Today it has been determined that we shall find a patio and drink upon it. Probably after the Germany USA game though.
I hadn’t weighed myself in a while, but my clothes were getting tighter, so I was delighted to see from the scale this morning that the weight I lost after I broke my shoulder has stayed off. Now I’m getting ridiculous amounts of exercise, since I have to walk a minimum of 2 kilometres a day through terrain plus two sets of transit stairs just to get to work, so I expect the weight will stay off. My hips and back are better; my knees and feet are shouting things ungodly at me. I’m sleeping better and staying up later.
Jeff has commented that he’s getting interesting pings from various muscle groups now that he’s back exercising regularly with his new rowing machine. One of these days I’ll check it out but I’m never wearing shoes when I’m downstairs…
Many hugs to Jeff for letting me borrow the car yesterday after my phone freaked out and I ended up being late getting out the door in consequence … I brought home some treats.
In one of those bizarre coincidences, I mentioned the cave of Chauvet in my last homily, and until she broke her ankle, our speaker this Sunday was to be a woman taking as her text Werner Herzog’s unbelievably amazing Cave of Forgotten Dreams. Since she can’t do it, we’re subbing in three church members talking about their creative paths, and I helped one of them since he was being put to it on short notice and he said he was feeling apprehensive and I gave him some advice. He appeared happy to get it (my enthusiasm is a substitute for skill sometimes) and I await with pleasure how he will deal with the creative challenge of a minihom. So I would have enjoyed the booked homily and will definitely enjoy the substitute homily, and that’s pretty much how she goes at church. Which reminds me, I should scare up a ride.
Benedict Cumberbatch will be taking on Hamlet in 2015, live somewhere in England. Sigh.
Currently watching: Archer Vice (interesting, but no longer quite as funny), Rick and Morty (most recent show? the last two minutes took me to an unanticipated height of awesome), Justified (Boyd Crowder, how you do blow things up!), Downton Abbey, NCIS, NCIS Body Count, CSI, Person of Interest, Castle, plus the occasional Frontline and 60 Minutes. I’ve pretty much given up on White Collar, mostly because those whackdoodles at Netflix don’t appear to want to stream it to my profile, and Jeff’s burned out on Burn Notice (ha!) although I still want to finish the show. Person of Interest continues to be the show that Jeff and I are most likely to halt on the PVR so we can talk about the issues they are raising. It’s a show that demands close attention and thought, and Root walked the dog Bear last episode.
Jeff is trying to get caught up on March Madness, otherwise known as the Squeaky Squeaky show from the sound of all those basketball shoes squeaking on those nice wood floors.
I wonder if two zone bus passes are available yet? I’ll need one of those. I do think longingly of getting a car, but I’ll be better off in at at least three ways without one.
Happy Friday to you all! The port strike is over, although the drivers are still plenty choked.
I’ve actually started a super non sekrit project “10 arguments for the abolition of the NFL”, but I suspect I’d have better luck championing indignities to human remains in terms of how the internet would respond if I published it. I do watch sports, but I do not follow the ‘rules’ and it’s largely to keep my brother company. If the officiating at the NFL is as bad in the post season as it was this year, he has threatened to give up on the NFL entirely. I watch NASCAR for two reasons – it makes me want to either write or practice in rebellion against it, and because Margot looks hilarious watching it. (Little head whips round and round). The only other thing we watch is soccer, because it takes a lot of what I consider genuine athleticism and is relatively concussion free. Go Barca!
I had cold chard salad with two pieces of cut up bacon for brekky this morning, plus coffee. I am currently in love with chard, it makes my digestion very happy. Then I read that it’s terrible for my body because it is full of oxalates. Oh well, guess I’ll drink a gallon of water today to keep my kidneys happy.
Sad face for the Philippines; it’s very wet there and 22 people have already drowned in weather related incidents. Sad face for New Zealand; one of the bigger volcanoes is about to let go. Sad face the Canadian Olympic Women’s Soccer Team, the ref was an oversized Foley catheter style moron of an incompetence rarely seen EVEN IN INTERNATIONAL SOCCER, which is ludicrously bad. Sad face for the kitties. We had to lock the cat door again, so they may egress but not ingress.
Happy face for Dog Swims With Dolphins.
Just left a message for Chipper to find out how her weekend went – it was supposed to be the best revenue this summer and I am hoping it wasn’t a disaster.
I can hear flickers outside my window.
Hope everyone has a lovely day.
Jeff’s tenancy with me has consisted in part of him going away and thinking for a spell when I say things like “Why can’t we have the internet on the big screen?” and “We have to many fucking remotes; when you go out of town I can’t even reliably turn the TV on; can you fix that?” mostly to prevent himself from saying something mean to me about how I’m too dumb to understand the two page instruction set he laboriously wrote, AND updated at least twice. Jeff produces good documentation and I am dumb as a brick; these two facts are incontrovertable. With respect to the “Why can’t we have the internet on the big screen?” question he had to do a ton of stuff and set up another computer to make it happen. SO I get to go skipping through life asking why things don’t happen to my liking and he gets to spend hours of challenging labour AND money making it happen. I don’t know which is worse, that I keep thinking I can get away with it, or that he just quietly goes away and does it without presenting me with an itemized bill. On the other hand, I do cook around here.
His latest act of genius has been to bow to the inevitable. I am indeed TOO STUPID to handle more than one remote, but universal remotes almost universally suck. After lengthy study of the problem, he purchased a universal remote and then spent a goodly number of hours programming it to withstand the depredations not only of myself but of my son, who can be a complete ass when borrowing media. Sorry son, it’s true. Of course if you get hit by a car I’m going to regret this, just like I regretted my daily description of cleaning John’s apartment when he moved out immediately after he got killed in an accident, but I don’t go back and oubliette that shit because that’s just lame. I would rather be complicated, messy and inconsistent, because, er, that’s how I am…. But the truth keeps on being the truth even when you could have picked a better moment for the reveal.
Jeff has not only programmed the remote so I can do whatever I want to do with the tv and the Xbox and the monitor, he’s SET THE AVERAGE AUDIO LEVELS. So if you’re going back and forth between media you don’t get blown out of your seat if you land in the middle of a tv commercial. That, friends, is true genius. And he’s always finding new ways to tweak the remote. Go tech!
Today is Mother’s Day. I’m opening at church (and if I’m not, I’ll help….) and then assisting with a Mother’s Day tea. I decided I couldn’t deal with making soup so I baked a whole salmon and made cinnamon buns. Jeff doesn’t know I plan on making more, but I do; it’s mean to fill the house with the supercharged smell of home baking and then say oops, you can’t have any. (Actually I let him eat a couple: “I have good news and bad news. These are the best cinnamon buns I ever made, and the rest are going to church.”)
Yesterday I did laundry and played Buzz ALL DAY. I do not play Buzz every day, but I had four separate guitar playing sessions yesterday and I LOVE HOW THAT GUITAR SOUNDS OMG OMNOMNOM. Also yesterday watched chunks of Canucks game and laughed at Margot for watching Nascar again. She really likes Darlington, and why not. My shopping trip yesterday consisted of propane and guitar strings, because the g string ALWAYS breaks on a 12 string; I bought two whole sets and spares. I talked to Neil Douglas about effects pedals and he laughed and asked me why I’d bother. I s’pose.
I managed to cut the grass last weekend but I have no fucking clue when I’ll get to do it again because the sky continues to dump precip at an unholy and quite soggy-making rate.
After church, the Horde will descend and I am hoping to barbecue some MORE salmon.
Did I mention that I think my brother is a genius?
Jeff tells me I am unusually buoyant, to keep trying after so many hilarious (and occasionally creepy, like the guy who put his head in my lap on the Skytrain after I’d told him to bugger off, but I digress) disasters. I suppose last night gave me a demonstration as to why maintaining a positive attitude is what a person needs to do. I sure enjoyed myself last night. It was a cup of coffee & a walk to the salamander pond (they showed up last night, and zow, but there are a lot of them.) I drove home with the cheerful sensation one gets when one has had a date, enjoyed it, and arranged a second one. I don’t have his permission to write about him, so I’ll leave it at that. No, I lie. He is the single most pleasant person I’ve met in ages – now I’ll shut up. I have a head cold…. so attractive.
Work is interesting and challenging these days. I found out that my not having completed a course at work (they have on line courses) rolls up on a report visible to my grandboss and great grandboss. Never have I felt so motivated to finish something. Time to get in the car, gas up and get going on it.
The Netherlands-Denmark World Cup game had one of the most amazing saves I’ve ever seen. It was spectacular. I can’t find a single mention of it anywhere in any of the sports news and I’m not competent enough to describe it or even remember the defender’s name. (UPDATE. I changed my search criteria and got “Poulsen’s spectacular sliding save”). It was one of the Danish players. I’m thinking of changing my blog topic header to “Soccer, the sport that makes the words “Nil Nil” work as a sentence”.
Damn the vuvuzelas, they make watching the game with anything like true enjoyment virtually impossible. The BBC is trying to figure out how to strip the noise from the feed. Go to it, ladies and gentlemen.
The quinoa is two inches tall and the peas have started to sprout. Everything else is being eaten to the ground by slugs as soon as it pokes its head up.
Margot sits outside Jeff’s door and meows up a storm. She really does prefer him to me, mostly because he’s home a bit more, feeds her in the mornings more than I do, and he doesn’t brush her. Sometimes she begs for the brush if she sees it – other times she struggles and complains. I never know in advance what I’m going to get.
Jeff cut the lawn, after asking me pointedly this morning when the bag and frame for the lawnmower are coming in to the store where I ordered it. It’s going to be at least another week, which is annoying. Anyway, thanks Jeff! It was pretty long.
Be good, all y’all.
You’re kidding, right? Nope.