It just didn't work out. So perhaps tomorrow or Thursday.

I had a mostly utilitarian day. Woke up a few minutes before the (horrible) alarm at 7:00. Booked my rides for next week. Hung out on the computer. Exchanged e-mails with my sis RS about a family reunion on Thanksgiving Saturday. Yay, she's in. By the time the afternoon rolled around, I was zonked. Did my customary dozing off during the news (also earlier, with the Nature music channel on). Managed to get through the game shows and snorfled at the Jeopardy! Final: "Crown Royal" or "Royal Crown". Sooooo easy. Did another rewatch of this week's The Orville just because it puts me in a good mood.

Read my weird book for a while and I think I'll be returning to it. And then I'm hoping to get in some more good sleep tonight. ::crosses fingers::
... even if the sleep gods were being mean and stingy. Oh, sure, I got more sleep than the night before: all three hours and forty-seven minutes of it. Siiiiiiigh. So I read, foofed around on the computer, and rewatched The Orville until 8 (when the alarm was supposed to ring). After brekkie, I felt warm enough to jump in the shower and carried over my Euphoria indulgence by actually applying perfume to my wrists and behind my ears. Made me feel very special! Though it wasn't hot, it was mostly sunny, so I wore my oldest (holey) leggings with thin socks ('cuz I was hoping to try on boots), along with my mango-azalea slashed top. Church-John showed up at 12:30. First stop: just a few miles away to find me a fall coat. ::crosses fingers:: We couldn't find the store. Plazas in the suburbs are ridiculous. So frustrated, I handed c-J my phone so he could phone the store and get proper directions.

After we parked, c-J followed me into the store which I hadn't expected. The clerk found me the exact coat I wanted (it has wicked zippers and even a storm-thumb feature in the sleeve lining). Yay. I'll take it. I also added a couple pairs of leggings. Then I tried (to try on) knee-high boots. Yes, you may laugh now. I had to try to haul my right leg onto my left knee and slide the boot on. Fuggedaboudit. As Peppa Pig would say, "It's impossible!" There was just no way I could see myself doing it on my own. Sigh. So, we left the store, with me being mostly ecstatic.

When we got downtown, we finally visited the French resto our friend had recommended. We were seated in the front window, so we could see everything outside while still enjoying the oh-so-casual and nostalgic French music. I had an amazing meal, starting with Tuna Tartare on Avocado, French Onion Soup, two large glasses of French Rose. a Strawberry Crepe, and (total indulgence) a glass of Pernod Pastis (don't know if I spelled it correctly as c-J was reading the menu). OMG. What a blast. We both talked about how wonderful it is that we can enjoy ourselves with these outings, even though we can no longer cook or entertain the way we once did.

We had two more stops on the way home: to get me money from the bank machine and to pick up my red winter coat, fully-relined in dramatic black satin. Luscious.

When I got in, I collapsed (which should come as no surprise). All that wine and excitement! I managed to settle down to watch the news and my game shows. Then there were two hours of MasterChef. And, now, I'm trying to reverse the wee bit of nausea. Time for sparkling water, say I. And ::fervently crosses fingers:: hope for real catch-up sleep!
So, apparently, I'm strange that way. But, then, the reading was also mind-wearying and holding the iPad awkward. So it was no wonder that I needed to spend a lot of time in bed today resting my poor neuropathic hands.

I had to chastise myself in the evening after learning that I'd missed the first epi of The Orville last night. I couldn't replay it from last night's grid (I don't know why certain shows are finicky like that), so tried to stream it off Fox's site. Ha! Loading ... as if. I watched the circling icon over and over and over. And then gave up. I may try tomorrow morning when online traffic is lighter.

Got a reply from church-John re lunch this week at the French crepe place. I convinced him to take me coat-shopping first. I told him it wouldn't take long (no undressing or change room needed) and that he could sit in his car and keep doing his crossword puzzle). Aren't I nice like that? Yes, lol. But I try not to take him for granted and he knows how much I value him (not just his driving ability). We do have a good time always when we're together.

At least I didn't miss the premieres (oh, how pretentious) of my game shows tonight. Anyway, I think I'm going to hunt up more library books before bed. And have a couple of cookies, too (my reward).
So, I had a do-nothing morning while hearing all the frantic activity as SuM and S were making sure they'd packed everything in the car for their vacay. My meals arrived just before they left. At least I was spared sitting and waiting in the living room while they buzzed about.

I sent in an e-mail to the meals admin so she could plug in my income and expenses into her subsidy formula. Then I went to bed to watch cartoons and dozed off. When I woke up, I had a reply saying I should still be good for this year. Yay. I approve.

I nodded off - again - during the evening news. Help. Then I watched my usual evening shows. I also had N.C.I.S. on while I played on the computer. I managed to turn around to watch Mark Harmon ride a horse (yes, I am eminently silly) but ... hot damn!

The cats are safe and secure, so there's an upside to my depriving myself of a social activity tonight. Still, it would have been nice to be able to go to my blind group's Pub Night in the west end (they had great food and were most hospitable). Alas, it wasn't meant to be as returning to an empty house in full dark, even with the driver's assistance, would not have been wise. So, I'm going to e-mail our group's Pres. to say I'm sorry I couldn't be there.

And, now, I'm returning to my Agatha Christie. Hope I finish soon.
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( Sep. 1st, 2017 10:56 pm)
39-40. Mack, Paul
Star Trek: The Body Electric
Star Trek: Silent Weapons


The other books in the trilogy. I've already forgotten most of the details of the stories, but remember that the books were inferior to the first book. Oh, wait. Wesley Crusher popped in from his interstellar, interphasic wanderings as a Traveler in one of them. Picard also gets extremely protective of his young son and wife (Beverly, in case anyone cares). I'm beginning to remember that the third book was about an enormous machine with delusions of immortality (it believed that making a copy of a machine's operating system and incorporating it into itself meant it lived forever while the original smaller elements could actually be destroyed) that was making it possible for a black hole to swallow up galaxies, eventually leading to the destruction of subspace. In TOS, you know that Kirk would have disabled the machine by tricking it with an illogical conundrum. But, hey, computers aren't as gullible as they were in the 60s!

41. Shetterly, Margo Lee
Hidden Figures


Reading this book was the highlight of my month. Imagine how timely it was to finally get the book from my Holds just as Charlottesville was happening. Is it cruel irony to learn that this city had been one of a handful in Virginia that HAD desegregated its schools. I read in horror of the Lost Generation, the young black students whose educations were cut short when the State of Virginia simply closed down ALL public schools for five(?) years rather than obey the desegregation law. Naturally, white kids from wealthier families were able to enrol in private schools.

It was fascinating, on the other hand, to read how desperate the Air Force (later NASA) was to recruit young women with science degrees during/after WWII to work as "computers" in its aeronautics (later aerospace) division.

The movie was based on the author's book but, as she explained, many events had to be smushed together and generations glossed over. It's no wonder that I was confused by the identities of the primary characters, thinking them to be contemporaries when they weren't.

I'll probably borrow the book again. I'm still in awe at the brilliance of these women and how many of them strived to move into the category of engineer and project director rather than being slotted as mathematician (even if they were finally publishing their own papers).

42. Longo, Jennifer
Up to this Pointe


The author was a ballerina for a dozen years and used her experience to create the foundation of the book. The rest was sheer imagination, as she causes the protagonist to go hide in the Antarctic for the entire winter, using slight descent from Scott as the hook. While near the Pole, she is visited by the ghost of Shackleton (actually, Vitamin D deficiency) and creates a new vision for the rest of her life involving her original passion for ballet while incorporating her newly-found skills in grant writing to make ballet accessible and possible to all children, regardless of their families' ability to pay.

43. DePrince, Michaela
Ballerina Dreams


This was an inspirational picture book for little girls based on this woman's real life story. She was an orphan in war-torn Sierra Leona who was adopted by an American family. She'd always dreamt of becoming a ballerina. Her new family supported her goals. Despite her fears of not fitting the stereotypical look of a ballerina (vitilago spots on her dark skin), she eventually succeeded and danced with two world-renowned ballet companies.

44. Longo, Jennifer
Six Feet Over It


Having enjoyed the author's first book so much, I decided to borrow the second one, also based on the author's personal life. Here the protagonist is a high schooler whose parents have bought a graveyard inland from the ocean (taking her away from her old life in Mendocino though her hippy painter mother still manages to escape there with regularity), where she is coerced to work in the office. Her older sister is a cancer survivor. The protagonist has this odd superstition that she can have only one friend. As she had to care for her sister (who survived), she had to give up her closest friend (who died). She finds – to her horror – that the best friend is buried in their graveyard! She meets all sorts of new people associated with the graveyard: the family that provides flowers, also a potential new best friend for her (whom she mostly rejects, always thinking of the superstition), as well as a boyfriend for her sister, and the mysterious young Mexican man hired to be the groundskeeper. Just as in the other book, by the end the protagonist undergoes a healing, life-affirming acceptance of herself ... and relinquishes her obsession with superstition.

45-46. Christie, Agatha
A Body in the Library
A Caribbean Mystery


Oddly enough, both books used hair bleach (Miss Marple is ever so observant) and mistaken identity (intentional in the first and accidental in the second) in the murders. Still, a little tired of reading odd, stilted (and nowadays offensive) English expressions.
Mind you, I wasn't thrilled to wake up at 6:50. Please, universe, give me more sleep. The universe gave me a stuffed-up nose. Sigh. So, I eventually got out of bed and fed the cats. Because cats rule, dontcha know.

After my mid-morning nap with Diva, I finally, finally, FINALLY finished the book I'd been reading, about "graveyard" girl. I can't believe I'd just borrowed it 6 days ago. It felt like a lifetime. And, once again, I did get sucked in, though it took until a chapter in the teens. The details of the graveyard business were from the author/dancer's RL, as she'd been roped into doing it by her family. The only fanciful thing was the ending. She takes her DMV test on her birthday but has to drive her grampa's weird truck because her family has disappeared with dad's car. Then the family is outside the DMV with a sheet cake and lit candles. The ::coughs:: Mexican groundskeeper phones and asks her to pick him and his gf up in Anaheim as he's sneaking her in from Mexico. She does and pays off the coyotes holding the couple for ransom. Just a wild book. Now, before I go to bed, I think I should find some nice boring books to borrow.

I was shocked to find that the fourth cat (sequestered for her protection) had managed to get the spare bedroom door open and came down halfway down the staircase. Aarrgghh, cried the blonde and shooed her upstairs. Then the blonde took her life in her hands and climbed the very scary interior staircase (with just solid walls). Once I got used to the light levels, I found her, petted her and calmed her down and left her a scoop of dry food, before making my way back down. Step by step, slowly she moved.... Huge sigh of relief.

I also managed to do a load of laundry (my towels). And I finally made tabbouleh, throwing in extra onion, black olives and a whole container of halved cocktail tomatoes. Next time, blondie, quarter them. I also treated myself to a bourbon with ginger beer. Weird, and potent.

Watched the usual Saturday evening TV. Tonight's Peg + Cat featured singing to the main theme of Swan Lake. I swear, this is the weirdest cartoon show ever ... and highbrow to boot.

Right now, my brain is all fuzzy from the bourbon. So natch I'm taking my pills on top of it. Haven't a clue as to what I'm wearing to church, but I may wake up a few minutes earlier. ::gives self a pat on the back::
Though, perhaps not in its normal context, lol. So, I'd asked church-John to do me a favour ... to pick me up and drive me over to the dry cleaner nearby so I could give them my winter coat for a replacement lining to be installed. He arrived shortly after 1 and I was already on the back deck, leaning against the railing. We did the dry cleaner. He also checked another lit magnifier, said there was no corrosion from the batteries, but that the switch itself was a teensy bit loose. When we were back at my place, he looked at me and asked "what else was there". Silly man. I told him it'd be quick and it was ... just slightly over one hour.

Now he had the entire afternoon to work on tidying his place. I don't feel so excluded now that I know he hasn't had anybody over to his place ever since he moved in. That has to change. But, first - or second - after the cleaning up, he needs to move the fixture for the chandelier he bought so it's over his dining table. Tick-tock, tick-tock, c-J. People want to visit you.

I also had a chance to relax when we got back so I went back to reading. The cats have been behaving strangely in their eating habits. Diva didn't even touch brekkie. And she's been sleeping against my calves. I guess it's warmer there than on top of my head.

Watched tonight's edition of SNL Weekend Update. Oh, look. Alec Baldwin is back for a cameo. Considering the controversy the idiot in the White House is stirring up, it's no wonder Alec is earning some spare change. I also posted on Brian's FB timeline because he's way north of here at camp and the temps are going to be very low tonight. I hope he's keeping warm ... and having lots of fun, too. Okay, back to reading.
First of all, I set the alarm for 9:00, in order to be the "early worm". It worked, as I managed to get through on the phone and get something done. SuM and S finally left, so I was queen of the realm again. I was still waiting for a call back from the custom sewing place and getting very frustrated as I wanted to get in the shower and then do laundry. But, with that hanging over my head.... Sigh.

Another sigh as I think the cats are stressed out over the addition of another cat into the household, though she's sequestered. Even always-hungry Ce-Ce is leaving food in her dish!!!

I finally gave up with waiting and headed for the shower. What a relief. Then I used Yelp to send a message to the custom sewing place, saying I'd left a phone message yesterday at 1:00 p.m. and what gives. Well, I got a reply VERY promptly, lol. As I'm already not thrilled with their response time and the procedure for custom sewing, I also have to procure the fabric myself. Screw that! So, I am making a monumental (for me) decision. I'm going to buy clothing online for the first time in my life. I'll just take very precise measurements. I'm going to buy at least two coats; I also need leggings and am looking at dresses I can shorten and wear as tops. I feel such a great sense of relief that I have - just in this area - solved one of my biggest obstacles. Whew.

Earlier in the day, I continued reading my graveyard girl book. It finally provided me with some emotional satisfaction. Though the author is driving me crazy, she definitely does express the whole teen angst big accurately.

In the evening, there was a two-hour double epi of MasterChef. Then I watched a segment from Good Morning America where they'd had the cast of "Come From Away" to sing the screechin' in ceremony.

While I was playing with my hair (trying to devise a less-frumpy style), I was looking for my brush that I haven't used in months. And I found my special crystal neck wraps to cool my body down. Yeah, right. Just as we're moving into fall weather. At least church-John should be relieved I found them. Anyway, I'm just pleased I can go to bed tonight without having anything hanging over my head.
Oh, what a perfect day on which to celebrate Brent's 40th Anniversary. The service was exquisite, full of many touching moments (caught on camera thankfully). The music was powerful. The service ended with a flash mob led by our Broadway Diva. I laughed. I cried. I didn't want it to end. But it had to end, because then there was a party in the Social Hall with hot dogs, chips, klondike bars and freezie pops. The entertainment was a mixed bag, ranging from singing by our refugee group, a Star Trek parody including both TOS and Next Gen characters, a modern dance that included a young boy and two adults. Mind you, I missed a lot being blind. Sigh. At least I had my seeing eye person (thanks, church-John) to describe things for me. Both c-J and our mutual friend had worked on my walker and fixed the basket. They're so ... handy!

After the food and entertainment, c-J drove me home where he came in and replaced almost all of my batteries. So, why weren't my fake pillar candles working? The batteries were corroded and had leaked. Yuck. He got all of them working, also put a battery in the portable misting fan he'd given me, also got the automatic can opener to work (hallelujah!). The only thing he wasn't able to fix was my lit (ha, so not) magnifier. But I don't want to shell out another 30 bucks. Sigh.

After he left, I got busy writing my review of the service. After posting it, I received a stunning compliment from the church (I wish I knew who the spokesperson is). And, now that the anniversary has been and gone, I can reveal the secret I've been keeping. There was a special committee at the church who invited me to write some touching, personal memories of Brent and me for inclusion in a special book. I wrote some outrageous ones, 502 words' worth (my limit had been 500). I don't know if any of the memories will be made public, but I'm so happy that Brent'll never forget me. Hey, how could he!!!

I'm looking forward to making some appointments this week. C-J agreed to drive me to the dry cleaners on Thursday so I can get them started on replacing my winter coat lining. And then we're going to drive downtown to a crepe restaurant. Yay for more social time for blondie.
First the sleep. Was irritated to have woken up shortly after 7. Not impressed. I read for a tiny bit, then managed to slip back to slumber and didn't wake up until 10. Much better. Continued slogging through the Trek novel until I was felled with lethargy at 4:10, when I set the alarm for 5:50 and dropped off again. I have no idea why my body is acting this way.

In the evening, I managed to watch the news and my game shows, then returned to reading. Getting close to the end which is a relief as the book will expire in just a few hours.

Had a bit of fun with Brian who baited me (ME?) with a FB post about making cultured butter (oh, he's baiting me all right) that he seasoned with a salt from the most imperial salt chest (a gift from me, natch) with no name, just the number 3. That's because there had been a master list of all the salts. Which Brian lost. So I (moi!) found the list on my computer (yay for blind detecting), chastised him mildly on his post, then resent a copy to him. Aren't I the best chosen big sis? Anyway, I suggested he invite me over in September and he agreed. He'll even put on a tea spread. I like that idea very much.

I also received a response form from my blind group asking for info for our upcoming trip. I sent the form to church-John, asking him to fill out his own. I really can't wait for that trip. Too bad it's like 8 weeks away. Wah. Oh, well, I'm sure I'll find something to do to distract me. ::begs the universe for a nice distraction::
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( Aug. 11th, 2017 11:48 pm)
Or, more accurately, boredom and irritation. Because the resting is involuntary as I feel throbbing in my feet and hands. And the reading is unsatisfactory (to put it mildly) as I'm at the beginning of the third book of the ST trilogy. I know it'll eventually develop tension and weird alien problems, but right now it's just meh.

Sent out a few emails: to the church regarding Brent's retirement tribute (or parking, to be precise), another to the church to get the name of the new sound booth leader, a couple to church-John, and a couple to the leader of my blind group. Whoa, I was really on a communicating roll. I even got replies from c-J and the leader.

I surprised myself once again by getting Final Jeopardy! right which is totally ridiculous as the answer (Mayflower Compact) just appeared-in my brain. OMG. That reminds me of lying in my first lover's bed, doing my counterpoint homework as he was doing physics. He pointed to one problem. I looked at it and said the answer is the "square root of 3". He began shaking me, wanting to know how I came up with that answer (which, according to the back of the book, was correct). Hey, don't look at me. I just knew it was right. Too bad I couldn't count on that instinct more often. ::sighs::

Also watched two separate reruns of Big Bang Theory that made me laugh more often than groan. I guess that's a win, right? Now I guess I'll try to advance in the book and hope something happens soon. ::sighs again:: Or I can just lie in bed and listen to the thunder outside.
Until I had a personal confrontation with ... strawberry jam???

Well, it all started so easily. My minivan showed up at 10:05 and then I was taken on a convoluted route while the driver picked up and dropped off others. But I eventually arrived at the restaurant in High Park which, for the benefit of strangers, I like to boast - cuz trufax - is larger than Monaco, around 11:15. There were already a couple people whom I knew, so we sat together until the gaggle of people arrived. I ended up sitting with the woman I'd sat next to at both pub nights. She's in a wheelchair with an extension for her legs, so usually sits at the end of the table. Anyway, I liked the fact that we already knew each other.

So ... strawberry jam??? I ordered a Mediterranean omelette which came with tiny home fries as well as two slices of toast and - yes - packets of the jam. I wasn't aware I'd dribbled or otherwise smeared some beyond the rim of my plate closest to the edge of the table. You can fill in the sticky blanks. I ended up with jam on the front of my jumper and my capelet. Some might have even penetrated through the thin material of my jumper and onto my trousers. Yuck. Yuck. Yuck. I tried to clean some of it, but knew that only a shower and laundry would really work. Anyway, I sat outside with my two friends until my ride came, luckily at 2:10 as scheduled.

When I got in, I had a lovely Euphoria experience and got my laundry done. What a relief. I'd already conveyed to SuM and gf that I'd bring over the bottle of Hypnotiq and Bourbon Maple Walnut tarts while we watched SNL Weekend Update. SuM loved-loved-loved the Hypnotiq. We all had two glasses of it on the rocks. So what was the occasion? Well, I thought we should celebrate the fact that SuM's gf had just officially moved in this week. To my surprise, I found out that her cat is too scared to come down so has been hiding in the bedroom. So I may have to wait a while before I get to meet her.

Right now, I need to take my painkillers ('cuz my knees are protesting long minivan rides) and perhaps read for a little while. I'm glad I don't have to go anywhere until Sunday. Yay for time to recuperate.
Sigh. The day had started out so well, with me getting a terrific night's sleep and waking up at 8. Had a leisurely brekkie and got ready for church-John to pick me up at 11. By a trial-and-error driving method, we actually found our way to the place where I was going to get my walker brakes tightened. Oh, yeah, that DID happen but the guy offered to tighten my basket hooks ... and broke one of them off. To add insult to injury, I was charged $50 for the brake work (their rate is $100/hour). And, then they offered to order me another IDENTICAL basket (because walkers are special snowflakes with each basket fitting only a single walker style). Well, I wasn't going to put up with that, so c-J just grabbed the broken basket and hook before we left.

At least we managed to stop in at our fave seafood place for a lovely lunch. I had calamari and the shrimp'n'chips special while c-J had scallops'n'chips and a salad. After that, we stopped at Canadian Tire so he could go in and buy a couple of different styles of hooks. He's going to try to give me a better and more secure hook. ::crosses fingers::

When I got in, I poured myself into the shower and then into bed. I read a wee bit of my Trek book and then "Hidden Figures". It was fascinating to read how desperate the higher-ups at Langley were to recruit female graduates during the war years. Anyway, as my Trek books will expire in a few days, I'd better finish the third one first before getting too deeply into the space program.

When SuM got in, she surprised me with a prezzie. It was a lovely scented bar of soap from a frou-frou shop ('d never heard of. So now I have to find myself a soap dish and actually use it. I also have an old prezzie soap in a decorative carton with "Queen" on it. Should use that first, eh?

Watched my usual news and game shows. Ha! I got Final Jeopardy! right: vortex and vertex. Then I watched tonight's MasterChef. And I was delighted that the music on Peg + Cat was Mozart ("Msrriage of Figaro"). They can repeat that epi as often as they want. And, speaking of music, when c-J and I were driving, we heard the famoue duet from Bizet's "The Pearl Fishers". By an odd coincidence, I saw a FB post about that opera being shown as an encore presentation at the movie theatre starting tomorrow. So I'm thinking of going ... whenever. Too tired to check it out tonight.
Oh, I can hear you scoff. It's summer, blondie. Ha! I reject your blanket assertion, especially when I can go from sweltering to freezing all in one night. So, I continued the unprecedented use of my "Christmas" linens. Normally, my red flannel sheets would have been retired at the latest by March 31. Not so this year. I take them off, wash and dry, and replace on the bed. It's so BORING. So, this morning, I changed things up. I removed all the red pillowcases, revealing the cases underneath: grey floral brocade, black, and ... I need two cases, stat. I thought I was accessing the right storage box, as I was looking for cream and apricot floral chintz. Nah, sorry blondie. You're getting your silly fishies. So, that's what's sharing the bed with all that red. Sigh.

At least I managed to get the laundry done (after Grumpy woke me up early with his yowling) way before my expected grocery delivery time. Putting items away was really tiring, but then I'd already been working hard. I even figured out a hack for my office chair (because I'm ever so inventive, lol). I was in the shower when SuM got back. Oh, good. She can deal with lassoing Grumpy (as I'd let him go out). I then rewarded myself with a salmon sushi platter and a glass of rosé - even though it was still only early afternoon.

Then I finally got a chance to relax. I continued reading my Trek book and I returned a call from an old friend. I also ended up dozing off during the news AND repeats of my game shows. Silly blondie! You must be frolicking with the fishies. Anyway, I think I'm going to read a titch more. And then hit the hay, all snuggly and cozy as we're expecting early September temps overnight. Weird weather. Weird summer.
... and didn't wake up until 7:30. I'm attributing this biological anomaly to the fabulous ginger beer (topped off by the non-alc version before I'd gone to bed last night. Also, no dreams which is a HUGE relief.

Had a quiet day surrounded by cats. Sounds good to me. In the early evening, I placed by grocery order. As they're out of Perrier, I decided this would be a good time to have a water testing (just like a wine tasting, though how do I cleanse the palate between?). I'll ask my computer ... tomorrow (as my face is sliding off ... my face). Why am I so out of it? Well, I was on the phone for more than an hour on the phone with the meals admin ...who is asking for my editing skills. Sure, no prob. I just finished a short time ago.

Anyway, I feel my brain blurring and words drying up, so I'm off to bed with just a wee titch of reading, as the Trek book is compelling.
34. West, Lindy
shrill


Lindy is that female voice that refused to conform to societal standards: less than, a quiet girl, a good girl, and – above all – thin. After leaving The Stranger, she's written for a number of publications. I'm going to reread before I have to return it.

35-37. Jennings, Maureen
Murdoch Mysteries: Poor Tom's Cold
Murdoch Mysteries: Let Loose The Dogs
Murdoch Mysteries: Night's Child


Maureen was born in England in 1939 and emigrated to Canada. I didn't know what to expect when I borrowed these three books. I'm not sure if there are more available, but I certainly don't care to check. Why not? Well, the tone of the books is heavy and the murders are gruesome. In the TV series, there is still a lot of darkness and emphasis on societal inequality, but nothing to the extent of what's in these books. Here, Murdoch resents that he'll never be named as detective because of his Roman Catholicism. And Brackenreid is really portrayed as a pompous buffoon. So the primary attraction for reading these books for me was all the little details of the Toronto of yesteryear.

38. Mack, Paul
Star Trek: The Persistence of Memory


My BFF recommended this book to me. Imagine my frustration to get to the end, only to find out that it was the MIDDLE book of a trilogy. So, yes, I've borrowed the bookends, but haven't begun reading them yet.

This book is set in the Next Gen universe featuring Worf as Picard's promoted No. 1 a few years down the road after Riker has FINALLY assumed command of his own ship. There's a new enemy that seems to have many advantages that totally baffle Starfleet. How did someone access the special facility that houses Noonien Soong AI models and steal them? Where did the perp or perps beam them to? After the planet is locked down, is there an invisible vessel that's been able to take off without leaving any trace? Just one problem after another. First, the Enterprise has to find out HOW the theft was committed and HOW to find where they are now. Even after they're located, the Enterprise has to overcome all sorts of seemingly impenetrable defences. But the good guys prevail, though not without gut-wrenching loss.

::~::~::
The list is a lot shorter. I blame the heat and wonky eyesight days. Also, I decided to reread No.33: "Rogue One" which was long. Let's see how August goes.
It's a darn sight better than the limbo I was in from 3:19 to 7:26 this morning, not really asleep. It was most disagreeable. But I was thrilled to finally get my act together and remove all the cleaning supplies from under the vanity in order to organize them properly. I already had them catalogued but - because of the blindness - needed to specify location. So I proceeded to do that, running back to the computer every so often to note the location. Imagine my embarrassment to find that I'd had a few dyslexic moments, noting L2 when the location was actually R2. But everything is all fixed.

In the early afternoon I watched last night's MasterChef. Huh. I'd never heard of hanger steak. It still sounds weird, hearing about how finicky it is to cook properly. I tried reading for a bit (still on "Rogue One"), then drifted off for a wee bit. In the evening, it was the usual combo of news and game shows. I was sad to see the current $100K+ Jeopardy! champ be defeated, but then I also got Final Jeopardy wrong.

So, what's the special invitation? I just checked my "real name" e-mail account. There was something fabulous from the church. Yes, another super sekrit project. So I'm going to work on it starting tomorrow. Right now I'm yawning widely. Time for pills and bed.
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!
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