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Happy sigh. A tip of the hat to chipper.

I am not surprised to hear of the cultural pressures on the human genome.

I know that one of my coworkers is going to send me a Happy International Women’s Day email.  So in advance of that receipt, I wish a Happy International Women’s Day to all my female friends, colleagues, relatives and activists, whether or not they were born that way.

But I still managed to get a few things done, namely, church, a church meeting, two loads of laundry, a couple of meals cooked, a tiny fraction of the digging for the garden, an audition, a nice long hot bath (mmmm).

I’m still feeling the pinched and weird effects of the ‘megrim’ but all things considered I feel pretty good. Today… there will be meetings.  I get to meet some of the folks from Chicagoland.  I hope they like biscotti.

I am going to try to live screenless for the day.  Went home with a migraine yesterday.  I had the most appalling array and variety of symptoms.  Flashies, aphasia, feeling of impending doom, tingling and numbness, shooting pains, weakness, nausea (please, not the details), and now that wretched dissociative state that can go on for days. No headache or visuals, but I can’t spell and feel quite clumsly.  No, I didn’t do that on purpose.

However, that garden is going to get dug out this weekend no matter what.  I am gonna be a wreck, I suspeck.

Hope everybody else does too.

Yesterday somebody told me he was free of STDs.  Do you suppose he was coming on to me, or was I just s’posed to feel happy for him?

And she’s not f*****g kidding, folks.  Holy crap.

Yesterday turned into DOWN TIME. I hung out with Katie and Keith; Katie did some very much needed body work on me; I avoided cooking anything (I’ve gone off cooking, which is kinda odd), did a little desultory cleaning and vacuuming, but mostly I loafed and lazed and watched BSG.

I also looked at stamps from 1888.  I looked at part of Granny’s collection, and wow, the aviation themed stamps alone are wild.  But the American postage due stamp from 1888 immediately made me go to the Story Place.

I have swithered over the decision not to go downtown for the afternoon, and I think that I want to be consistent about it.  I have avoided personally taking part in any of the real time Olympic stuff, or going downtown for the duration, and I can’t see changing that.  I could have watched the torch go by at work, and I was a real pill in telling people why I didn’t want to go.  It isn’t just laziness.  It’s a personal distaste for large drunken crowds hemmed in by the largest police presence in Vancouver since the riot at the Hyatt.  So I guess I’ll miss all of the Olympic spark and I guess I may live to regret it, but I doubt it.

I light a candle for all sufferers of depression.

I’m not even going to make a list for today.  I’m just going to be very happy to be alive, do some singing, watch a trifling, unimportant hockey game and get to church.   I laughed like a drain when I saw the minister mention that since church starts at the ungodly hour of 9:30, nobody has the excuse not to come to church because of the gold medal hockey game.  Finland got the bronze.

Yes, we watched the game last night; ScaryClown came over and we drank beer and ate pizza and nearly bounced off the couch with the tension during the incredible last 10 minutes of the game.

I light a candle for the victims of the quake in Chile.  It’s a geologically active time.

Talking to Chipper on the phone; using my brand new used vacuum cleaner from Granny on the filthy upstairs floors, bathing kitty, digging a couple of holes in the back yard for dirt to go in, putting John’s songs on an mp3 player, getting my camera repaired…. church tomorrow.  Lots of stuff on this weekend, lots of work, lots of laundry.

Well, I did have a good night’s sleep but that meant that I woke up at 6:30 and I still haven’t had a shower.  Let’s see if I can sprint through the start up cycle, including figuring out what I’m going to wear, in twenty minutes.

So Mike and Jeff and I watched the Olympics (hockey and bobsled) in the bar and watched Canada wipe Russia’s eye in hockey and take gold and silver in bobsled.  Then we came back here and watched Razor.

(Update: Found the missing post, restored it and reposted this one which was wiped out when I restored the previously missing one. This won’t be on the final exam. — Jeff)

That the Celebration of Life will be called:

I’m Not Dead Yet

A celebration of the very much alive Denis Probst

I have lots of reasons to be pleased about this, but no explanations.

Did you ever hear such BS?  It amazes me that expressions like this can exist.

Yesterday was a simply glorious day – I policed up the patio area, swept the back stairs which had accumulated a lot of debris, ran a couple of loads of laundry, got to the place where I buy floral essences so I could make my perfume (I was almost out…), ordered frozen meat because the freezer is empty, and then went in and paid for it and picked up a couple of other items, picked up some treats so they’d be ready when Jeff and Paul got back, bought laundry supplies, dropped by Katie’s place and tossed some of said laundry supplies onto her deck (o look it’s raining soap!), practiced guitar for the housefilk which I ended up not going to because I reacted to something Paul did by going into sniper mode but I’ll cheerfully take the responsibility for it all because I got to talk to uh, someone, about it who put it all in perspective with a few well chosen words, put Margot out in the back yard so she could play with the squirrels, brushed her half a dozen times and still got masses of fur from her, helped Paul and Jeff move boxes and furniture into the house, cleaned the kitchen, cashed all the cheques I had lying around (I had four hundred dollars in cheques lying around, some dating to November for cry eye), ran the dishwasher and unloaded it, bought & replaced the battery in the kitchen timer, got rid of all the previous tenants’ mail by marking it return to sender and putting back in the mail, gave money to the BCCLA, wrote out my next installment of my church pledge AND put it in my purse, encouraged Katie to message her dad to ensure that the furniture she wanted got offloaded directly into her house, changed the sheets in the guest room and prepped it for the influx of new boxes, bought bus tickets AND put them in my purse, emptied the ashtray on the back deck, greeted the season’s first fly as it zoomed through the back door, aired out the house, paid bills, got the date set for Denis’ Celebration of Life (which I am thinking of entitling “I’m not dead yet and I’m not THAT nice” in keeping with his express wishes) and in the middle of the day I got out of the house yet again so I could sit on Shay’s deck with her and Suzanne and Rita and just chill while watching the incredible view for an hour. Shay got a gig with Comedy Courage, so she’s going to be helping mentally ill people learn standup, a GREAT idea.  The day wouldn’t have gone so smoothly if I hadn’t borrowed Paul’s car, for which I thank him.

Now I’m going to drive Jeff to Budget to drop off the truck and then go to church.  With luck I’ll remember to hand over my pledge check.  Before I drive Jeff over, chocolate chip waffles, coffee and deli smoked bacon.  There is nothing bacon can’t fix.  I wonder how soon I will be eating transgenic bacon… apparently the first transgenic pig has been approved for market in Canada.  Strange days we be living in.  Oh, and singing tonight with Orange You Glad.

Greg and Tracey and Garry and Diane just sent me flowers for the ‘job well done’ for Granny’s memorial.  Words cannot adequately express what it means to me, so I’ll just say a) the flowers are gorgeous and b) that on top of the emotion of Canada scoring 6 zip on Norway is almost too much.

And I just pulled choc chip cookies from the oven, so I have lots to celebrate.

Church this morning was good.  I ate lunch over at Planet Bachelor.  I have camembert.

Life is simple and excellent.