. Now we’re trying to grind through enough work to feel okay about watching whatever’s on the pvr – which will not include NCIS since it’s a rebroadcast.

I charged up the camera M loaned me without difficulty and now I’m trying to extract pics. We’ll see how that goes. May post some here if I am successful, which I’d better be, since I AM UNDER STRICT ORDERS TO FILL A 16 GIG CARD WITH ICELAND ICELAND ICELAND

 

another swithering kinda day

Strange rental.

The van vs pedestrian murders in Toronto yesterday were blocks from where my friend D lives and I kinda freaked out when I couldn’t reach him. Turns out he often walks there … on the other side of the street.

 

I love how hard he concentrates on his play. He was ferrying rocks back and forth between the bowl of water and the cement blocks he was placing them on, and everything made sense to him and he got wet from the hose and peed in the back yard and it was all pretty relaxed. I’m always glad when the rellies come voluntarily….

Recently he’s started telling stories. The one he told yesterday was of the multicoloured bugs that tried to get into his daddy’s place and make it a mess. We continued along with the story and laughed rather immoderately.

I got my bucket filled up again, yay. The sun yesterday was so gorgeous.

Left a gallon jug of milk on the counter last night SCREW THAT NOISE I’M MAKING PANEER.

There was an immense salmon made of clouds across the sky in Burnaby this morning. As a day sign for Earth Day I hardly think it could be improved upon.

somebody on twitter had to rehome a puppy (sadface) and I cheered her up with a pic of Miss Margot.

Barbara Ehrenreich gives up on doctors.

mOm that one was for you, since it’s slyly funny.

I JUST HAD SOMETHING MAHVELLOUS HAPPEN Alex told his mama that he wanted to go to a friend’s house and I AM THAT FRIEND.

I feel like I hit the grandson lottery. He’s already complimented me on a dress I wore (I wore red because he likes it) and now I’M HIS FRIEND. I feel like running around yelling, but I think M would object (we are very mismatched re sleeping cycles – I’ll be amazed if he stirs before 10 and given his insomnia I’d rather hack off my feet and eat them than waken him).

Anyway I get to see my grandson this afternoon and I’m a happy camper.

I saw this on twitter today and told Jeff if it wasn’t on the basement bathroom door by the time I got home I would be ‘disappointed’.

mOm next time you’re talking to Katie ask her about her ‘sexual harassment incident’ at work. Not as bad as it sounds. Tremendously happy ending, although possibly not what her coworker was expecting in that regard.

 

Nothing caught fire. I’m hoping the fire in my belly comes back, but now that I’m used to why trouble with writing is happening I think editing is a better go. I’m whistling in the dark at the moment.

Expanse continues to be the best thing on new TV.

Loving Bosch, hating my love of police procedurals.

Happy 4/20 everyone.

It’s kind of regrettable that there are like two people who read my blog who will get why that link is funny, but that’s my life. Everything is funny or nothing is. Life without funny is not on, so I’m going with the former contention.

I have now walked 2k (at least) every morning before 7 am since Saturday when I bought my boots. Paul heard me bitching about my blisters and gave me the biggest package of moleskin I’ve ever seen, and I am glad to report that my feet only hurt a teeny bit now. Also, I need better socks.

We are continuing to enjoy the reboot of Lost in Space (family friendly SF on Netflix, suitable for bingeing) and I am enjoying the current Bosch season although I’d enjoy it if the source material didn’t have ‘the ex wife dies and the killers must be caught by our intrepid cop hero’ as one of the main plot pivots. ah well.

Today since writing still feels far away: laundry and edits.

 

Someone tell GroovyBruce.

Isabella!

Notice that BC Indigenous don’t even rate a freaking mention.

If the cops would do their fucking jobs with compassion half assed semi solutions like this wouldn’t be required.

 

I am thankful to have experienced a good night’s sleep on new high thread count sheets.

I am grateful that my mother and father had two children, because Jeff is awesome.

I am grateful for my grown children, who are challenging and fun and annoying in all the ways family members are, but mostly for being really loving and supportive of late.

My parents I try to thank in person when I remember.

Grateful for the intelligent and loving friendships which have been other people’s gifts to me my whole life.

Grateful to have my brain, even if it wobbles, because it thinks such interesting things.

 

I met somebody who lives in SW Iceland on twitter and she and I are going to share a bevvie at some point.

Checked my itinerary – I’m departing May 14 not May 15.

• Antibacterial wipes  NOT

* Batteries … buy there if I have to

* Binoculars (optional) – borrowing a pair

* Camera (With extra memory cards and batteries) – we’ll wee

* Cash, credit and debit cards – cash is not necessary in Iceland. Credit card penetration even in tiny places is almost 100% and the credit card companies are offering better exchanges in most cases.

* Day pack (Used for daily excursions or short overnights)

* First Aid Kit (should contain lip balm with sunscreen, sunscreen, whistle, Aspirin, Ibuprofen, bandaids/plasters, tape, anti-histamines,

antibacterial gel/wipes, antiseptic cream, Imodium or similar tablets for mild cases of diarrhea, rehydration powder, sewing kit, extra

prescription drugs you may be taking)

* Flashlight/torch (This item is optional and is only useful through the months of August – March)

* Fleece top/sweater DONE

* Hiking boots/sturdy walking shoes DONE

* Hiking pants (Convertible/Zip-off and quick dry recommended) DONE

* Long pants/jeans DONE

* Moneybelt    I’ll have to find it

* Nicer outfit for an evening out SCREW THAT NOISE I’M A TOURIST

* Outlet adapter – need to borrow one if I can

* Personal entertainment (Reading and writing materials, cards, music player, etc.)  DON’T I WISH I COULD TAKE ROWENA  I will take a deck of cards though

* Pocketknife — say what

* Reusable water bottle

* Shirts/t-shirts  yup

* Small travel towel —-have got

* Socks

* Sunblock need

* Sunglasses have got

* Sun hat/bandana  have got

* Swimwear have got

* Toiletries (Preferably biodegradable)   HA HA I AM NATURALLY BEAUTIFUL

* Warm gloves have got

* Warm hat – I’m going to take my nyancat hat

* Watch and alarm clock – my phone, you mean

* Waterproof backpack cover

* Waterproof pants  DONE

* Windproof rain jacket   DONE

This experience, which lasted about ten minutes in total, is probably migraine related.  I render it as a poem because I wrote the first line and my ancestors took it as an invite and piled on. Like I said. Altered state of consciousness.

Continue reading Migraines sure are weird

Encounters with Wildlife in East Burnaby, part the nummptyeth. So I’m walking in the dark in my new boots (ow, incidentally) back from Timmy Ho’s just now with a bag of croissants. I hear the crow above me give an alarm call and look around for the source. (Vancouver crows are forgetting how to be diurnal – there are a number of places in town where they stay up all night, for example at the Casino next to the highway.)

One, two full-grown raccoons lollop across the street at 6th and 11th. They vanish, but they’re on the street I intend to walk down and I’m immediately uneasy. No raccoon has ever hurt me and these two don’t look sick, but two raccoons is 30 kilos of teeth and claws.

On cue, they *come out of the bushes toward me*, about three metres apart, not looking at me but at the frickin’ full’o’goodies Timmy Ho bag. I grabbed my open jacket front and wave, yell NO I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING and the lil ****ers do a Homer fade into the bushes again.

So …. yesterday I posted a tweet mocking a raccoon AND YOU KNOW THERE ARE NO COINCIDENCES.