Heaps of Stargate Atlantis, but also talking to the outplacementthingy and the HR gal at Schneider as it turns out I had NOT actually signed everything I was s’posed to, booking appointments, paying bills, getting programs to run properly with the new OS, hanging out with Keith and calling my mother. Cause you cain’t call yer mother enuf. I did not actually leave the house yesterday. But I made cookies. And cooked chicken and zucchini with black bean sauce over yakisoba noodles (Keith provided the sauce and noodles, I believe to nudge me to make something) and we had leftovers so that’s one less thing to disturb me today.
Gotta get Buzz set up properly and restrung. Also buy more instrument stands, hopefully one of those threeway bluegrass ones for three different sized instruments. Also I am tired of my tuner; I am going to get contact tuners because balancing that black box in my lap while trying to keep fretted instruments from sounding like the wailing of the damned is TOO DAMNED MUCH. See how low my frustration tolerance is these days? Ha.
The Grass. This is exactly the kind of weather that makes grass tall, lush, and impossible to cut. Lots of overcast and rain off and on with the occasional blinding sunshine. Very, very occasional. If it dries out the least bit I gotta do it before it attempts to eat east Burnaby.
Checking with Kathleen that we’ve paid the church rent and figuring out how much it is (it changes from month to month) if we haven’t yet for May. Also getting hold of Lady Miss D for an interview about what it’s like to bake / construct hors d’oevres for a living. I will probably bake biscotti, it’s such a crappy day, heating up the kitchen with nice smells seems like a plan. I already made Granny’s recipe oatmeal cookies mit chocolate chips this morning for Jeff (I can’t eat them because le migraine keeps whacking me. I’ve had scintillating scotoma every day for a week now… it’s fraking tiresome although late last week I got visuals I’ve never seen before; imagine rainbow coloured fish scales about two inches across at arms length dancing across your ENTIRE visual field – and it disappeared as fast as it came on thank goodness). I’ve also loaded the dishwasher, taken out the trash and played with Margot, who did not actually come in and cuddle this morning, darn. Her eyes are much less disgusting, the allergies must be lightening up somewhat.
Completely dejunking my head, a la Getting things Done. I have a program (Thinking Rock) that helps with that. Considering how many balls I’m going to have in the air for the next little while I need to marshall my time intelligently.
Deal with the exercise issue. I’m completely on board with Lady Miss Banjola’s recent extremely useful and heartfelt rant about weight loss; what I am not on board with is actually stirring my stumps and getting enough exercise to overcome the fact that my weight is stressing my whole body. IT AIN’T THE MASS IT’S THE MOTION. Ahem. As in, the lack of it.
Booking the camping trip in the US in August. Planning a circuit of the Island. I have a strong urge to drive onto a ferry and go to Haida Gwaii, and precious little to stop me.
Just last week I was saying how I wasn’t going to go to Jericho any more because it’s so far on a school night. Now I’m thinking I can do it every week for the whole summer! Woot! So that may be my evening.
And soon the Dandy Warhols.
I have had precisely four beers since I ‘quit drinking’. What I have learned. Alcohol makes me happy for about five minutes. Then it irritates my bladder, fogs my thinking, prevents me from driving or leaving the house, screws up my nights’ sleep, makes my stomach hurt and gives me a mild to moderate feeling of wretched blankness the next morning which coffee can usually shake off. So for the purposes of keeping tracking June 4 is now my official quit drinking date. Unless it would be rude not to (a wake, toasting the bride and groom) I’m not going to consume alcohol any more. Nothing bad has happened in its absence except I’m spending a sizable amount less (like, 200 dollars a month, which is not an inconsiderable amount).