Well, I had so much time to waste, what with waking up (again) at 5:44. Grotesque. Anyway, the results: it turns out the church copied my FB review of the 2016 Easter service to their site ... but I hadn't been aware of it. I know they've shared my FB posts to their page several times (but I always knew it because it would show up). OTOH, the info from 15 years ago may have disappeared (me on a Pride float and volunteering at Casa Loma). Well, it was still an interesting exercise.

As I was up way too early, I continued reading the second "Murdoch" book. Finished it and am now on the third. After I finish this one, I'm not going to bother reading any because these show a much different character with some unpleasant characteristics. And the less said about Brackenreid or the prevailing bias against Roman Catholics the better.

Stopped reading long enough to do two loads of laundry but still no major chores. Not with my foot pain. Sigh. At least I've laid out all my paraphernalia (medal, ruby earrings, red satin scarf) for tomorrow. Just sad I couldn't locate my Pride ring. Not that it would have fit, but still, I would have liked that option. As it's the middle of summer, there were no TV options, just the usual news and game show repeats. Note to self: it's the Stamp Act (not the Tea Tax) that caused the major kerfuffle south of the 49th.
Well, whatever I am, I'm also the featured writer in the online edition of the church's newsletter, will also be in this Sunday's printed order of service, and apparently also somewhere on the church's website. This was the sekrit project I was asked to create, to write around 200 (I nudged that number up) words about ANYTHING having to do with my involvement in the church. With about 36 hours' notice. Oh, sure, I said. NO problem.

Ha! As if. First, I had to try to figure out the angle, and how I could make it attractive for others to WANT to volunteer. After a few false starts (where I just deleted anything I'd typed), I finally figured it out ... and sent it in by Wednesday evening, about 12 hours early. Then I waited ... and worried ... whether what I wrote would be considered too outrageous. But I was safe, and even complimented by the communications director. Phew. The article was just released and I can tell there are some church people around with a wacky sense of humour, as they used my smirking retirement party picture from 2006.

Okay, blondie, breathe ::practises IN-OUT-IN-OUT:: and tell us about the rest of your day. Well, the best thing is that I got to sleep in until 7:22. I managed to finish reading the "Murdoch" book. I was surprised that he had sex in it - but then I was late to the show and didn't know what kinds of experiences he'd had before Julia (whom I'd expected to have taken the lead after they married). Right now, I'm about to start on the second book, as my iPad had run out of juice.

I was supposed to do chores (minimum of sorting and rearranging my cleaning supplies under the vanity). But, nooooooo, yowled the pain, especially in my feet. Thou shalt not clean today. And, speaking of yowling, I was so relieved when Grumpy deigned to come in when I called. It had been another cool day. Weird, weird summer. I also dozed off again and dreamt about Grumpy and dog-like behaviour in a "Murdoch" scenario. Okay, enough dreaming for me.

Beyond the usual news and games shows, I had MacGyver on in the background while doing nothing. And THAT was the sum and substance of my day. ::crosses fingers for less pain tomorrow::
Yay also for the cats letting me sleep in until around 9:30. That was most gracious of them. I had an oddly discombobulated day. No pressure to do stuff. Finally got in the shower after 2:00 and exited with no intent to style my hair. Yup, no product (as I'm getting my hair coloured tomorrow morning).

Church-John finally gave me a pickup time of 6:30. It was another hot, sunny day which I enjoyed briefly as I sat waiting for him. Oh, look. Our mutual friend was in the car, having returned from a couple years' visit to Taiwan. We were among the first to arrive at church and sat in the first row of desks (the meeting was in our LGBT high school in the basement).

The proposed pastor was introduced to us after we heard about the selection process. He spoke for a while, then entertained questions from a large-ish audience. After that, there were refreshments at which time people could approach him. As I had my walker and the desks were arranged in a square, I didn't even try. C-J brought me a coke and a couple pieces of baked goods. But, after that, as we were still there, I got to meet Jeff for myself. I reminded him that I'd friended him on FB and what I do best in my volunteering. Naturally, I'm hoping the vote on Sunday will confirm his election by an overwhelming majority. ::crosses fingers::

Anyway, I was happy to be home (later than expected) and safely escorted inside by c-J. Now I really should think about bed. ::thinks about bed:: Yes, I am silly. A lot. Also having lovely thoughts of the harbour boat tour as Brian confirmed he bought my ticket, so we're all set for an hour of fun. Let's end the day with another yay!
Definitely good when I got my meals delivered and then my groceries. Only one pout because they were out of stock of pots of fresh basil (I'd ordered two). Sigh. I wanted the lovely scent. But, otherwise, tons of gorgeous fruits and veggies. Yay!

The other good thing was watching two epis of Jeopardy! (yesterday's and tonight's). One of the clues had to do with a "water pig", otherwise known as a capybara. Wow! Even without knowing that species description, I already loved this animal. I guess instinctively for me a pig IS a pig! BTW, there's a small zoo in the city from which two capybaras - nicknamed Bonnie and Clyde - escaped and went on an adventure last summer. The duo returned in their own sweet time and are now the parents of triplets. All together now, Awwwwwwww.

So, I'm in charge of the cats for two nights. I'm crossing my fingers that they'll be good while I'm sleeping. In the meantime, there's a new Savage Love column on which I wish to make a comment. So I'm off to write it. And, then, some more reading in bed. Nighty-night, all.
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.
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.
So, I still got wet, but I do dry off, lol. After I got to church and Jan arrived, we decided to go back outside to get some fresh air. Lo and behold, the sun was coming out. It was fabulous, with a tiny hint of a breeze.

Church was amazing. The music superb. I was on duty and found out later that I'd been on the webcast while serving communion ... and there were these adorable painted toenails sticking out of my open-toed shoes. Awww. I asked church-John whether he might take me to Canadian Tire (the one in my 'hood) some time this week. I have a whole bunch of summer-related sprays, etc. I need to get. I also suggested we could visit the new restaurant I'd been to. I'd really like that. There was a surprise at the end. The search committee for a new senior pastor presented the successful candidate (who still needs to be voted in). He's a United Church minister from the prairies. He's young, has a quirky sense of humour, and seems to enjoy saying naughty things (as does Brent). He'll be here in two weeks' time. Yay!

When I got home, naturally, I had to write my summary. It took a very long time. Sigh. But I was pleased with it. Then, when SuM came home from work, she texted me, saying she'd like to donate to my blind group. Yaaaaay! So she gave me a cheque.

In the evening, I didn't do much other than watch the news. Stayed on the 'puter, read my "Figaro" mystery for a while, and just vegged. At least I'm feeling mostly cool. Anyway, time is fleeting. I'm going to finish my Perrier, then go back to reading. Looking forward to a mostly lazy day tomorrow.
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.
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.
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( Jun. 10th, 2017 11:50 pm)
So ... I had another goal today, to find out about the trip to the Science Centre. Oops. I had the wrong day marked down, and then I saw what the specific focus would be and I simply wasn't interested. So, it's a good thing I'm not submitting my body to pain for no decent reason.

While I was dealing with matters pertaining to my vision loss group, I RSVP'd to the BBQ portion of the Walk-a-thon and confirmed that I was available to volunteer that day. Now I just have to find the specific address ... for that part of the beach(!) so I can book my rides this coming Wednesday. Let's just add it to my list of goals, eh.
Yeah, yeah, I aced Final Jeopardy! Even though I've never studied Greek (which Alex said would have helped). So, what was the answer? The category was Constellations. The brightest star in Sirius is the rival of the equivalent of Mars, the god of war. Naturally (okay, I'm stretching it), the question is "What is Antares?"

Otherwise, I had another quiet day. Had a full measure of sleep with an extension. Read a bit. The Gaiman is getting marginally better, though the grime is starting to squick me out.

Did laundry in the evening and put my shower mats in the machine, too. That means I'll be scrubbing my shower tomorrow. Oh, joy, NOT. My fingers are already aching. And I let myself down today. I should have been checking out details about the Science Centre trip a week from tomorrow, but I didn't. Because too many things hurt and the last thing I want (or need) is to be trooping through a cavernous building (even worse, with several subterranean levels). The last time I was there was nearly two decades ago when I could still walk and see. Sigh. Well, I'll think about the special tour tomorrow morning. Just too ouchy tonight. Okay, back to reading.
Hmmm. Does that mean time stretches when it's warm out and contracts when it's cold? Ha! Imagine a pompous investor (but without the humility of a philanthropist) trying to pull that one over our fave snarky astrophysicist, MRM, PhD, PhD, etc.

Well, my birthday is stretching ever so long (not that I'm complaining; it's simply an observation). Today it was Brian's turn to share in the festivities. He also brought the new protective coating and military-force case for Niebieski Motylek ("Little Blue Butterfly" in Polish, "Little Blue" abbreviated), my newly named iPad who joins his big sister Liblikas. Oh, what a relief to have a proper case.

He even brought me organic strawberries ... and an honest-to-goodness birthday card. Now I'm really impressed, because it seems everybody has stopped giving (especially mailing) greeting cards. Everything is electronic these days. So it was a lovely gesture to receive something tangible that can actually be displayed on my dining table, along with the tulips.

After fiddling around with both computers, we finally left to drive to the Indian restaurant. We were determined to eat two orders of Tandoori Shrimp. We did. Along with a Papadum, Plain Naan (I'm on duty tomorrow), Sautéed Scallops (unexpectedly served in a strange but tasty sauce), and Chicken Biryani that came with Raita. Also, a Gin'n'Tonic each. Nom. We may have slightly overestimated how much we could eat, but we've done that before. So I ended up with lots of leftovers to keep me company at home.

Once I was home, I collapsed. I'd had tears in my eyes from some of the spices, and now I was sweating. Oh, well, it's good for the body.

After watching the news and my game show repeats, I returned to reading "The Martian" with Little Blue propped up on my torso as I was lying in bed. Even though the case feels very heavy, and the lid isn't quite in the right position, it still made a huge difference in my ability to pretend-hold it. I was only touching it barely, to keep it stable. My poor hands are so grateful. As a result, I finally managed to finish my second read-through of the book. Yay.

Now I'd better think of sleep and church and wearing nice things. Well, almost all nice things. If it's raining, I'll have to wear more practical footwear. ::still crosses fingers for nice weather::
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( Jun. 1st, 2017 11:12 am)
13. Christensen, Elizabeth
SGA-07: Casualties of War


I believe this was the only Atlantis book in the system, so thought I should read it (even though I was hoping to find the Legacy series). It was a good read, though terrific fanfic has spoiled me in this !Verse. There was a good mix of team in handling the emergency-du-jour.

14. Weir, Andy
The Martian


I so loved this book and am thrilled for the author's success. I'm always intrigued by the differences between an adapted screenplay following an original work. No kidding where the screenwriter assured us (in the extra features on the movie disc) he'd been diligent in staying as faithful as possible to the book. Actually, there were a few minor points in the book that were changed in the movie for far greater impact! Though I could have done without all the extreme danger (with the looping tether) in the rescue scene. Still, I enjoyed reading the mostly first-person journal so much that I renewed it, so I could read it again.

15. Ondaatje, Michael
In the skin of a lion


Even though I endured his "English Patient", I was still curious to read this book. OMG. It was almost completely unbearable with one rare saving grace. The author is so obsessed with very vivid and precise descriptions, painting with words as it were, but the effect is marred because that's what the entire book was like. Read more... )

16-18. Marsh, Charis
Love You, Hate You
You're So Sweet
I Forgot To Tell You


After the brain-wrenching effort of finishing Ondaatje, I needed a break. I put "ballet" in the search box and got these three easy reads. They're part of a series about students at a ballet academy in Vancouver, B.C. Much of the books revolved around regular teen problems and behaviours (crushes, cattiness despite avowing BFF-ness, skipping classes, dropping out of school, bulimia, deceiving self and parents) overlaid with the intensity of the ballet world, especially with competitive parents added to the mix.

Despite a lot of toxic behaviour and situations, there is one redeeming message where several of the dancers feel sorry for the general population that will never know what it feels like to fully use every single muscle of their bodies.

19. Braun, Lillian Jackson
The Cat Who Had 14 Tales


After the ballet series, I turned to mysteries. It was easy to move to the author of "The Cat Who" series. When I still had my vision, I remember devouring these books on a regular basis. As I wasn't sure where to begin (it would make sense to start where I'd left off), I decided to reread this anthology. Some stories were better than others. An easy read.

20-23. Fletcher, Jessica
Manhattans & Murder
Design for Murder
Murder on the QE2
Murder in a Minor Key


So, obviously, not "written" by the TV detective character. I just thought I'd coast through some mysteries. Felt definitely queasy when reading about crossing the North Atlantic via the QE2. Felt the most emotion when I finished the last one, with a tear rolling down my face. The victim had been a passionate gay man who was obsessed with finding the mythical wax cylinders of recordings by a deceased New Orleans musical legend. But he was the third man to fall prey to the killer. He was honoured with a "Jazz Funeral" at the end. Though I'd once wanted to visit Nola, just reading about how unbearably hot and humid it was made me feel lucky that I'd never been, despite my love of the food and certain types of music (like Zydeco).

24. Martel, Yann
The Life of Pi


Odd book, didn't really grab my attention. But there were some parts that intrigued me. The first was how Pi decided to follow three religions: the expected Hinduism, but also Christianity, and Islam. Why? Well, he was just trying to find God ... to the confusion of his parents and consternation of his spiritual mentors. The second was when his family was deciding to relocate to Canada, Winnipeg to be exact, which Pi described as having "minus-two-hundred-degree winters". Ha! I loved it. The third was when he was in the lifeboat, now only with the tiger as foe/companion and I was informed that "only small cats purr breathing both ways" – inhaling and exhaling.

Read more... )

AAAAAAAAAAAND that wraps up May. I'm really happy about the number of books I got through, using both the iPad or the desktop when the iPad was recharging.
Tried to look for a set of papers (I'm pretty sure I kept ... unless I forgot I tossed them when moving, in which case it's a futile search) for the word game I used as an ice-breaker for bus trips by our church social club when I was in charge - only TWO decades ago. Uh-oh.

So, I didn't find the template in the stack of papers on the bookshelf. But I did find something else I've been frantically searching for. What? My collection of Euphoria perfumes! Yay!!!!! ::does happy dance:: Considering that wearing perfume has grown in disfavour as a socially unacceptable personal pollutant, I almost never wear it - even when I'm on my own (though using the shower gel is almost like using it). But I so wanted to wear it on my birthday (a Thursday), and after my birthday celebration (on a Sunday) after brunch. And now I'll be able to indulge as much as I want to.

OTOH, I'm resigning myself to having to recreate or rewrite the word game from scratch. I can only remember one question that always resulted in gales of giggles, hence its usefulness as an ice-breaker between strangers on a bus. I still have a month before the end-of-year party of my large blind group, so I don't have to worry about time. Just thinking up silly questions. Hey, I'm good at that!
Nah, just a silly summary of my day. But-but-but, this morning I slept until 9:37. Truly, I'm amazed, even though I had to turn the lights on and crawl out of bed because I'd forgotten to take a swig of my cough syrup (which I desperately needed).

Today was ridiculously scorching hot. When I let Grumpy in after 3:00, the poor boy was so dehydrated. I get you, buddy. We're going to have another hot day tomorrow and then cold and rain for the long weekend. ::rolls eyes:: Typical Canadian tradition.

I was so aggravated during the day because I wanted to play a whole bunch of video clips on FB but I couldn't get the sound to work. Now, I know that I routinely lower the volume to nearly zero, especially before bed because the last thing I want to hear is the PINGGGG of FB Likes, etc. when I'm sleeping. So, I was so relieved when I restarted Firefox and pressed play on a "Come From Away" video. Yay. I can haz sound already.

So, what else was dork-tastic? Well, I really surprised myself during tonight's Jeopardy! getting all sorts of clues, especially Tudor history. Seriously, who knew! I was also having cravings for amazing seafood, so texted church-John whether we can go to the popular place near me next week. He is of a like mind, so now I can dream of those calamari. I'd even do a double order so I could bring the rest home.

Anyway, I hear there may have been some political announcement on the U.S. stations at 7:00 p.m. but I haven't seen anything on my computer yet because I was busy reading. Finished the first ballet book and have moved onto the second. Imagine a regular high school; now add the bitchiness, rivalry, and bulimia (to mention only a few aspects) of ballet academy. Set in Vancouver. Anyway, I'm returning to my relaxing reading. TTFN.
I vote for Weirdday. Well, actually, my body did first. Even though I decided I didn't need a hot lemon drink last night, I still slept all the way to 9:15. Wow! Mind you, my body thought it appropriate to play tricks on me first thing: to compensate for my pain-free leg last night, BOTH legs hurt this morning. ::growls in frustration::

I ended up having little to eat during the day, then trying to hurry up to finish "The Martian" while lying in bed. Unfortunately, the iPad needed recharging; apparently, my body decided I needed it, too, so I ended up having a quickie (two hour) nap. After watching the usual news/game show lineup, I finally had something else to eat (carrot cake) to go with all the Perrier I'd guzzled earlier. Unfortunately, while I'd been electronically disconnected, my book loan had expired. Sigh. I was SO close to the end. So, I tried to borrow it again, but could only get on the Hold list. But, in the space of just seconds, the Hold magically transformed itself into a Loan. Yay! While I was in the system, I also borrowed some cat stories by an author I used to devour decades ago. And I got three ballet books (I believe intended for teens). Then I grabbed my recharged iPad and - always a hit-and-miss procedure - d/ld the books.

Back in bed, I finally finished reading "The Martian" for a second time and started in on the cat stories. But now Im hungry, so think I'm going to make myself a ham sandwich. Perhaps even with romaine and dijon mustard. Happy eating and reading to me!
So not the night and day I wanted. To bed at 1 (a.m.), up at 4. Stayed up reading for a while, then back to bed at 6:30, awake at 10:30. This continued throughout the day until after 4 when I finally roused myself out of bed, having woken up in the middle of a winery dream (haven't visited the winery for 20 years, so now I'm wondering whether they make a raspberry cider).

Running out of my sick-bed staples of ginger beer and hot lemon drink. Can I cross all my fingers and toes and hope the cold fizzles before my supplies do?

I'm massively pouting at the TV listings. Still no new MacGyver makes for a very dull evening after the news and game shows. Naturally, I've been reading, both "The Martian" and other stuff, also trying to put myself into the mood to write something new of my own. Do I want to stick to my current fandoms or escape into the past? Decisions, decisions.

More decisions ahead for me as I'm researching other Afternoon Tea places I can visit with Brian. Because - with the lousy weather and shore-breaching lake conditions, I can't see the two of us going to the island for some time. We need a diversion. Yup, I'm on it!
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