That was my day yesterday. Also wrote a letter to auntie Mary although I have not managed to find an envelope of suitable size and robustness to mail it.
That was my day yesterday. Also wrote a letter to auntie Mary although I have not managed to find an envelope of suitable size and robustness to mail it.
Not much to report, I’m afraid. Apart from running a couple of loads of laundry, and the dishes, and practicing louder than Buster’s comfortable with, I haven’t done much these last two days but binge the first two seasons of Westworld. Isn’t it amusing to think that this show, which has many of the features of the Golden Age of Boob Tube, is a large inflorescence of the now firmly planted Tree of Story!
I ordered takeout from L&R – they really make nice naan.
Got to see a momma raccoon and her three babies in a stream at Fraser Foreshore Park!
Also got very close to the two herons.
Ate sushi in the shade outside LA Sushi afterward, and then picked up some milk and halvah as a treat.
This is a Highland calf
This is Granville street in 1959
A handsome family (Barry, Alex, Imp)
It’s nice when the temperature goes back to ‘normal’
Teddy Bear’s picnic gets kinky.
Go for the gusto buddy
Despite this we found a new burger place called Burger Den on Kingsway and they make good old fashioned burgers and the most insanely good fried potatoes (crinkle cut lengthwise) either of us have eaten since the last time Jarmo cooked some up for us, and that my friends was a while back. Got delivery.
Two loads of laundry washed and put away, emptied and reloaded dishwasher, brushed my teeths, couple hundred words on the fanfic, practiced some, made a tuna salad. Paul called for a walk but I’m feeling feverish off and on.
I called Keith to ask him when it would be convenient to take over his birthday presents (three different sizes of baking pan, a new paring knife and precut parchment paper (he uses it a lot for baked meals)) and his response was to invite me and Jeff over for almond crusted chicken, savoury whipped sweet potatoes and green beans. Meat and two veg, how restorative. Keith was quite appreciative of the gifts.
We picked up a tiramisu loaf from Langley Farm Market and proceeded over there. Both of us have been avoiding rush hour traffic so it was a lot like the front gate of hell, trying to get down 10th Ave yesterday at quarter to six. Fortunately we deked north onto 2nd instead of going all the way to Cumberland. Katie and Alex came out to say hi and we sat and ate a family meal at Leo M.’s old kitchen table, and man…. that was good. In attendance kMike, Keith, Kate, Alex (he didn’t eat), Paul, me and Jeff.
There’s some talk of Jeff going to Victoria; pisses me off that they won’t let us stay in our cars. I’ll be here with Buster boy.
whatever happens after humankind is gone,
a token will persist although it will not live
this tooth of mine (she points, grimacing)
the set point for a stalactite
don’t forget, as bad as things may be
to leave things to confuse the aliens
man it is effin wrung out there
Borrowed the car to shop for Keith’s birthday presents and drop off my library books. I was supposed to get ant gunk and deal with the screw up regarding my visa card but I ran out of urge about an hour into the expotition and came home. BACKED THE TRUCK IN THO usually I don’t.
I SAW A NEW MAMMAL YESTERDAY
Yes, it’s worth yelling about.
And now I want to rant for such a long time, but I won’t. It has a white guy’s name.
I saw a townsend’s vole. And you know what else!? I saw it for perhaps 1.5 seconds as it ran from the water’s edge to the cover of the rushes and IDENTIFIED IT AS A VOLE RIGHT AWAY. No hesitation. Just THAT’S A VOLE at the top of my lungs. Despite the fact it was about twice as big as any I’ve ever seen in life…
Do you know how often I get to see a new mammal? Last time was the bobcat and that was the November before the November before the pandemic.
The critter was EXACTLY as I remembered it when I looked it up less than two hours later. Only difference was it had been tooling around in grey green mud so he was a little closer to the grey green end of the spectrum, not a wholesome plump brown like the illos.
No masks. Paul still wanders WAY TOO CLOSE to people, that man’s going to get himself a faceful of virus one of these days. I try to keep 6 feet, outdoors or no.
Also yesterday I made Paul sit through all the work I’ve done to get a bird list with calls together for us for when we go through Deer Lake Park. We ate Mike M’s chowder, which he dropped off Sunday night and how good it was to see him.
Continued writing, about 500 words yesterday and the same this morning so far.
Buried in ants in the kitchen. Something must be done.
FINALLY got the crown installed. My fucking credit card barfed (after I was assured by TD that it worked fine) and my daily limit wasn’t enough to pay on the debit so I have to go back today and pay the rest. The tooth itself is fantastic and they were so embarrassed they gave me a 10 percent discount. Given that I’ve been given money by my parents to pay for this let me assure you both I will spend the difference foolishly on Keith’s BirthDay Prezzies.
I have quite a shopping expedition to do today. Keith wants cooking stuff and I am requiring a few items here and there.
2400 words of fanfic yesterday. I have literally not felt like writing in ages and boom, there it was. I’ve also been editing the Roommate section of Honey on the Moon.
Pizza for breakfast, gotta make more ice tea for Jeff… maybe breakfast?
we mostly ended up sitting on the deck
We’ve been invited to a filk in August!
Tried Popeyes chicken and shrimp and ‘cajun poutine’. It’s all fucking terrible, don’t bother.
Watched half of A Map of Tiny Perfect Things and will finish it today.
Tried to watch that new Chris Pratt SFer but GOD THERE IS NO STORY THAT MAKES ANY SENSE
I am very much enjoying the diminution of the heat.
Listening to some of my fave music on Youtube this morning
I prefer the extended remix Shriekback.
More ‘new wave’ – the Headboys Experiments
Owl and Cat and Catalonian rock and roll
And who could forget this Animusic classic. I must have played this a hundred times the year it came out.
Ah, Sloan…. the floaty guitar over the ominous bass, the restrained emotion of the video. also the THIS AIN’T POLY IT’S CHEATING vibe
Emergency Management BC didn’t even try to CALL OR CONTACT the local Indigenous in Lytton and environs until 24 HOURS AFTER THE FUCKING FIRE WIPED OUT THE TOWN
fuck systemic racism, sincerely
we got Burger Heaven burgers and shakes yesterday
Katie and I are talking about first week of August to go visit the parental units.
Jeff and I are thinking about takeout for midafternoon.
Lovely walk at Fraser Foreshore. The crows recognized me and gave me shit for not bringing peanuts. Paul can confirm.
I want to buy this book for mOm