Author: Allegra
Fairly busy weekend
Today it’ll be cleaning, then hanging with Mike, then brunch with this dude I met at Lorraine’s birthday gathering at the track (which, as I think I mentioned, was a truly awesome event). He makes brunch once a month as a fundraiser / can gatherer for the Food Bank and pics from previous events showing people from 6 months to 65 years old cheerfully consuming pamcakes in a sunny kitchen are tremendously appealing. Also it will be super easy to get to on transit, always a consideration.
There will be laundry and editing in there too someplace.
Then Monday, Leo and Linda. YAY!
Homilies PDF available now
Search for Homilies on my site; the PDF is called “Homilies”. Alternatively, use the ‘Pages’ drop-down list in the sidebar and select the ‘Homilies’ page for a link to the PDF. Also, here’s a direct link to the PDF.
more homilies? whaaaaa
So I never finished Angels Unawares. mOm provided Arc of a Life, which should be on the site already but isn’t, oh how disorganized I am! But productively disorganized. There is now a preface and acknowledgements and the word count is over 65K which is a quite respectable size.
mOm has requested a table of contents …. sigh.
Editing!
Got permission for a quote from the writer, check, now I’m trying to jam in one more homily and finish off the Homilies book.
Yes, I know, I know, but it’s still editing.
Editing
Very close to being done on the Homilies book, and very grateful that I have something to get me into the editing mood before I fling myself back into Sweep Off Those Waves.
I have a tremendous desire for an old family recipe, so I think I’m going to make it today, chicken and mushrooms poached in orange juice over rice.
Spoilers sort of
Don’t go to see Jason Bourne. It’s a classic example, as Jeff and I agreed, of an action movie in which every single element is perfect but the script. So I’m not going to say anything about the plot such as it is but I will spoil the movie for you by telling you not to go.
Bourne away on a tide of cinema
BOUGHT TICKETS so I don’t drag Jeff all the way down there and we don’t get in. Still feeling ooog about that.
Today I’m gonna buy fish and a light bulb for a fridge and run the dishwasher and make world peace and win the Nobel Prize for Economics. Now guess which ones are more likely.
Keith’s coming for brekky
As the Jeff Birthday celebrations continue.
Home fries, eggs, bacon, sausages, avocado, tomatoes and if Keith wants coffee he’d better bring it.
Editing Homilies.
added in the early afternoon…
HE BROUGHT COFFEE. Now of course I have to clean out the coffee filter but HE ALSO BROUGHT CREAM. This concludes my whining in the subject.
I’m actually enjoying editing the homilies since they aren’t on my to do list. Funny how that works with us sickly creative types. Ah, good, my backspace key still works.
Working on a standup routine, goes something like this. Nope, nope the backspace key still works.
Happy birthday 2 U
May I toast one of the smartest, kindest, most honest and funniest men I know – Jeff.
He’s good looking, too, but I get to say that, I’m his sister.
Pleasant weekend. I ate at Cora’s again with Mike and this time it was absolutely amazing. Jeff got the leftovers. Whoever buys fruit for them knows that the hell they are doing.
We’re going to stretch the birthday out by getting yommy fud today and going to Jason Bourne next week.
Itsalwaystimetonukeyourbrowserhistory
Not much to report; Keith and Paul were here yesterday to (among other things) drink beer and watch documentaries. Paul and I walked to the beer store, and this time I didn’t stiff him with any of the haulage duties. I wasn’t wearing shoes with orthotics, so different things are smarting today.
We are re-watching Burn Notice. I’m doing it with a view to establishing whether the Michael Westen character is possibly either a) asexual – for which I’ve found some evidence in behaviour and text or b) so traumatized by previous events with Fiona that he requires extraordinary circumstances to feel sexual with her at all, for which there is plenty of evidence and which is how the characters frame the situation, including Michael but excluding Fiona, who appears to be gapping that Michael has good reason to be wary. But what if he’s using it as cover for being asexual? The way he goes la la la la la I can’t hear you when other grown men talk about their sex lives? That childlike smile, at ninety degrees to the heavy lidded smirk of a guy who’s getting hip-twitchy, the softening of his posture and the very slight backing away when Fiona’s getting frisky… Jeff says it’s self-control. Of course, but in the service of which emotion? When he’s really trying to act like a guy fighting his feelings he gives her a little shove and looks down and away. The body language is quite stylized. The semiotics are eeentresting.
Page 71 in edits. I am also rewriting at the paragraph level, but not too often thank heaven maybe once every ten pages or so, for clarity and connectedness.
There is karaoke a few kilometres from here tonight. I’ll see how I feel. Consciousness is a variable quantity these days, and it makes an appearance and vanishes at odd hours.
Off to brekky with Keith and brO
Well, I knew sooner or later it would feel like the orthotics are making things worse, and today’s the day. The inner left knee is VERY HURTY AND HOT right now.
More walkies
My feet actually hurt from the park walk yesterday. We found purple loosestrife in the park, so uh-oh!
Off to comfort my brain with lists today…
walkies
Paul and I found the parking lot for Byrne Creek Ravine Park and wandered about for a while, and then went for Pho at Pho Hong on Kingsway, which is our go to for pho. Then we came back here and consumed media. He’s just now called to ask me to go walkies again, and now that I have these new orthotics… yeah.
Anyway, Alex was here yesterday, and he was in fine form.
The Terrible Baby Monster
He was in fantastic shape today. First, he *asked* to come see me, then he very sweetly greeted all his favourite parts of visits to Geekhaus, being the Star Trek TOS pinball and the Xenon pinball, the big blue ball, the kitty (Miss Margot, who suffered his very gentle pats with as good grace as she could), his special toys, and THE FAN. To say he is a fan of the fan is puttin’ it mild. Then he wanted to play with Cat Alone, and we went to the park and I pushed him on the swings. Then I called mOm because I wanted to share the wealth, and he bellowed a toddler “HIYA!!” into the phone, which hopefully will make mOm melt into a happy puddle when she picks up her messages. And he napped, the little dickens, so Katie and I could catch up.