And today is

420

So there will be the usual gang of celebrants on the Art Gallery steps downtown.  I won’t be there.  Today’s the Sun Run; Peggy is participating, but I won’t be there either. I will be doing laundry and shuffling boxes around, and if I get myself together I will try to work on my June 1st atheism homily a bit more.  Also, I will take out my bike and do a small bicycle shop; I really should get panniers but I’ll borrow a backpack instead.  Keith is supposed to show up later, and I am looking forward to seeing him.

Shay, a family friend of Suzanne’s and thus of daughter Katie’s, has made the finals for the stand up comedy contest, and I will be going to see the show on the 24th, if the fates are propitious.  Gotta support those lady comics, you know.

Yesterday I watched Ana’s hummingbirds and Rufous hummingbirds dodge wet snow to slurp back syrup at my folks’ place.  The breeding plumage is so glorious.

Yesterday, the folks, Paul and I went to have lunch with Granny.  I am so very lucky to still have a Granny to go visit; Paul adores her and couldn’t go to Victoria without dropping in on her.

The biscotti are practically gone.  They don’t keep, you know.

Dinner last night was grilled chicken breasts, salad and steamed cauliflower.  Still no cheese, must fix this soon…

It’s supposed to snow today, which is odd, because it’s GLORIOUS weather out there.

various

  1. The Willie P Bennet Memorial event went off hitchless, magnificent, and a credit to the participants.  Goddess bless the James Bay Coffee House and all who frequent it! Paul and I got through the set without embarrassing ourselves and Paul received praise for his fingerpicking.
  2. Peggy showed up the second we cleared the door of the coffee house.  I hugged her twice, I was so happy to see her.  And she crashed her at my folks’ and then I got her to the ferry for the 7 am (which was the reason she crashed here, because if she’d stayed at Pondside that would have been somewhat harder logistically).
  3. Yesterday after we made town I saw the Pondside crew and met a small horde of Devon Rex cats.  I didn’t understand their charm until I met them.  I nearly kidnapped Spice; what a cat!  Suki recognized me and sucked up to me something fierce.
  4. I gave Juliana a copy of the Interfilk auction video I took in January.  w))t!  No, you may not see it.  Private. Also screechingly hilarious.  Ha.
  5. John introduced us to the Blue Nile, an Ethiopian Buffet restaurant on Head Street in Esquimalt.  Man, the food was AWESOME and I am so glad to have had njera again. That is some seriously great bread.
  6. My folks are doing famously and we and Paul are going to head to Granny’s place and have lunch with her today, and then leave for the ferry from there.
  7. All in all so far this weekend has been a spectacular success and I wish I could put the feeling I got when I saw Peggy in a bottle and uncork it whenever I feel sad.  I thought my heart would burst with joy when I turned and saw her with her best mischievous expression. 
  8. Peggy brought Tom’s blackberry jelly, two jars.  Loki pronounces himself well satisfied with a house guest who only appears to deposit blackberry jelly on his kitchen table (he didn’t see her as we were in late and out so early).
  9. Did I mention the Willie P memorial was a rousing success?  That was, after all, the point of the exercise.  But it seems that we may weave extra happiness into our days by availing ourselves of the fleeting opportunities as they pass, and by feeling grateful.  I know that I’m very, very grateful right now.  For my health, my family, my job, my friends…. and frankly, screw the weather.  You can’t have everything.

Weird weather in Vancouver

Last night at about 8:30, Keith and I were watching Cool Hand Luke (Keith’s first time, my fifth at least) when someone outside the house fired the biggest flashbulb ever.  At least, that’s what it looked like.  Both windows in my field of vision lit up like daylight for a fraction of a second.  I had time to look quizzically at Keith, then turn back and shrug, before the thunder arrived.  We estimated that it was about four seconds after the flash; long enough for both of us to dismiss the flash as something other than lightning.  We were wrong.  The thunder was like an earthquake; the house shook violently and I felt the shaking throughout my body.  I couldn’t figure out how the thunder could be that loud if the lightning strike was so far away; Keith suggested that it had indeed been far away, but right above us.  That would explain what we observed.  Of course, what made this particularly interesting for us was that it occurred at the point in the film where – you guessed it – there was a thunderstorm.  Anyway, soon after this event, it started to snow.  And this morning, snow covers the ground.  This is going to be a weird year for weather.

butterflies

I’m going to go perform in public so of course I have butterflies…  Peggy has decided to come as well (separate conveyances) and so I asked my folks if she could crash there rather than at Pondside and my folks said yes.  (Lots of room at Pondside, but I volunteered to crawl out of bed early to get her to the bus.)  Pondside, in case you need to know, is where Dr Filk and his madly filking&recording landpeers live.

Last night I went to Superstore and did a small shop.  Forgot bread and cheese.  Duh.  Jeff picked me up and then I cooked salmon steaks, corn and bok choi, with strawberries, bananas and cream for dessert.  Yeah, I got my cooking mojo back after a slack couple of days.  Jeff has acquired a barbeque (Paul has kindly agreed to help him fetch it as the MR2 is a tad parsimonious of cartage room) and we are now looking forward to seared meat on the back deck in the hottest days of the year when you don’t want to be cooking indoors anyway – and believe me Vancouver gets smoking hot in the summertime.

I have just finished the first bake and slice of the biscotti I have been requested to bring to Victoria.  The ones on the top rack are almost but not burnt – the bottom rack biscuits are pretty close to perfect. I guess I am still not one hundred percent with this stove.

Neglected to mention that Jeff and Mike were much amused, last Friday, that they both liked the MR2 and were making tentative plans for a car swap and drive up to Pemberton or some such place…. hope I can come for the ride!  It’s such beautiful country up there.

I was supposed to go with Katie and Suzanne to a comedy show last night in New West, but I was bagged from an emotionally draining day at work (good emotions are draining, too) and knew I had to do a shop and some cooking.  Alas that I canna be in three places at once – I wouldn’t have minded seeing Glenn, either.

Watched a good chunk of Movies 101 last night which is essentially a very long and extremely sympathetic interview with Martin Scorcese.  Jeff and I kept looking at each other and saying, “Scorcese directed that??” or mentioning the Scorcese movies we’d seen that the other hadn’t.  I LOVED the Last Temptation of Christ and Raging Bull.  Jeff hasn’t seen either of them, but he has seen New York New York and Gangs of New York.  I haven’t seen Taxi Driver.  Okay, I guess I have a lot of those movies in my future.  Boxcar Bertha is inbound from zip…..   Barbara Hershey and David Carradine???  mmmm’kay.

Then some Deadwood.  We got up to the part where Woolcott does his nasty deed and Cy bails him out.

Time to get biscotti out of the oven…

the house smells heavenly.

Time to pack…. and feed some butterflies.

Ten things I love about Vancouver

  1. Pacific Cinematheque
  2. The view from Burnaby Mountain Conservation Area at sunset.  The view from practically anywhere.
  3. O My God the food.  Amazing restaurants, not too expensive.
  4. Really helpful passersby for every vehicular crisis I’ve ever had
  5. I have always received excellent care in any GVRD hospital emergency department
  6. Watching men in turbans eat with chopsticks.  wOOt.
  7. Sitting in the front seat of the new Skytrains.
  8. Watching the mighty Fraser.
  9. The Commodore!!!
  10. Pride Day!!!

Ten things I hate about Vancouver

  1. Driving in Richmond, except close to the airport
  2. The combination of rain, wind, darkness and pedestrian invisibility which constitutes winter around here
  3. Crow conventions outside my window just before dawn on the one day I can sleep late.
  4. Drivers who seem to have mistaken their sex lives for their driving – you know, fast, loud, unsafe, clueless and like they’re the only one there.
  5. The escalators at Granville station.  Vertigo, vertigo.
  6. ESL students.  I don’t mind that they can’t speak English, but they walk really slowly and throw garbage around like they’re getting paid to.
  7. Ferry lineups. 
  8. Guns n tasers on the fracking Skytrain.
  9. Transit sucks for the airport.  We are so mickey mouse it’s unbelievable.
  10. Homelessness.

Fur

Yes, there’s a lot of it.  Eddie is shedding, and I occasionally try to help the process along my taking a big brush and loosening it up….

Eddie is a very bizarre critter.  He LIKES having his fur vigorously rubbed the wrong way, including on his stomach.  For virtually every other cat I’ve ever met, such activities would result in a quick trip to the bathroom while dripping blood and cursing, but Eddie explodes into a 30 decibel purr and swims sideways across the carpet.

Gizmo came into my room last night.  I hoped he’d jump up on the bed, but instead he crawled under my desk and batted some loose cabling around until I sternly said, “Gizmo… beat it.”

Duh

Some female is posting her marital grievances on Youtube.

I keep tripping over it on the inertnest (click here and see this), and I’m just not going to go there.  I won’t watch it, I won’t comment on it.  I just really don’t know how many more apocalyptic signs we’re supposed to absorb before whatever happens happens, y’know?
I am Legend is playing, and you know, I just can’t deal with these critters always jumping out at Will so I’m playing on my computer instead.  It’s not a bad movie, I just am jumpy right now.

Quiet evening

I sure am lucky about my workplace.  I had an interesting day yesterday; I made Francis stand on something to find out where a serial number was; I almost called a customer a racist (this in response to not trusting factory trained repair personnel in furrin parts); I almost sicced HR on my boss (it’s all good, and I merely wish I could cross post the email because I think it’s one of the funniest – and tersest – I ever sent); and LTGW one-upped me in the anecdote department.  I didn’t think anything could top looking after the disposal of a companion animal, but evidently I was wrong.  Any evening that involves ICBC and the cops must by necessity suck worse than mine…

Anyway, I was ready for a quiet evening when I got home, and I “cooked” weiners and we watched No Country for Old Men. Yes, there are nights when my cooking is not exactly meat and two veg, unless you count ketchup and relish.
I liked the movie, but I told my mother not to watch it.  Violence, you know.