writer’s group 2nite

It’s inspirational. Everybody’s writing different genre stuff.

1400 words on HOTM yesterday. I broke down and got beautiful salty Indian food for dinner because it was hot as balls yesterday and I did not want to cook but I wanted something tasty.

Heard from Mike, he’s doing okay. Party planning for Paul’s birthday continues apace.

Twenty minute walk just now. There was no milk in the house and I got cream because I think I’m going to make coffee.

 

I DIDN’T GO I LITERALLY FELL ASLEEP AND I FEEL REALLY WEIRD AND OVER HOT

 

Not too much to report

Watched Avengers Endgame. I found it quite enjoyable compared to most of the superhero movies out there, a good exit from the franchise(s) for Scarlet and Robert.

Jeff is enjoying the performance of Ned Dennehy as Paddy in Glitch on Netflix. Apparently when he was cast, the director was ‘looking for the best looking actor in Ireland and Colin Farrell wasn’t available’. One can characterize Mr. Dennehy as many things, but good looking in the standard issue way is not one of them. LOL

Also he was Hastur in Good Omens; he was fricking fantastic. His screaming is really epic.

Walked to Timmy Ho’s yesterday with Jeff; I’m well in train for getting 150 minutes of walking in, and when I’m walking Alex to school I’ll be getting a minimum of 300 minutes a week in with a school aged child in tow so I imagine I’ll instantly be in shape for that.

Anyway, I think I’ll head off to Timmy Ho’s again; I really enjoyed that coffee yesterday and what can I say, I’d enjoy the walk before it gets so hot we melt.

November 2004 is done

Picked up my new scrip for inderal yesterday.

Walked to Timmy Ho’s with Jeff. I should not be drinking coffee or eating sugar but hey it got us out of the house and I’m supposed to be walking 150 minutes a week minimum for health benefits.

Slept well. Still haven’t set up the CPAP again. Jeff suggests getting it adjusted.

Beautiful hot day. Pride today. Downtown will be a cluster.

I light candles for the dead, bereaved and injured of El Paso and Canton.

October 2004 now complete

I’ve copied everything over to WordPress.

I was a different person then.

A worker was trimming roses at New West Quay yesterday and I got some to take home. We had a lovely walk, and I got a teensy bit of shopping in.

Paul’s 70 next month; we’re having a shindig at his place. I have a short list of people to call to invite. He wants sushi and something in the Instant Pot so that will be easy to wrangle. I’m slowly assembling a list of things to do.

It’s been four years since I stopped talking to Sandy. I miss her, but not enough to pick up the phone or email her. She’s still plugging away at Red Deer according to social media.

It’s been almost 18 months since I quit facebook. I’m good with that.

I didn’t realize I’ve actually quit church three times now. I’m not going back and this time I think it took.

Weird to review 2004.

You know that I have lots to say

But I don’t necessarily say it.

Found a love letter I wrote to a friend ten years ago. I never gave it to them for reasons that make sense to me, and didn’t give it after because our friendship altered, many times. I don’t know how appropriate it would be to give it over now, but it’s quite a piece of writing, so I’m transcribing it.

Almost finished reposting September 2004 into this WordPress blog. Lots of amazing pictures. Note to self, more pictures.

 

gaw damn

So the government having spun and ground and popped its neck vertebrae has now coughtèd up another 2700 dollars this time for GST/HST.

Unbelievable. Jeff suggested sending fleurs to the woman at RevCan and I’m seriously considering it… anonymous, of course, so as to not have the appearance of a bribe.

Her voice – so peaceful and kind.

The exact opposite of what you’d expect.

Finally did a word count on HOTM can you believe it the rewrite is now almost 30K long!!!

paper girl

I bought art supplies, pens and paper yesterday, thanks to Paul. We went on an expotition. Also I helped him with some government paperwork. It was a papery day. Also got a bullet journal. Wrote 850 words on Conversion, the chapter in which Michel, Oddi and Harri kidnap Sissy to take her back to stand trial in Vancouver, and things go wrong three different ways, but not entirely. Wrote another thousand words on a fic that is going so poorly I think I’d rather work on main projects today.

Time to take biscotti out.

Time to put biscotti in. This will be my last bake for a while. I’m on the Dash diet, apparently. Essentially it is a death diet; there’s nothing worth living for and you quietly starve yourself to the grave while worshipping your dropping BMI and blood pressure.

Time to take biscotti out.

Back to the doc on the ninth August. Still no dementia test – she thought it was better to tell me how I’ve got three times the normal chances of popping my clogs or stroking out. Gee thanks but hey, reality.

Now I shall tell the truth. Couple of days ago I turned the yellow clingstone plums that Peggy gave me into plum sauce AND THAT WAS A WHOLE SCENE because it changed colours four times while I was cooking it. First it was orange and then it was pink and then it was green and then it was, well, plum coloured. It changed colour partly because I put a lot of baking soda in it and it foamed up and turned green I felt like I was at Hogwarts. I cooked pork tenderloin in it and gave it to the folks at planet bachelor because Katie should not be stuck doing the cooking all the time. I RECYCLED THE PLUM SAUCE and cooked Jeff’s birthday dinner of chicken thighs in it. GOD THEY TURNED OUT WELL.  Then I recycled the sauce, I know when to quit. The rest of the plum sauce (there were MANY PLUMS)  I’m going to turn into some kind of low salt dessert, I just haven’t figured out how. OR MAYBE I’LL FREEZE IT I dunno.

 

sore back

Two grand worth of la z boy dual loveseat showed up on the sidewalk during our walk yesterday so we hauled it home and I am sore like woah. (Jeff did most of the work.) We’ll set it up after we get it cleaned. It doesn’t have any crap in it currently but safety first.

Missed a chance to go swimming with Alex yesterday but I was toast. My eyes are itchy right now and I didn’t feel like adding to that.

Happy BDAY Jeff!!!!

 

feast

Patsara was fantastic (Jeff pronounced himself pleased and I ordered a bunch of to share appies which were, candidly, incredible) and we came back here to sing and play and talk and Jeff and I cleaned the house somewhat so yay us. Carry On Wayward Son was involved, plus the THR5A amp of posts previous. I drank two whole beers at the restaurant; feel fine. It was lovely to see Tom U., I hadn’t seen him in ages.

David Dowker’s chapbook Time-Sensitive Material (see Instagram links Here and Here) will be launched shortly. Congratulations Dave!

Alex dropped by yesterday and volunteered to be ‘left behind at grandma’s’ so his mamabear could get an alone phone call and he watched Chelyabinsk and Pompeii videos with me, plus he has this thing about the R Crumb Stoned Again animation that I don’t quite get. He’s 4.

Volcanoes! Meteors! Optical calcite crystals! Dinosaurs! Cartoons! Unboxing videos of die cast Disney merch! Throwing picks into the dulcimer holes and howling with laughter when I disapprove! Singing along to the soundtrack of the Xenon pinball! It’s all here for his enjoyment.

a feast and amusements

Dinner was set for 6:30, but our table was waiting when we got there early. “Early!” Mike said mildly, as if such things never occur on his watch. We walked through the restaurant and stepped down onto the patio, where we were transported to a world of attentive and kindly service, and got to watch a wedding out on the lawn. Some violinist, undoubtedly one who had not thought of such a living in music school, sawed away most competently on the exact traditional and classical airs which a) have no ducking copyright and b) are least likely to induce violence in the listeners/gathering. Well done, violinist.

We were bothered by no importunate birds or unpleasant insects as we chowed down on the fresh halibut and lamb tenderloin and west coast risotto (Haida Gwaii halibut, steelhead salmon, capers and lemon which was of surpassing nom, believe me). Dessert would have been folly – Mike and I rolled out of there with bug eyed slowness, such was our state of repletion. We got the charcuterie tray, too, which was so fucking good I’m having flashbacks. It’s also the exact wrong thing for me to eat with my blood pressure. I suggested it but only because I know Mike likes that kind of shit too and there’s not a damned thing wrong with his blood pressure. ( I had zero alcohol )

Mike took pics of my updo – it was held together with 20 bobby pins, 3 hair elastics and enough product to turn the prow of a ship ice-breaker capable. It also held together like grim death in the convertible (Mike’s driving the Mustang again, after many adventures in muscle strain and industrial accident getting the critter operational, all in Trent’s Man Cave, which is much like Tom’s Man Cave and other Man Caves of story and legend in that it has damned near anything you’d need to fix anything.)

Anyway, Mike was in Denver and like me he has trouble finding clothes that fit locally which is FUCKING LUDICROUS because he is an averagely proportioned man of Chinese descent WHO LIVES IN VANCOUVER but because merchandizing buyers are racist, there’s never enough size 28 anything (he’s a perfect size 28) so you can imagine how he felt when he found a designer suit in his size for 99 bucks US.

The suit is gunmetal grey and shiny; put together with a black dress shirt and Daytons elevator cowboy boots with silver chains he looked like a fucking whale at a casino. He looked so sharp I was splodey with pride.

I stepped out of the house and Mike said “You look smashing.” (I intend to share this comment with Teresa, the gal who put my hair up while we had a lovely convo.) I sure felt like it. We were also going for the monochrome look, me in solid burgundy and him in shiny dark grey. Nobody else at the restaurant dressed up. I just wish I could have gotten one of Elyse’s tiaras/necklaces as well, but Eshakti did me up fine with this outfit.

Wrong colour of course and also I got it on sale in the closeout colour. Let’s just say you won’t find an outfit that stylish, comfy and cheap at Penningtons. I’m never going to a classical fat lady store again, the chains can bite me.

So Hart House dins while dressed up for Mike’s birthday went exceedingly well. I am going to remember this meal as the height of company, location, food and basic happiness, because I don’t think I stopped smiling for the entire meal.

And in a less formal way we’ll be doing it on Saturday at the Thai restaurant in New West with the rest of Mike’s friends and Jeff and I are hosting the afterpartay. LET THE GRAND CLEANING BEGIN mebbe with the cat puke in the living room.

IT’s a beautiful, beautiful day. Cloudless and bright.