We had fog and low temperature again last night so the world is covered in a thin slick of ice. Careful on the way in to church this morning…
I will be at Myles of Beans on January 30 – Tuesday coming – to do some standup, believe it or else. Festivities commence at 7:30 pm. I am shuffling together my routine right now. Then next weekend I will deliver my homily about garbage at Beacon (link on blogroll). I’ve already fired off the information for the order of service to the service coordinator so at least that’s looked after. I am SUCH a traditionalist about hymns for my services; I guess it’s to compensate for wanting to play Spiritualized at top volume during the collection. I loved that cd and one of Katie’s friends stole it. Along with just about every other album in the house.
We fed Casey last night after she and Paul went for a walk on the Fraser Foreshore. I was supposed to go to Cindy’s housefilk but Tammy called and two hours went by before we came up for air. I call down the blessings of heaven upon my dear friend Tammy; she consistently listens well and gives good advice (not always easy advice, or welcome! might I hastily add). A good friend is not always an easy one…
Then we went to St. Paul’s Church to see the Vancouver Lesbian and Gay Choir perform their “Heat” concert, which was quite wonderful. They are a non-auditioned choir (can’t get much more inclusive than that) and frankly, they don’t care if you’re straight, either. If I thought I could stand commuting to the practice hall I’d think about non-auditioning; the material was broad enough (show tunes to pop music to madrigals) to be really fun, and it was great to hear “Steam Heat” and a non-hetero version of that old chestnut from Grease, “Summer Nights:. May I particularly commend the accompanist, Dan Lauterbach, who entirely rocks.
I wish I’d thought to bring a cushion. I was in agony for the last half of the concert; it was a relief to have to walk about six blocks back to the car. Also, I’m in prodrome for a migraine; light sensitivity, ptosis and nominal aphasia are the three main symptoms, along with the generalized feeling of dread which always turns out to be chemical as opposed to pointing at a real problem.
I’d better get back to work.
East Burnaby is very subject to fog; if you look at it, it makes sense. You can’t see the Fraser in this map but it’s due south, about 2 klicks and about a 140 metre drop down the hill. The hills in New Westminster are pretty dramatic.
The contours hold the fog as it creeps up from the Fraser. You couldn’t see across the alleyway at 7 this morning; now it’s twenty after 8 and the fog has crept down the hill; it’s a dayfull of glorious sunshine (and everything covered in rime.)
I read to Paul and the kids last night from my pOp’s letters to his parents; it was hilarious how my father didn’t think I beat my children enough. However his descriptions of the children’s psychomotor development left me whooping with hysterics and Katie’s comment was, “See, See!!!! I was put on earth to destroy things.” Ah, me own widdle nihilist.
Watched the latest rev of Pride and Prejudice last night. It was pleasant – having recently re-read it – to be able to tell the folks which of the amazing lines of dialogue were straight from the book and which weren’t.
I’ll be adding the site to the blogroll, but in the meantime, read any of the manifestos… I liked this one…
Yesterday at work was completely and utterly without incident. It was so peaceful and happy that it really was quite remarkable.
The bruise on my calf from where the muscle snapped is now a tennis ball sized navy circle. However, I am walking much better. The muscle that snapped is also the one that the sciatic nerve travels through… no coincidence I suspect… so I’m all twingy and twangy and the foot numbness is pretty bad. Still it’s good to be able to walk faster than a constipated snail and I get fifteen metres at a time when I’m not even limping at all. Especially on level ground.
Keith just brought me coffee, happy child. Katie, of course, is absent and hasn’t called. She must be pretty confused right now. The next 85 words deleted because they aren’t sufficiently constructive and respectful.
I came back into the house when I missed my bus. Then the phone rang and Paul said he’d give me a lift. A week ago I would have passed. But things have changed, as always.
The other night the kids called a family meeting and essentially read us the riot act.
Her Majesty the Queen charges and commands all persons being assembled immediately to disperse and peaceably to depart to their habitations or to their lawful business on the pain of being guilty of an offence for which, on conviction, they may be sentenced to imprisonment for life. GOD SAVE THE QUEEN.
Or to the like effect. Essentially, they don’t give a shit if Paul and I are having trouble living together; they want us to keep the peace and stay in the house. Katie isn’t so attached to the house but she’s much attached to peacefulness (rude, unconstructive comment here deleted…). So now we’re in non-non-divorce territory; we can’t divorce because we aren’t married and we can’t split up because of our extremely convenient living arrangements as itemized by our children, who see their comfortable berth during the next phase of their schooling evaporating if we split. However, thanks to the wonders of the Inertnest, it turns out that a non non divorce is completely normal, and how couples did things anyways before divorce was popularized by a particularly scummy brand of shyster, operating in cahoots with the MSM.
So, we still have to hammer out a separation agreement and there are other domestic issues hanging fire, but it was very bizarre having my domestic arrangements critiqued with such relentless and dispassionate efficiency by my children; it could only happen to me and Paul.
Cease and desist – or Proceed and Permit?
I’ve only done four things on this list – five if you think of this blog as educational outreach – but when I read that Bev Odious has been getting her marching orders from the Canadian recording industry, my blood just boiled.
Anyway, if you want to stop the changes to the Canadian Copyright laws which are essentially going to criminalize everybody in Canada, please view this.
My right foot is almost entirely numb, even as my leg gets better. And it wasn’t a charley horse; it was a torn muscle in my calf, as evidenced by a navy bruise the size of a tennis ball. I’m walking much better, though…. I’ve been very slow and very gimpy.
Katie spent the night at Dax’ again. Rr. Rrrr-rrrr. Hrngh.
I constitute all the management that there is in my department today. That’s a cheerful prospect before I go in; fortunately nothing nasty ever happens even when I blog in advance that it’s going to be fine.
Christine Lavin is at it again. I’ve seen her live, and she’s a truly remarkable entertainer. This link by way of a bunch of Unitarian buddies, one of whom was dumped by a guy who…. well, let’s just say it’s lucky she didn’t spend years with him. Six months was interesting enough. Oh, Christine also did a version of it for men, so go to the main site and scroll about a third of the way down to get it.
But I’m so desperate for more Firefly that I’m reading fanfic. Then I ran across this... and it made me laugh. And it’s got zombies in it!!!!!!!
Once again, from the indefatigable Cousin Gerald. This conclusively demonstrates some of the hazards of construction in Newfoundland.
Cousin Gerald sent me this…
It’s a very cute story and the pix are lovely. If you don’t like birds – this means YOU Lady Miss Banjola – don’t follow the link.