Author: Allegra

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

Pleasant evening

I got to see the campsite where Mr. E. Man spends his leisure time and meet a couple of the folks who hang out there.  (One of whom said “Did you bring your mandolin?” and appeared disappointed when I said, “Uh, no, seeing as how the plan was walking around in muddy places and eating in a nice restaurant.”   I feel like I’ve fallen into a rabbit hole where everybody I meet is predisposed to like me.) I can’t talk about the campsite because otherwise I’d be giving away a secret about the best kept secret in the lower mainland.  Let’s just put it this way… it SO has the vibe of Red Deer Lodge except that it is on the ocean.  And you are allowed to have campfires 24/7/365.

Then we went and ate dinner at Iguana’s in White Rock, and listened to live music (one guy and one guitar, and sheesh was he talented) and then I went home.    The owner of Iguana’s hugged my date on the way in the door.  Yeah, I don’t think he had a problem getting a reservation. Oh, and by the way, it was the best table in the house.

Daughter Katie bailed on an afternoon of girly fun today (wa) because she is sick with what sounds like bronchitis.  Smart grandparents will call her and commend her.  But then she’s back at school tomorrow so I’ll see her at Brentwood after work.  I think I’ll buy her some foodicles and catch up with her.

Today, Nascar.  Tonight, hopefully, I’m feeding Mike and Jeff dinner.  Something nice, with potatoes.

Today, NO LAUNDRY.  I’m finally caught up.  In fact, unless it involves moving my Valentines printing press set-up back into my room I’m not doing ANYTHING.  Except listening to music and maybe getting another song written down.

Valentines Day

I’m off to the BCCDC to get my last hep shots.  Hey, free shots for a food borne illness when we’re about to experience the collapse of civilization?  I’m in.

Jeff and I had a brief talk about what to do given that the bottom continues to fall out, and we have some issues to explore but have made not decisions.  Gunsmiths, locksmiths, and people who breed security dogs will probably do okay. These are not things I want to do.

My blood work and holter monitor stuff happens next weekend.

My eHarmony dude and I will be dining in White Rock this evening.  I am very much looking forward to it.  I’m just working on his Valentine card, which hopefully he will find amusing rather than unsettling.

I dunno about this guy.  I think he’s got me figured out.  When I said I hadn’t gone to the doc yet after my spell last week, he said, “That’s just stupid.  If it’s something you can fix, fix it.  Remember, if you have a stroke, you’ll just end up being a burden.”

Allegra goes to doctor pronto.  And loses her hat.

Hissed at Patricia yesterday, but she was right (of course…. why do I bother??)  I was cheesed off at the customer, but I googled him and found out he’s litigious.  All better now.  Don’t poke the bear!

Valentine’s Day approacheth

I have gotten some but not all of the Valentines cards ready.

I go to the doctor this morning.  Jeff’s going to drive me and then take me in to work.  I slept okay but my chest still feels funny; it doesn’t exactly hurt.

I’m making waffles.  We had leftovers last night.  Lima beans make for really dreadful gas, but there’s sort of a running contest around here (I’m losing, just so we keep it straight) so no harm done.

I’ve got a date for Saturday night.  I don’t mind a restaurant meal –  I really want to see the dog!  All 110 pounds of her.

LTGW called last night to check up on me.  I like it when people phone me.

I feel really stupid these days.  Honestly, I think in the last month I’ve lost about 20 IQ points.  You won’t get any argument from Jeff.  I just wish I could have oxygen all the time, that was so lovely.  Dries you out though. John V. warned me after I got the O2 that I’d be coughing for the rest of the day.

Thank you Dr. Filk

For the lyrics, I needed those.

Anyway, last night I fed Paul, Keith, Jeff and ScaryClown pork chomps, chicken breasts, corn, lima beans, smashed potatoes and garlic bread, and then we watched Planet  Earth and then I did a load of laundry and then I went to bed.  I was just drifting off to sleep and Katie called ‘To hear my voice.”  Happy sigh.  My chest was hurting but I know it’s just a pulled muscle plus anxiety so I breathed deep, pasted a big smile on my face, and holy crap, I’m woke up this morning still here.

I’m going to talk to Jeff about where all my passwords are, where my will is, cheerful stuff like that.  I have no idea if I’m going to drop dead anytime soon – does anybody, really ? – but I pity the fool who mucks out my room after I’m gone.  I elect Katie to do it.

Stabby, stabby, stabby McStabberson

Which is what you say when rain wakes you up, and you lie listening to it and think “I’ve got a hat.”  You go back to sleep, wake up at 5:30 – and THERE IS AN INCH OF SNOW ON THE GROUND.  I knew this would happen.  I mean, I knew it would snow the week of Valentine’s day.  The increased amount of light through my bedroom window should have tipped me off.  Now to check the sfu.ca weather site.  They say there’s nothing to worry about, everything is fine.  I bet they lie like a cheap rug.  I checked the weather, and they aren’t even reporting the weather we are getting RIGHT NOW accurately.  I mean, unless you consider rain/snow mix to be accurate.  To be fair, it has both rained and snowed.  Jeff’s response when I said, “Have you seen outside?” just to watch him leap up from his computer to peer through the blind was brief and Anglo-Saxon.

The economy is tanking so hard, and it’s so much on my mind, that I woke up this morning thinking about it.  I thought, by the time this is all over we will have blamed everyone but ourselves.  Oh, better think of something cheerful.

How to make commuters happy.

How to make your own font.

How to make yourself more resistant to evil.

Something random.  But only if you like the FSM.

Yet another link to atheist quotes.