So I woke up around 6:30. I had no idea why. I read stuff off my phone and then got on my computer an hour later. Ah. Everything is revealed. That wascawy baby bro of mine sent me an e-mail then ... and obviously I sensed it through secret woo-woo ways. He gave me the times we should meet for our boat tour next Monday so I could book my rides. And I did. ::beams:: I love it when plans come together.

I, however, had no plans for the official holiday (when most people get the day off). So I poured myself back into bed around noon and slept for a few hours. Felt much better after that.

Apparently, my ideas are so appealing that other people go ahead and copy me. In this case, SuM and gf are thinking of taking the boat tour TOMORROW, before I've even been. Why, the noive! I jokingly told her that'd be the last time I ever give her any ideas, lol.

Watched my customary TV shows in the evening. And then vegged. So I think I'll read for a while, TTFN.
Yes,yes. I'll take it. No need to wrap it up. Lol. Oh, I was desperate for a lovely day even if I had to trudge through wet grass (yuck) wearing open-toed shoes. Got to church at 9:15. Sat by the open doors at the back and listened to the beautiful Anthem. We were featuring Canadian composers/musicians, so had another terrific piece during the Offertory.

Just felt so relaxed after the service, but still anxious to get home. When I got in, I was surprised to see SuM still there. What happened to Niagara Falls for two nights? ::looks around:: Don't ask me. They decided to invite one of SuM's gal-pals and went out after 2:00. I have NO idea where they went, not that it matters because I don't have to worry about waking up tomorrow.

Managed to write my church review in the usual amount of time. After watching the news and repeats of Big Bang Theory (featuring Sheldon at his most obtuse - as if that were possible), I decided I really, really should do the laundry. So it's done. And, now, I can read for a while. I should get off the computer because I've been on FB for hours. I guess it's because so many people have been posting more frequently. ::pauses:: What-eva. Though, TBH, I really should proofread the article I copied on serious eye conditions. I'd saved the webpage but it was misbehaving. As I feared losing it (I'd already deleted the e-mail), I was frantically copy-typing everything (because C&P is horrible when there are photos in the article). I just want it done ... even if that particular vision loss group isn't meeting until the fall. So, perhaps ... tomorrow.
25. DeFede, Jim
The Day The World Came To Town


Such an uplifting account blending many voices of the real people (those whose airplanes had been stranded and the residents and institutions throughout Newfoundland) who were thrown together on 9/11, when 38 planes landed in Gander. I was so overcome with emotion, that I reread it before I had to return it.

26. Goldsborough, Robert
Murder In E Minor


My first Nero Wolfe (and sidekick Archie) book. Don't know whether I'll read another one. 'Nuff said.

27. Gaiman, Neil
Neverwhere


My first Gaiman novel. It'll be a while before I try another one, though I'd hope if I do I'll find a different sensibility. I had a really hard time with the violence of life "below" – even if it gave the protagonist everything he'd been lacking above in his so-far lacklustre life. But, especially after "Life of Pi", I just couldn't handle the rawness.

28. Truman, Margaret
Murder at the Opera


Yes, I checked. She was the daughter of Harry S. and lived in the White House for a few years. Didn't check for sure, but it seems as if all of her mysteries were set in the D.C. area. This one was weird, involving an al-Qaeda plot, stupid young musicians (from Toronto!), their deceptive musical agents (also from Toronto!), who got involved (the former inadvertently) in a plot to kill as many U.S. politicians on a single day with the pinnacle being the Pres. attending the opera and opera ball. Add loathsome spy handlers, people getting bumped off left and right (including suicide). No, I don't think I'll read any of her other ... mysteries.

29. Mitchell, Gladys
Death at the Opera


This was an odd, quirky story, set in a coeducational day school in England. The eventual victim, one of the schoolmistresses who funds the performance of "The Mikado" by the staff, is someone nobody really liked, even though she was an inoffensive creature. But her performance of Katisha was so unpleasant during the dress rehearsal that the ancient makeup artist (a former performer herself) decided to make things right by drowning her in the restroom between acts, thereby allowing the truly melodious understudy to continue on in the role. Lots of red herrings including a student who'd posed nude on school grounds for a sculpture by the arts master ... and other drownings.

30. Myron, Vicki
Dewey (the library cat)


Oh, my paws and whiskers. How I cried at the end of the book at the death of this cat after having read of all his triumphs and setbacks, his cattish ways and how he affected the lives of so many in one small town, eventually acquiring global renown. Added to this were the autobiographical hardships in the author's life (personal, financial, medical) that left me grateful that she'd had the companionship of this particular cat during his life (except for about eight weeks following his birth).

31. Peters, Ellis
Funeral of Figaro


A fascinating tale of an opera company, whose director (captain) and many of the staff (his former crew) had served on the same vessel during the war. "Marriage of Figaro" is but one of several operas the company is presenting. The singer playing Figaro is a despicable man (and it gets worse as we continue reading to the extent that we're basically glad someone killed him). He is murdered during a performance setting up many alibis. There are many suspects, including the director's daughter who'd been accepting Figaro's attentions and the woman who'd been married to Figaro (he'd used a different name and was willing to have her captured by the Nazis and sent to a concentration camp; yes, a real charmer, NOT). Add to the mix a police inspector who's trying to match the murder weapon (the "ornamental" sword worn by the director's daughter) to the most likely suspect. Lots of twists and turns, including an attempt on the inspector's life, to keep the reader entertained.

32. Siciliano, Sam
The Angel of the Opera
(the further adventures of Sherlock Holmes)


A strange mashup of the familiar Phantom story with touches of Holmesian capacity to solve a problem (actually two) neatly while exhibiting unexpected humanity and compassion for the Phantom. This is the author's response to the "What if" question. Well worth the read, even if you're getting bored by reading about the shallowness of the Viscount and Christine's obsession tinged with a religious fervor.

33. Freed, Alexander
Star Wars: Rogue One


Oh, how I wish I'd read this before or shortly after seeing the movie. There were too many characters so I had trouble telling them apart on screen (okay, so, yes, there were those that couldn't be anyone else: Jyn, K-2, Chirrut) ... but the rest are a blur in my mind. The book is huge because EVERYBODY gets their thoughts dissected.
First of all, I was very, VERY bad last night, staying up until 3:00 on the computer. Oh, well, I figured I'd catch up on my sleep in the morning. And so I did. When SuM left on her overnight trip, I kept the cats out as I was determined to do at least one chore. And I did. Even though it was semi-simple, I had to pull out a screwdriver from my tool chest. After I was done, I rewarded myself with a decadent shower in Euphoria. Uh ... blondie, what's so decadent about that? You always use Euphoria. Ah, but this time, after I'd scrubbed with the nylon-thingy-on-a-stick, I took the empty bottle of Euphoria which I'd filled with water in order to get every last smidgeon of shower gel out ... and I squeezed it out all over. ::jumps:: It was c-c-cold. But, hey, it was a silly way to use up all the good stuff.

I was also a happy camper when I booked all my girly appointments for next Friday, and then booked my rides. Really looking forward to it. I may have more on my social calendar next week as our new pastor candidate is going to have a couple of meet-and-greets, one in the evening and one next Saturday afternoon. I'd like to do Saturday so hope church-John might be up for it, too.

Tonight's Jeopardy was hilarious (and incomprehensible to most Americans watching). Alex was wearing a signature "Canada 150" sweater and spoke of how our country is celebrating its 150th birthday tomorrow. So he suggested that both countries (considering that we're still allies and friends and stuff) should just celebrate ALL the days from July 1st to 4th inclusive. Yeah, Alex, sure.

And, yes, the wine helped relax me together with a couple servings of cream of chicken soup. Though I'm wondering whether my palate is now rejecting Sauvignon Blanc as too dry. Very strange. I'm going to suck on a throat lozenge just in case. Weird body is ... weird.
Sooooo, I'd planned to clean the bathroom today (which necessitates removing my towel and bed linen storage totes ('cuz there's no place else for them) as well as all of the fiddly stuff on top. Do you think I did any of that? Well, of course not, considering how much pain I was in since waking up. So, instead, I did the easy stuff such as washing out a mountain of recycling (gee, pop cans sure pile up). The funny thing is that just that movement lubricated my joints to the extent that I could have cleaned the bathroom ... but I had no time. Sigh.

So, I lay in bed and read, then frittered my time away. I also had this nagging feeling I'd forgotten something on TV. Checked the sheet of TV shows I'd prepared and found I'd missed last night's MasterChef. Oops. Luckily, I was still able to watch it even though 24 hours and a few minutes had passed. Got to see Gordon Ramsay make his scrambled eggs (that included crème fraiche). Mmmmmmmmm. After that, I had a simple warm bagel with paté and a vodka & tonic ... which means I'm feel very warm now.

Was too lazy today to call my hair and nail salons, so I'll have to do that tomorrow morning. And book my rides. Looking forward to being pampered next Friday. And also to having more opportunities of socializing this summer. Both are definitely a win-win and do drain a lot of the pain just from the psychological boost.
Brrrrrrrrr. I'm frrrrrreezing. This weather is so not my friend. But I had to get out of bed anyway. My meals were being delivered. And then I did a quick wipedown of the frost in my freezer. Oh, what a difference from my ancient fridge. This took me five minutes (okay, ten minutes tops). Such a relief.

But not so with feeling cold. I huddled under the four layers in bed, then finally located my velour top (still in the pile of clean laundry). Okay, finally feeling slightly better. Had some weird e-mail exchanges with church-John. Some of our friends want to join us at the theatre 13 days away. Hey, let's make it theatre followed by dinner. Sounds good to moi, the revived social butterfly.

I was shaking my head at the end of Jeopardy! because the player who'd otherwise been so good gave the wrong answer and lost. What was the clue: he bought (stated number) of land in Florida in 1957 under a fake name. This guy's response: Who is Trump? OMG, pick me up off the floor. So, Trump bought lots of land in FL - when he was TEN YEARS OLD?????????? Naturally (as both c-J and I guessed immediately), the answer was Walt Disney who used an alias so the sellers wouldn't jack up the price of the land.

I finally began to warm up after having a bowl of instant Asian noodles together with the rest of my wine (so, a small glass and a half). Now I'm feeling quite cozy. Anyway, I'm headed off to bed and reading. Didn't touch "Rogue One" at all today. I guess I didn't want to expose anything (not even a hand) while I was so uncomfortable.
Sigh. I could feel my pulse in my neck as I burrowed my head into my pillow trying to find a position where it wouldn't happen. Somehow (magic?) I managed to fall asleep but it certainly wasn't enough when I woke up at 5:40 ugh-o'clock.

But I was a happy camper off to my blind group meeting. I finished the word game and packed it up along with my iPad. Yes, I was experimenting, carrying it in an old designer handbag that had always looked and felt awkward. But it fits the iPad perfectly and the semi-long straps can hang off my walker handle. Total win for the blonde who just saved some money.

What did not please me was walking out onto a wet deck, then cringing as I stepped through soaked grass with open-toed shoes. Ick. I arrived at the centre really early, so tried reading my book in the lobby. Rats. There was too much glare from both the overhead lights and the windows. So I guess I won't be packing it any more.

The meeting was lots of fun. We played my game and there was lots of laughter. Now I have a whole year to come up with another one. Before lunch I paid for church-John's and my trip tickets. Yay!!! Lunch was terrific: a selection of subs, 'tater salad and a homemade pasta/quinoa/slivered veggie salad, cheese'n'crackers, a variety of cookies and cakes, and cans of drinks. Yum. My new friend Janet and her mom Avis sat with me. Janet is a scream: we're egging each other on. If I go to something, she'll come, too; and I'll do the same thing. She's coming on the trip but said she's also attending the pub night next Tuesday. So I decided to do it, too. Even though it's all the way across the city and I'll be getting home late. SuM had better leave the kitchen light on.

When I got home I e-mailed Janet, confirmed times, RSVP'd the group, booked my rides, exchanged more giddy e-mails with Janet. Yes, we're officially silly. Today I was lucky that Grumpy actually came inside the house when I called him. What a relief. Exchanged texts with SuM, and also with c-J about the trip.

Read a bit more of "Rogue One" and I should be sliding into bed soon and reading for a while. And, then, I'm hoping for some respectable sleep. ::crosses fingers::
Well, when I wasn't watching yesterday's church service and writing about it. Wasn't too thrilled to wake up at 7:35 (yuck) after staying up late. But I made myself do the summary and posted it while sharing the FB Live post. So glad that's done.

Then I got serious about reading "Rogue One". I had no idea that is such a long, looooooooong book. Mind you, I didn't know as I was reading on the iPad which doesn't show page numbers (unless they're in invisible print, not lol). But, as the iPad is just finishing recharging, I've switched to the desktop which DOES show numbers. Yikes! I guess I can see why, considering nearly everybody's thought processes are detailed. I wish I'd read this shortly after seeing the movie; I might not be as confused now.

And, speaking of reading, Happy Potter!Versary. I can't believe it's been 20 years, even though I didn't get into the books until at least 2002. Yes, I was slow to catch on but quick to catch up.

I loathed the weather today. In the middle of the day, we started getting rumbles of thunder and it got dark. And I got incredibly cold, so huddled under four layers of bedding - which still wasn't enough. It was horrible. And then I had to get out of bed to see where the cats were. Even though the deck was wet and it was chilly out, Mr. Grumpy refused to show up. Sigh. And only one cat was interested in food. Sigh again. But, hey, I took care of them the best I could. Then back to bed with me.

Apart from my usual TV routine, the best part of the evening was having two glasses of wine, one with hot soup, the second hours later with paté on a warm bagel. Only then did I finally feel warm. Anyway, I have to force myself to go to sleep early tonight as I'm being picked up at 8:35 ugh o'clock tomorrow. And I haven't finished my word game yet. Oops! And eeeeeek!!!
Oh, sure, I woke up at 10, so I could have brekkie and then watch the service online. However, I ended up having technical difficulties with the screen freezing, so I stopped watching. When I returned to FB, I saw the message that the service was over. But-but-but it wasn't even noon. So ... what happened? Well, ma nature interfered. We've had outdoor services in the rain before but, this time, there was thunder and lightning. So, alas, the service had to end early (and I believe before our guest performers The Nylons could come on). Oh, well, these things happen, but it was sad because we had thousands in attendance.

After that, I just basically spent the rest of the day in bed. What with the leg pain and occasional shivering, I thought it was the safest place for me to be. Occasionally I'd get the energy to read "Rogue One". In the evening, I watched the news. Now I'm just going to go collapse again. Need my painkillers. Ahhhhhhhhh.
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( Jun. 24th, 2017 11:24 pm)
Can't remember when I woke up (and I've only had one very small glass of rosé). but it wasn't early. I still dawdled for a couple of hours before having brekkie. Continued reading my Holmes-Phantom book and finally finished it. I was very pleased to see how the author concluded with a redeeming twist.

Remembered too late (while doing laundry) why my left shin was aching. Yes, I'd had a wee fall yesterday ... but at least it was the other leg for a change. Sigh. Had the place to myself for the whole day because SuM had gone downtown for the Dyke March. And I'd cleaned out my fridge - throwing out a few items but also eating things (Oka cheese, black ripe olives) to go with that glass of wine. Hey, it worked.

After watching my usual evening TV, I decided to read a longish SGA fanfic. Just finished it so I think I should go to bed soon. I want to be up before the service starts and hope I can watch it online. ::crosses fingers::
At least they weren't scary rumbly. But I just happened to stay up until 2:30 a.m. (or was it 3:00?) listening to the thunder and goofing around on the computer. But I did go to bed, falling asleep with ease, before waking up at 7:57. Sorry, body, I refuse to cooperate. So I closed my eyes and woke up again at 10:27. That was ... acceptable. ::snickers::

Even though I'd enjoyed listening to the thunder, more bad rain interfered with people's safety and happiness. More flooding (including the prime agricultural area that supplies much of the city's summer produce), damaged homes along the shore of the lake, and many disheartened homeowners. Watching all of this on the news was not a nice experience.

Really got into the thick of my Sherlock Holmes Phantom book. Still wondering how it's going to turn out, as there are many little subplots. Had a funny thing happen with supper. I thought I was emptying two servings of Broccoli & Cheese soup into a bowl to heat. Imagine my shock to find out I was eating Tomato. Thankfully, at least I'd noticed that both containers had been the same colour - just NOT green. ::rolls eyes::

I noted a promo on FB that the church service outdoors on Pride Day will be shown live. If so, that'll be the first time and it makes me so happy that I won't have missed it. Our special musical guests will be "The Nylons" whom I used to adore in the early 90s.

Then there's my current aggravation in TV-land, namely STUPID!!!!! ads. As if that idiotic Viagra ad weren't bad enough, now it's Sears (who are in desperate financial trouble). If you ask me, showing two different ads the same day where the characters are both simpering brain-dead women leads me to believe that they DESERVE to go out of business. I couldn't believe what I was seeing and hearing. ::growls in disgust::

Anyway, I'm going to return to my very engrossing book. TTFN.
How cold was I? Cold enough to pull on my black velour top, raid the freezer for an M&M French onion soup, and gobble the soup along with hunks of a warm bagel. Okay, now I feel a little better. As has been happening lately, I woke up after 9 (with only one small bump after 7). Took it easy today as obviously my system was having problems adjusting from yesterday's see-saw weather conditions.

Instead of hitting "Rogue One", I decided to go with "Angel of the Opera", the Holmes book. What a surprise to see that the author has done a mashup, pairing it with the "Phantom of the Opera". Along with Christine, etc. I have NO idea where this is going to end up, but I'm learning about the amazing things that could be done with gas lamps, even though dangerous and uncomfortable, also the meaning/origins of "limelight".

Managed to squeeze in last night's MasterChef. Ha! I always wonder whether the people being honoured via two teams competing ever come down with food poisoning. Otherwise, I watched my usual evening fare, aka the news and game shows. And, then, the soothing background sounds of cartoons. Oh, wait. The delightful "Magic Flute" music was on Peg + Cat. Now I must catch up with what my friends have been posting. TTFN.
Gee, those nasal cilia can really trap ... stuff. Mind you, when I first showed up at the lake at 9:40, I had frequent bouts of coughing, as if all that fresh air were a foreign substance. But I got used to it eventually.

It was an odd day weather-wise. We'd have 5 minutes of a stiff breeze, sending droplets of lake water to sting (where I was relieved I'd worn my heavier wide pants and rolled the sleeves of my capelet down) followed by 5 minutes of scorching sun (where I'd roll the cuffs up and turn my back to the sun so that the black fabric would entice a generous application of healing heat). Interesting fact: my leg didn't hurt AT ALL while I was there. Mind you, I had a rough time making it onto the boardwalk (just to say I'd been at the start and finish marks, lol) because pushing a walker through damp sand is HARD AS HELL WORK.

I was pleased to see the friend I'd made a couple meetings ago show up with her mom (who lives with her in the hot weather and returns home to Jamaica when it's cold). My friend was wearing bling-y gold earrings and a pendant, while I'd deliberately left off any earrings and wore a red satin scarf tied Audrey Hepburn style. At least it was something.

After the walk, we had a great bbq. I was still full from yesterday, but enjoyed one great burger, along with a Coke, raw carrots, a fruit cup and two mini granola bars. Only much later did someone discover there were tomatoes. I'd ignored the lettuce because it was still in bags. Oops? I was so pleased to hear our President announce that we'd exceeded our financial goal. I was impressed. There are obviously a lot of supportive people helping the group ... and I'd helped too with my appeal. Yay for all of us!

I was expecting my ride home at 2:30. Janet and her mum had a 2:15 time. So I joined them on the struggle to get back to the pickup place. Better to sit and relax instead of hurrying. I was picked up at 2:20 and was home very quickly. So relieved and exhausted, but feeling so fine. I read for a while. Think I might start reading "Rogue One" tomorrow (so I can tell what happened in the movie). And, now that I'm home, my leg hurts. Listen stupid leg, you were behaving before. Sigh. Anyway, I'm hoping for lots of gorgeous sleep. Mmmmmmm.
After another great sleep (yay!), I woke up to the alarm at 7 to book my rides for next Tuesday. Done. Then I went back to bed and continued rereading the Gander book. Oops. I spent so much time reading, I didn't have brekkie. It was around 10:50 when I heard knocking. Uh-oh. I dashed (okay lurched) to the front door. It was my meals lady - but she was really early. Still, now that I had that done, I could return to reading and very slowly getting ready to go out. But I cheated. Just washed my face and didn't put on any powder. Church-John arrived around 1:30 and I was ready for him.

We did some shopping for necessities at Canadian Tire then went to find the restaurant SuM had taken me to. With only one U-turn, we got there and, after I expressed the need for non-excruciating seating, were shown to a very nicely padded and comfy booth. Ahhhhhhh.

C-J and I each ordered a glass of Pino Grigio. Our server told us the "bowls" were on special for only $15 (reg. $22-and up), so I ordered the same one I had (Black & Blue, steak slices, blue cheese, etc. yummy etc.). It was even better this time, perhaps because it was the middle of the afternoon. I also ordered sweet potato fries with garlic mayo. Nommm. Obviously, I brought most of it home but was urged to get the Crème Brulée for dessert. Heavenly. Then we had to get me home because I had to make a phone call.

In the evening (after I'd watched my game shows including a much better Jeopardy!), I joined SuM at 8:00 for our informal Movie Night. This time, we watched "Hail Caesar", a very quirky film about the golden days of Hollywood from the Coen brothers. I have to check all the musical numbers in it. Right now, I'm just munching on my fries and thinking about going to sleep. It's going to be a very long day at the Walk-a-thon, but I'm sure I'll have - what else but - more fun!
It doesn't get more beginning-ary than becoming FB friends with the new Senior Pastor-Elect, does it. Hee! I noticed that he was becoming popular and thought I'd better slide right in there before he's inundated with hundreds of requests. He approved me immediately. And then I commented on his post, saying how proud and excited I am that he's coming and that I can't wait to hear him preach. Yay!

Church-John has agreed to the mini shopping trip and a meal tomorrow. I juggled the timing of the meal, moving it up to lunch, as SuM and I are supposed to have a movie night (and light dinner). More good stuff to look forward to.

I finally finished the "Figaro" book by Ellis Peters (the first I'd ever read from her). It was odd, but I'd enjoyed it. Tonight's Jeopardy! was a fiasco. Players exhibiting nerves, majorly forgetting to phrase the answer in the form of a question, and missing clues that were SOOOOO easy ... that both c-J and I'd been infuriated. Oh, I know we'll get over it, or find something else aggravating.

Anyway, I'm off to bed. Lots to do tomorrow including waking up early to book rides. Story of my life, it seems.
Who? What? Hey, blondie, how come you're mad at Kissymas? Well, it's not the holiday per se, but the fact that I'm still using my Christmas red flannel sheet set and will probably still be using it for the foreseeable future. With the weather so unpredictable, and mostly cool, I don't dare switch to my regular cotton sheet sets. So I tug the set off, wash, then tug it back onto the bed. Along with the comforter, though I finally semi-discarded my penguin fleece. It's draped casually on the couch.

If you couldn't tell, laundry was my painful morning. I'd even woken up around 8 for a change. After I was done (and so was my body), I lay down in my nice freshly-made bed and read my murder mystery. I was so confused by the book but finally reached a point where it started making sense. The funny thing is that I've performed in this particular opera ("The Marriage of Figaro") and even flirted with the Count! The rotten man playing Figaro gets bumped off and I think I approve! Oops?

Otherwise I had a quiet day. Well, except for the case of the missing bra. Which is no longer missing as I found it on the couch while I was sitting there sorting through my skin care products. I'm also missing the special chilled neck wraps church-John bought me. I'm sure I've seen them ... somewhere. But that was ages ago. I hope I can survive church tomorrow without one. ::crosses fingers::

While I was resting mid afternoon, I decided to try to catch up on some of the multiple epis of Peppa Pig I'd recorded. I was delighted to see that there were NEW episodes. How wonderful! Perhaps I'll have some piggy dreams ... as soon as my painkillers kick in. ::pleads with the universe::
But at least it also allowed me to sleep in past 9 before I settled in to finish my book about Dewey, the library cat. Uh-oh. After being with that cat for 19 years of its ups and downs, I was heartbroken to read about his failing health and eventual death. So I cried. Lots and lots. I'm already exhausted.

I cried a few more times during the day. Watched a surprise makeover for a family ... and blubbered. Anything that aroused my empathy led to more tears. Finally, I couldn't stand it any more. I needed the company of another human being. Also a cat! So I went out on the back deck and was joined by SuM's gf. I told her about the book that had started it all. We talked about all sorts of things. I asked her questions about her cat and am now curious to figure out what cross-breed she is. Sounds fascinating.

Decided not to kill myself in the evening with laundry (extra loads), so I'll do it tomorrow late morning. Instead I began a new murder mystery. I'm also considering entering a writing contest (about faith) as a part of the celebrations surrounding Canada's 150th birthday. Just a wee problem: the deadline is June 30th. Eeeeeeeeeek. But I'm making it a wee bit easier, using autobiographical snippets and focusing on the meaning I found in performing and listening to music. And I'll see how it goes. There's a $10 registration fee; first prize is $10K, second is $2.5K with both stories being published. There's also a poetry category with the same prizes.

Speaking of music, I got Final Jeopardy! right. Ha, Beethoven's "Fur Elise" FTW. Anyway, my book is calling out to me, so I'm going to ::giggles:: surrender. TTFN.
So, sorta, kinda. But, first, the beginning of my day. I'd set the evil alarm for 7:00, so I could book my rides to/from the beach next week. Uh ... (to quote Little Britain) "Computer says no". Sigh. So I had to call the ride line and be on hold (while my phone was around 21% power). Luckily, I managed to get through and my rides are booked. After that, I crawled back into bed and promptly went back to sleep. Ahhhh for decent sleeping weather again.

I woke up shortly after 12. Even then I wasn't feeling too hungry though I eventually ate brekkie. Then I had to start thinking of how to reveal things about myself. I know it may seem odd (but I believe it fits my dual Geminian personality) to read that I'm not comfortable talking about my life - where it counts. So I dared myself to compose a fundraising appeal for my awesome vision loss support group on FB and to tag every single person so that my message would land directly in each person's e-mail. Because I loathe FB and its deliberately inconsistent algorithms. Boo! I'm keeping my fingers and toes crossed for a positive reception, etc.

After that, I read a bit more, watched my usual news and game shows. We're all horrified here by the fire in London. During our news hour, we were reassured that the building code for high rises in our province would prevent such a fire here - as all such buildings must use only non-flammable materials. After that, I joined SuM and her gf as we finally got to watch "The Boss" with Melissa McCarthy. SuM was surprised she actually liked it. Ha! I make good recommendations. Anyway, I'm a bit tired so am going to doddle off to bed. No alarms, please and thank you.
Well, neither did I or tonight's Jeopardy! players. The clue rested on one word ("predicted"). Oh, J!, you tease us mercilessly.

But at least the weather stopped torturing us mercilessly. A cold front blew through, so the temp dropped to 68 around 2 p.m. and was only around 75 in the early evening. I'm just so grateful to be able to semi-function again. Speaking of ability to function, the admin of my meals provider asked me whether I'd ever written a grant proposal. No, but, hey, I'm willing to give it a go. She was talking about some past projects and then asked me if I'd have been interested - as I was "isolated". ::puts hands on hips:: Oh, did I set her straight. I may not go out often due to practical limitations, but I am SO not isolated. Not if I can reach out and blab about whatever here or text/e-mail a friend, and get into a conversation. Oy.

Had an unconventional night. I'd fallen asleep accidentally and woke up at 1:30. Immediately reached for "Little Blue" and continued reading the first opera murder mystery, not putting it down until 3-ish when I went to sleep. Later in the day, I finally finished this extremely convoluted book and found out its author had been Harry Truman's daughter. Most (all?) of her mysteries are set in DC, so I'm not surprised. I'm now in the middle of the second one which is so prim and proper (at least superficially). What a change of pace. I'm just waiting for "Little Blue" to finish recharging so I can read in bed again. And that, along with another chilled Perrier, is a wrap! Oh, wait, not quite. I'd received an e-mail from the theatre c-J and I want to visit regarding their accessibility policy. Even though it's general admission, they will permit my illustrious awesomeness (and escort) to seat ourselves early. Yay! And, now, I'm done.
Church-John wasn't lost. He was at a wedding. Odd, I don't remember his imparting this crucial information to me. But he's alive and well. And so is the gf's cat. SuM and S. found it ... somewhere, as I found out when SuM returned home around 1. Okay, cats, back to your mommy. Two of the cats had stayed with me, and even Diva was scoping out the coolest place, namely right on the floor. As far as I know, it was even hotter today, close to 100F when you include humidity.

I spent the day in bed, first happy that the cats had not interfered with my sleep (they were possibly too lethargic from the heat too), then finishing watching last night's Tony Awards (the recording of which dared to end early). Alas, the one award was all that "Come From Away" garnered. Doesn't matter, the show will always be the Queen of my heart! Then I was engrossed in reading. Borrowed two opera murder mysteries and "Dewey" about the library cat (and a book I was forced to part with when downsizing).

I'm all excited because c-J and I are going to a play in which our mutual friend (and occasional pew mate) is starring in. The title "High Park Noir" sounds like a hoot. I also told John about the resto near me that we definitely should try out. Anyway, back to read and perhaps yet another glass of Perrier. Cheers.
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