Fireflies in the woods

I really like this pic.

So last night I’m watching live TV (which we never do, or hardly ever do) and there’s a tv show from 2008 about the swapping of the poles.  Yes, the poles are swapping.  It’ll take 40,000 years, maybe less ’cause we’re all in such a hurry these days.  So the partial collapse of the magnetosphere is connected to the weakening of the magnetic field of the earth, and it’s borne out by looking at ships’ logs from the 1590’s on.  Up until 1840 or thereabouts the field strength was about the same – it’s been dropping steadily ever since.  For more details, most of which are incomprehensible but at least the article links are understandable, check out Wikipedia for Magnetosphere, South Atlantic Anomaly and Earth’s Magnetic Field.

mOm is always telling me about relatives and my relation to them, and here’s a handy map. With level of genetic kinship.

Safe congregation policy

As part of our safe congregation policy, everybody in a voluntary or paid position with my church has to be inspected for felonious behaviour by the RCMP.  I had been putting it off (and why not, yecch) but this morning I assembled the letter which allows me to be inspected at no charge, my i.d. and my amour-propre and hied myself off to the Deer Lake RCMP Detachment.

It took 10 minutes.  I was the only person there.  Honestly, I thought it was going to be quite a production, but it was trivial.

Next, I hied myself off to Village de Valeurs, where I purchased a dress, a blouse, and something to replace my bathroom which does not actually have enough fabric to be a modest garment, given my current girth.  I am sure Jeff will be relieve to see less of me as I stagger out of my room in the morning in my zombie like quest for caffeine.

I’m back home and waiting for my new purchases to get out of the washer.

It’s pouring rain; the garden is very happy.

Cool runnings

Yesterday I made a run for Wal-Mart (first time in 8 years) to get coolant for Lady Miss T at work.  She said she’d overheated on that bloody great Gaglardi hill so I said, “let us go to your car and check your coolant!” and like, there wasn’t any.  Her brother, who is, like, the anti-Jeff, had told her he’d checked the coolant and he dinnnnt.  Lie or mistake, it was pretty typical.   I looked at her and said, “You are not moving this car.  Let us go talk to beautiful Bossie and see if I can’t get a hall pass.”  You may infer from the fact that it took me 40 minutes from door to door that my observation of the speed limit during this excursion was notional and inconsistent.  SFU to Lougheed Mall and back, including a purchase….yeah.

Day before yesterday, I had a brief and hormonally truncated visit to Paul and Keith’s (Paul said something innocuous and I burst into tears and ran away, aren’t I special, but at least Paul and Keith had the decency to shrug it off) and while I, tears still drying on my face and clutching my mandolin, was escaping to my car, Paul’s brand new neighbour said something that stopped me in my tracks.  She said, “I like your purple car”, and her male companion (actually her daughter’s agent) said, “Yeah, that’s a 94 Ford Probe GT and I think that’s the version with the special paint. I’ve owned four Probes, they are my favourite car.”  AN HOUR LATER I pried myself away.  Much restored, I went on my way home.

Grr

I checked out the video I took of Headwater, and while it is quite nice, all you can freakin’ hear is me HUMMING along with  them.  Note to self.  When recording gods, don’t make like a boob.  GRRRRR

I light a candle for those experiencing difficulties with their love lives

I send you all a big hug and hope the new normal isn’t too lonely.

Jeff and Paul and the kids and I had schnitzel dinner and True Blood last night.  Happy sigh.  I love hanging out with Katie.  Keith is turning into a grumpy old man prematurely, but Katie is still all kinds of bushytailed bounce.

Pride was awesome, as always

I never know how much to say about it.  I took transit downtown, and couldn’t find the marshalling area for the BCCLA because, ha ha, I was given the wrong information twice by a volunteer.  I went and stood by the starting line, with all the dykes on bykes, and watched a partially racially motivated fist fight almost start.  Yup, at Pride.  Stupidest thing I ever saw.

The parade was an hour late getting going, which was cruel – my feet hurt even before it began.  Then my group went by and I squeezed through the onlookers like a little pumpkin seed and danced and boogied and fist pumped and queen waved my way down the street.  Recognized two sets of people, BOTH coworkers (current and former).  It’s amazing how you feel after half a million people smile at you.

Came home and Keith is sitting downstairs with this girl he met through work, who’s an artist and quite pretty.  We watched Ponyo and then I went upstairs and crashed.

Monday I didn’t do anything except loaf and laze.  Oh, and I did July expenses – I was embarrassed that it took me to the middle of July to do May and June expenses so I actually did it in a timely way this month.