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Category: Weather
I made it to work but
There’s four inches on the ground and it’s still snowing like a pillowfight. Going home is gonna be INNARESTING.
Note to self, really must get new fracking snow tires.
Snowing and assfreezing cold
Work is, like, amazing. I feel like I’m looking at the stars, and they’re just the little lights you get when you’ve hit a wall abrumptly (deliberate typo). Yet everyone is so nice, and I feel so fortunate.
Katie is refusing to answer the phone or talk to me except a terse ‘alive’ on facebook. I have no idea if she even typed that message. Some folks you can’t do favours for, so I’m going to do myself a favour and just ignore all of this.
Ziva, how I love your heater.
I really, really need snow tires. Not enough tread and too much slippery from cold road surfaces.
quhat a day
Quhat being Scots dialect for What.
The night before I didn’t contact the volunteers. I was SO anxious and phobic that I literally could not pick up the phone. (Most of the time I’m not affected by anxiety to that extent but making phone calls is really hard for me, and I’m trying to work out why.) I realized that I was a wreck and went to bed. I got up at 4:30 am, picked out and edited the poem I read for the children’s story, printed it, edited the homily a couple of times more for clarity and accuracy and printed it, went through the undifferentiated piles of emails that are the complete mess that is cooperative ministry right now and found to my surprise that I did in fact know who all the volunteers were (amusingly, Paul was supposed to do set up this weekend but he left town… Luc covered him) and they were all sober and reliable people who of course all showed up. So my list of cooperative ministry (the volunteers who bop about the church and make things happen on Sunday morning, from the extremely amazing Sally (aesthetics) to the extremely amazing Laura (coffee) was actually accurate!
I even put in all the announcements that Rev Katie emailed me, AND put in a different graphic for the front cover AND got the order of service printed all by about 7:30. Then I packed everything up, had a shower, and realizing I had a WHOLE HOUR before I had to get to church, so I did the sensible thing and made Jeff waffles for brekky.
Saw Margot crawl into the garden plot and flatten herself to the ground to become ‘invisible’ waiting for the juncos to come back through the quinoa. Sorry kiddo… you ARE NOT invisible.
Went to church under overcast skies – I was the first person there so there’s that great feeling of unlocking all the doors and turning on all the lights
It’s time to play the music
It’s time to light the lights
It’s time to meet the Muppets on the Muppet Show tonight.
That kind of feeling, and then getting out the mats for the kids to sit on and helping set up the table for the altar and hauling out the podium and consulting with various folks, and watching as Sandy hauled out the enormous cart Tom made for the sound system. (Brief aside – we have hard of hearing folks in the congregation so we have a bunch of wireless headsets for amplification and all that stuff is in the cart, along with the board and the cabling etc etc.) Then the greeter’s table is set up, and then parents come in to set up the kids (the older kids were off at a Catholic mass). And just greeting people…. and then Tom and Peggy and Marnie show up, and music starts happening (12 string, stand up bass and piano). Getting asked, once again, why it is I don’t consider ministry…. what am I supposed to say? God told me not to? I do not have a vocation, peeps! When you get the call it’s unmistakable. The only time I get a call that’s unmistakable it always ends badly, with me yelling “You freaking telemarketers, how did you get this number?!” I’ll tell you why I’m not a minister…. because I read the behavioural standards that I would be expected to adhere to, like not sleeping with parishioners and ceasing to be nude in public on occasion and being somewhat less vivid and colloquial and vehement in my speech. And don’t get me started on the drugs and alcohol stuff, it’s just unconscionable. I’m also, not to put too fine a point on it, making the same amount of money as our current minister, who is 13 years out of school. Ayuh.
Then it all started and it went very well. I made the aside about being asked about which version of the Bible I was using for the verse and answering “Sheesh, Mom, what difference does it make to an atheist?” which got a huge laugh. I have a lot of people to email the homily to.
I remember gazing at the congregation during the meditation and seeing Erin shifting her little one around trying to get her to latch, and passing my eye over all the mothers in the congregation and they (and a few of the men, truth be told) were all grinning. They knew the feeling… after the service I went up to Erin with a mock look of distaste on my face and said, “Baby did NOT get memo about staying quiet during meditation!!!” and all the women clustered ’round her cracked up and chided me, and that’s when I told Erin how many people were smiling with their eyes closed as they heard the baby – I think she was pleased.
Delivering the homily and feeling comfortable enough to wander around the stage instead of staying glued to the podium like I have always done previously, remembering to look up often enough to connect with folks. It was easily the most attentive group evar….
Having all the handouts disappear. Anne in particular liked Carl Sagan’s baloney detection kit; somebody else, can’t remember who, saying that the little List of Cognitive Biases would make for an amazing conversation starter at Thanksgiving dinner.
Bringing strawberry twizzlers for snacks, and helping myself.
Talking, talking, to lots of people afterwards. Giving Carol a lift home in that magical fall sunshine that feels like summer filtered though dreams.
Blowing through the door like a hurricane and frying up the pork and onions for the stuffing, firing up the oven, stuffing the turkey, draping it with four pieces of thick cut bacon, jamming it in the oven, and ignoring it for about four hours. Katie calling to ask me if I’d forgotten anything and then showing up with cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie and whipped cream. (She called ahead and offered! I am not a failure as a parent! subtext). I then hauled the bird out once and basted it and put it back in while Katie and I made veg. Falling asleep on the upstairs sofa and awakening to see that Mike and Rozo had arrived, which triggered another round of Holy Crap, Must Feed People.
Final dinner arrangement;
Me Jeff Katie Mike Rozo:
Turkey with pork, onion, apple, brown bread, sage and garlic stuffing; hubbard squash drizzled with maple syrup, black pepper, garlic and allspice, boiled carrots, mashed potatoes, dripping gravy, green salad and dun tot (egg tarts from Anna’s Bakery OMG provided by Mike & Rozo) for dessert.
I came upstairs and both of the cats were on the dining room table. Margot was inspecting the last of the gravy…. Eddie looked hideously guilty and was licking his chops rather inelegantly (his tongue was out an inch) but Katie couldn’t find anything missing. Eddie’s expression made me howl with laughter.
I then bopped over to Planet Bachelor with Katie in tow (didn’t feel like going over there by myself) fed Kira who was most happy to see us, and then came back, watched some tube with the folks, and then announced around nine-thirty that I’d had a most excellent but also most lengthy day and I was going to have to say my goodnights. Katie slept over and now I’m going to get up and make her a breakfast that will be awesome.
And that was my very long, very happy making, most excellently wonderful Turkey Day.
Today I plan to drink beer and wash clothes. There IS nothing else on my to do list that I will do today. Well, actually, if I want to keep things copacetic with Jeff I should clean the kitchen and run the dishwasher. It’s pretty thick in there.
Oh, I lie. After breakfast I have to run to the bank and get some money. I think I may be buying a guitar today.
Heron Woman does it again. I do nothing for days and then explode into non stop action. It is my way.
The things ya see on Wreck Beach
I’m not at Wreck, Mike is (no surprise there) but what he saw at the beach is tres amusant. Mike was sure he recognized a guy down there and said, “What band are you with?” and the guy, shure as shit, said, “Headwater”. So now Mike’s seen one of the band members who’ll be playing at Jeff’s birthday party naked. Vancouver is a lovely town. And a SMALL town. Don’t piss anybody off, we all either work together, are related, belong to the same dragon boat team or are taking video of your sorry ass.
Lightning gets weirder every time we study it
Sundry and various
First, a cake that looks like an octopus.
Impressive, eh wot? Continue reading Sundry and various
Report
Lots of stuff is going on, most of it good.
Time vs money
I am SO tired of the commute, I’ve decided to buy a car. Kat has one for sale and she said she would do the cv joint and the muffler for me if I buy the parts and I am very tempted. It is not a particularly useful car, being, like the MR2, a two seater. LTGW told me to buy a truck. This was in the same week he told me I was wearing sensible shoes. I ended up screaming “Want me to shave my head and start wearing overalls TOO” in the middle of the cafeteria, which certainly made Robof9 laugh.
Robof9 is leaving the Tiled Cell on the Hill later this month. I am just punched out about that too.
The lights over my desk give me a headache every day. My eyes are so tired by the time I go home I feel like I’m in a dissociative state.
The weather is cold and windy. I heard what sounded like ice pellets pinging off my window at 3 am this morning.
Anyway, now that I know I’m getting a car I feel very bad at the same time I am feeling better. It’s just that I can’t read, play games, watch video on my phone or do anything that doesn’t involve looking out the window to prevent motion sickness whenever I ride the bus. I can spend two and one half hours a day commuting, or half an hour driving. I’m 51 and I’ve only got so many hours left. Translink is not bad for my part of the world, and it’s not their fault that there’s a fucking lake in between me and work. I am tired of the asinine creature who takes up five seats on the bus with the rude way she occupies the front section. I’m tired of the men who smell like pee and spilled stuff and the women who smell like air freshener. I am tired of listening to phone conversations in a babel of languages; I am tired of hearing conversations that make me want to butt in and describe in detail the cognitive biases involved. I am tired of fucking rude bus drivers (I’ve seen some good ones, but a couple of events in the last month have left me gobsmacked with disappointment and too disheartened to even complain.) But I should commute because it’s better for the environment. It would be better for the environment if I jumped off a bridge, too, but that is not in the cards.
The house is shifting on its foundations with the wind.
I want rainbows and unicorns and world peace, and I’m getting dying cats, blue relatives and friends, (this item deleted), (this item deleted), (this item deleted too, sigh), and a bunch of other stuff I can’t complain about. Currently there are 18 items on the list; most of them I only wrote down so I could add one last item to the list & I FEEL REEAAALLY SHITTY about not being able to DO anything about the stuff that’s wrong. Oh yeah, Mr. Cheerful Pants, I should just work on the stuff I CAN fix. It’s all about reframing things. Well how about I reframe this by breaking it over your head, how’s that work for you?
The only good thing that happened this week is that Mike showed the pictures he took of Rozo in the woods – nude. Unbelievable. All that hair, and her standing on a tree stump in Robert Burnaby Park looking like something shot out of a New Raphaelite wet dream. There was one particular pic, her figleafed with hair, that I want to carry around with me in my wallet so I have something pleasant to look at when things really fuck up.
That’s not true, there was one other thing that happened this week. I found a website with erotic photos and art that actually has about one in ten pics that I like. I guess it’s yet another sign that I overshare that my first impulse was to email a couple of links to my daughter. That’s not funny, it’s sick.
Jeff cheered me up by loaning the car to me yesterday – he stayed home with Gizmo. I went and got treats after work to cheer us both up.
Now I’m going to do a Tarot reading. The day can get worse any way it likes.
The barometric pressure is currently under 99 kilopascals
The wind is gusting so hard I could hear something hitting the house earlier. The siding is flapping like an NFL commentator’s beak. I am not feeling too bad, and my vision is, finally, completely clear (I had two separate episodes of aura yesterday).
snow
We got about an inch of fairly wet snow. I’m going to put some shoes on and go deal with the worst of it so the mail carrier will continue to be happy with me.
I should REALLY work on music today, it’s just piling up higher and higher. And I should get Denis’ (sure wish I knew whether he was a one n or two n Denis) life story transcribed. And do banking. Yup, I should definitely light a fire under myself today.
No church today
Katie’s coming over to work on a song!!!! This is amazing and happy making news.
Look, a useful weather link. It would be even more useful if the Weather Channel could PREDICT the weather rather than taking a rough approximation of a stab at it.
Want some
World’s strongest beer. I believe they gave the naming rights to a drunken comedian. Continue reading Want some
Aurora on Saturn
Science roundup
Global warming science. And if you’re wondering why the temperatures on the land haven’t gotten hotter, it may be because the ocean is sucking up most of the earth’s excess heat.