Category: Uncategorized

Keith here again

Miss Margot is very lethargic after her boosters.  The injection locations are very tender and so we left her alone except to encourage her to eat and drink.

Watched the concert movie of Mark Knopfler and Emmylou Harris…. very tasty.  My new friend turned me on to that.

It was lovely to see Keith.

Unless something changes soon, Katie will probably be moving in with Dax, and Dax’s sister Kashka and her s/o Kat. You can take the reaction shots pretty much for granted.

Little Miss Margot

She spent the night in the room with me and apart from her noisy eating, didn’t keep me up at all.  She jumped up on the bed and kept me company, and her purr is like the ticking of a watch.

Without getting into all the reasons she had to move households, I think she’ll do fine here.  Now it is time to open the bedroom door and reacquaint her with the boys….

Little Miss Margot is in her new home.

Yes, I have gone sane and added a 14 week old Persian to my life.  She’s on my bed right now, walking up and down, and she just jumped on my knees and is checking out the laptop.  Her little face popping up over the top of the laptop cracked me up.

She magically appears.  The two boys are poleaxed, but already starting to get used to her.

wendy-bird and sheep and other schtuff

Cousin Gerald, may he live forever in song, story, fable and myth, emailed me this.

Last night went to Earl’s for a lavish and well irrigated meal with Katie and Wendy.  Wendy is a friend of Katie’s from the Augur Inn days.

I have injured my left foot and left pinky in two separate incidents so I’m walking really oddly and typing rather slowly,

The final song at the singsong Wednesday night was Pretty Little Polly Perkins of Paddington Green, done English music hall style.  The evening also included The Frozen Lover, a gorgeous creature from Catalonia singing a love song of her own composition in Catalan, Un Canadien Errant, an acoustic version of AC DC’s Ride On, and Bob Bossin singing It’s So Nice not to Be in Nanaimo, which is so much a part of the BC psyche that when Bob was introduced to the then Lt Gov Iona Campagnolo, she SANG it to him, and the whole thing started with Sublime’s version of By the Rivers of Babylon. Oh yeah, and I sang the Merman Lover but next time I’ll do something trad with Choruses, like the Eddystone light, because it’s really a group singing experience and I should go with the group.

Katie protected me from a pickpocket on the 99 bus yesterday.

I turned in a steel and diamond men’s ring on the 135 bus the other day.  The bus driver said it was nice of me and I said, apologetically, “Well you know how it is, somebody was watching me” and he burst out laughing.

I’ve changed my route in to work to shake things up a bit.  I go 25 130 135 instead of 25 Skytrain 145.

I’m off to White Rock for a meal with my new friend on Saturday and off to dinner with Paul and kinder tonight, which means I have to remember to bring my mando.

The clinic didn’t get enough blood, apparently, so I have to go back Saturday morning.  Sunday night Guy the finance dude will be by with some paperwork.  At some point Saturday my two new beds will show up and I will have to rent a truck to get the old bed and a bunch of boxes out of here.  I mean, there’s no point, I’ve sadly realized, to having a queen sized bed if I’m not (this part edited out on advice of counsel) and besides it’s just wrong to be sleeping with a computer, so out it must go, which will be easier if there isn’t a person sized space to fill on one half of the bed.

When is a religious slur humour?

When I’m the one telling the joke.  Finally, a good use for theists – guinea pigs.

Now, I guess I’m going to go the long way ’round, about this whole religion vs. atheism thing. After the cut, more about religion and atheism.  But just think, if it wasn’t for the many sacrifices of religious people, how much worse medicine would be.

Continue reading When is a religious slur humour?

Ooh, quoting the Oprah post on CNN. How low has I sunk.

Now I know I’m at the bottom of the internet…. but as I was reading it I thought, “I do that.  It’s called songwriting.”  Half a dozen times in my life I’ve predicted what was going to happen in a song.  I will write a song about a hoped for event or individual, and several years or months later, boom.  Did I ‘sing the world into being’ or did I just think about what I wanted?  I wrote Miss Manners has her say about a specific situation and … well let’s just say the song was a spectacular success.  Many, many times in my life I’ve known what was going to happen next, not because I wanted it to happen (some of the things were bad) but because thought about it and I prepared for it mentally and so when the question arises I am the crazy woman who actually thought about it in advance.

This is what is making the next part of my life so hard in my own mind.  I know what is going to happen next, and I know how to prepare for it, but I’m old and fat and tired and I don’t want to.  I want to pretend I haven’t known for years that a global crash was coming.  That it’s going to get worse.  That we will all be affected.  That people I love will be hurt.  That lives will be stunted.  That people will die. That ethnic and sectarian violence will blast through every aspect of human life; Archduke Ferdinand is walking around right now and his murderer is too and we don’t know where they will come together in blood and shrapnel and blow the world into another war.  Every day I get up and look at the mountains and wonder how much longer I’ll be here.  I wonder how much longer I’ll live with hot water, the internet, the organic coffee, the company cafeteria, the job, the sushi.  I wonder how many people I’ll be living with, if I’ll ever own my own home again, if I will ever have grandchildren, and who I should adopt if I don’t. I wonder if I’ll ever own another pet.

Having said all this, I still think love is more important, so I guess that’s what I’d prefer to try to get ready for.  I believe I will have to work on my luck.  But right now I’m all sad face about how I would like to wind down from all of life and just think and be and sing and create, and not worry, when worry seems to be my only friend and constant companion.  If I really want love I have to quit worrying by sheer force of will – or at least set it aside for a moment – and get the hell out of the house, and I shouldn’t need an article on the internet to tell me so….

Fashion tip

I own the matching t-shirt.  I am amused that something that’s in my closet would show up on boingboing.

David JD called last night, long distance.  I told him he should meet Doug, who just moved to Toronto and will probably be looking for people to go to concerts with.  Me and my meddling.  It was good to hear his voice.

I am still very pleased with my haircut, but this morning I will subject it to the rigours of a washing and see what happens.

My current plan is to go to a folksinging event tonight.  We shall see.

Although I’m very bossy around my intimates, I’m pretty much a sheep when it comes to other people, and so it is with great happiness that I announce that I was assertive recently, and it kinda worked out to my benefit.  I didn’t think my vacation entitlement was set properly, so I looked into it.  To put it more concretely, my vacation balance for the rest of the year went from 88 to 144 hours.  I’ve had people tell me I should go after my previous balance.  I could. I’m not going to.  To get something annoying fixed so fast is great.  There was no dispute about who was right or how to fix it.  Anything else would be, especially considering the hours I’ve spent in the caf when I should have been upstairs working, just not appropriate.

Recently I have changed my work attitude so that I wander around less and spend only the allotted time in the cafeteria.  I still do wander around, but usually in the late afternoon and not so much.  Fewer massages :(.

Katie cut my hair

It looks great, and by a special act of my own brain and conscience, I am not posting a pic.

When last I was in Victoria we visited with Granny, and ate lunch in the family room at the Cedars, and then went back to her place where we visited some more and were given pieces of MY FAVORITE CHOCOLATE CAKE and I took a third of it home and had LITERALLY A WAFER THIN SLICE and I am now recollecting in tranquillity what made me nearly MURDER MY BROTHER AS HE SLEPT because he ate the rest of it no doubt thinking I’d already pigged out on it.

Of course I don’t want to murder him now, that’s why I’m being so calm about it.  Once I realized that all I had had to do was put a label on it saying half for you and half for me there was no way I could still be angry.  And besides, I’d just come through years of teenagers and their houseguests, what made me think any treats were sacrosanct?  I’d have had to hide it under my bed, and then I’D have eaten it all.

Eniwess, Katie cut Granny’s hair while we were there.  It looked great (as it berloody well should, the money we’ve spent on it, like her insane amounts of effort have meant nothing) and triggered many compliments.  And every time she got a compliment she could beam proudly and announce that her great granddaughter had cut her hair.  I know that this is not exactly what most people think of when they think of the benefits of old age, but I’m sure Granny wouldn’t trade her haircut for a gold ring right now.

I just had a funny idea for a corner of this site.  Make a link called “Naked pictures of me” and each week change what the words that were on the page would say.  For example.  “Be careful who you complain to about this.” “They were here last week.” “You have now been here long enough for me to check your IP address.”  “Fancy meeting you here.”  “My coworkers never cease to amaze me.” “Due to technical difficulties, we are unable to bring you the previously scheduled programming.” “Some people will believe anything.”  “Sorry, you’re going to have to follow me home if you want to see me naked.” “Sorry.” “See you at Wreck Beach.”  “I didn’t know you cared.” “Now you don’t know which is worse, that you clicked on the link in the first place, or that you’re disappointed there’s nothing here.”