Author: Allegra

Born when atmospheric carbon was 316 PPM. Settled on MST country since 1997. Parent, grandparent.

So I decided to write a song about drinking tequila on Wreck Beach

Which is something I’ve done once and likely won’t do again.

It’s very Tijuana Brass-sounding.  I heart me the Tijuana Brass.

2020 says this is racist, trust me

If you’re drinking margaritas

you’re going to need tequila

and if you have tequila you’ve got tequila

you’re headed for some fun

but the one thing that you need

beside the gold tequila

is to feel the warm embrace

of the rays of the brilliant sun

 

And of course you know you will need some ice

and of course you know you will need some lime

frugal at twice the price

with a buzz that is most sublime

As you hear bask in the sighing breeze

and watch gaze as where the eagles soar

margaritas on Wreck Beach

your troubles are no more.

and from life you ask NOTHING MORE

 

SO 2020 says that this song went through some changes and I wrote a lovely tune with an instrumental break.

 

Evening at the Heritage

Mike, Rozo, Jeff, Katie and I consumed bevvies (I had one Carlsberg and you may all laugh, I feel quite hungover) and ate nommies and listed to live music last night at the Heritage.  Who’d’a thunk we’d actually gerroff our asses and go out someplace?

Also yesterday Katie K called me up having read my facebutt post on my unemployment.  People are being very civil to me about it and I’m finding it quite heartwarming.  We had a lovely long chat and how good to hear her voice.

Today I’m going to make more lists, practice my mandolin. watch some Stargate Atlantis episodes, drink coffee, commune with my cat by waving long stalks of grass in front of her face and commiserate with my daughter about how the first day of her 11 days off is such a sucky day, as we have “BEACH” on our list of things to do and the weather is uncooperative.  Also, trip to the Island at some point.  Also, shopping trip to the US possibly. (I don’t actually intend to buy anything but I can always provide the wheels.)

Christ, gas prices.

Upgraded the MacBook’s OS to Snow Leopard yesterday.  It was lengthy, but painless.  This will hopefully stop all of my various programs from saying I’m running an outdated version of things.  I can’t tell any difference but I suppose that’s the point.  Everything seems to be working okay.  I have to say I have been completely underwhelmed by the attitude of the MacStation employees when you walk into that store on Brighton…. their cold dead eyes, their complete lack of enthusiasm to see you.  Impressive tattoos, though.

I have a deep deep hankering for doubles today from D Roti Shak.  I will get some, but I think I’m also going to learn how.  It’s a fried bread chickpea sandwich, how hard could it be?

I also have a deep hankering for more cinnamon buns, so I suppose after the dishwasher quits swishing and clanking I should fire up the breadmaker.

Jeff enjoyed my foray into chocolate chip cookies, but my brain is not enjoying chocolate at the moment so the next cookies will be Granny’s oatmeal cookies so we can both have something to enjoy.  I am thinking of making them as refrigerator cookies so as to avoid having to cook a whole batch at once.

I introduced Miss Margot to Miss Kira yesterday morning. Margot came out to the front porch with me so I scooped her up and tossed her in the car.  She attempted to jump up on the extremely slippery dash, with comic results, and then settled into the passenger’s side footwell with nary a cry nor peep.  Kira was mewing like crazy as I came up to the door but it died in her throat when she saw Miss Margot, who dashed for the cat tree and then the entertainment system as likely places to hide.  I fed Kira and when I called Margot she came out from the entertainment center (working her way through a bunch of loose wires, which looked pretty funny) and I picked her up and took her to Kira who sniffed at her thoughtfully but didn’t fluff her tail or make any noise.  Margot growled like a watch ticking, so faint if I hadn’t been holding her I wouldn’t have noticed.  Then I stuffed her back in the car, she got back in the footwell, and seemed very relieved to be at home when next I popped the door open.  I find it interesting that she cries if she’s transported in a carrier, but not if she’s just in the car.

Huh

Effective first thing Wednesday morning, I was released from the employ of Schneider Electric.  Everything was as it should be, it wasn’t a surprise (the financials have not been good), I wasn’t alone (they let 10% go including a lot of long term employees) and I have no complaints.

I do feel a lot of compassion for the employees left who are having to pick up the slack (more than one person was let go in the department).   Anyway, today I go in early to clean out my desk (I don’t think anybody wants my spare underwear, or maybe to be more clear I don’t want to know who would want my spare underwear) and I’m certainly not leaving one of my mother’s wall hangings in situ.

All of the negative feelings I currently have are temporary.   I’ve been given, essentially, a gift and an opportunity, and I intend to make the most of it.

Paul came over last night and we talked for a while, and so did Keith.  Keith is taking his first independent road trip today.  All the news from the kids these days is about their lives opening up.

I ran into D. yesterday at the Superstore, which we never shop at any more because Jeff hates it so much (but I went out by myself yesterday, also did some churchy stuff).  She’s the woman who went on mat leave so I could have the job I was just let go from.   You have to understand that’s a little bit more than your average coincidence.

Just the other day I was thinking “How am I supposed to be Secretary Treasurer of Beacon and work full time?”  Be VERY FUCKING CAREFUL what you wish for, as I said to Sue on the phone, as we both cackled with laughter.