So, what's the what? Well, SuM, S and I just had a House Dinner & Movie Night. First, for dinner we had grilled Teriyaki chicken, green beans, roasted 'taters, sliced zucchini. Then we had my bourbon pecan tarts and Hypnotiq for dessert as we watched "Freeheld", based on a true story from last decade of a dying NJ cop who wanted to transfer her pension to her partner (with whom she had a Domestic Partnership). Naturally, the council (a bunch of dicks!) were very sad she was dying, but wouldn't transfer the pension (because they thought gay people were icky, dontchaknow), which would have meant the partner couldn't afford to keep their house (and its memories). Only the cop's work partner supported her; but, at the end, a whole bunch of cops showed up at the town council meeting where they reversed the decision. So, yeah, lots of being all choked up and crying. There's also a documentary, so we'll try to watch that in the next couple of days.

Now, why no pain? Because church-John came a-calling (texting me while I was in the shower ... and he was already parked outside without my knowledge!). After I got dressed, we took my new coat to the cleaners to get my sleeves shortened. When I got back home, I took two pain pills, swallowed down by Coke. Oh, feeling much better.

Anyway, much better than this morning, when I'd woken up at 4:11 a.m. (from the pain lancing through my fingers). So I decided to read and actually finished the book which ended up being horror/crime/mystery/child abuse/sociopathic siblings. Uh ... yeah. So not pleasant, even if it was gripping. After I finished, I returned to reading the engrossing God book by Sawyer. Much saner. I think I'll read a bit more before bed. Then keep my fingers crossed for better sleep, too.
Well, I first opened my eyes at 4:43. Bad body. Bad mind. I tried my hardest to fall back asleep, but failed, finally getting out of bed at 5:26. So, I had all this time ahead of me. I read, I sent e-mails to all and sundry, I eventually (like hours later) had brekkie. And watched as the hours crawled by. Did a load of laundry at noon, so I had nothing hanging over my head for the afternoon. Even after having marble cake and a Coke for lunch, I still felt like dozing off. That's how drained I am.

It's Homecoming Weekend at church ... and I am not there. Sigh. Well, I have to accept that I just can't be everywhere for logistical reasons. Tonight there was a cabaret-style show. I'm sure church-John will tell me everything about it tomorrow morning.

Watched my evening shows, then read some more. Tried on my new leggings (for tomorrow) and absolutely love them. Threw out a pair of ancient holey (like 3 decades? old) ones. ::shudders:: My outfit is prepared, my jewellery chosen. All I have to do tomorrow is fill my water bottle. But, oh, it's been a looooong day. Looking forward to the "S" word tonight.
... 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!
Even the weather cooperated! Nothing but sunshine all day long. Mind you, it was exceedingly dismal inside the church, so my visual acuity suffered significantly. Sigh. OTOH, the repair café was back in business after a month off, so I got my mesh laundry bag stitched back to full integrity! Though it had been cool, I compromised, wearing my long-sleeved stained-glass tunic, but still revealing my painted toenails. Vanity, dontcha know?

The service was simply amazing. So much brilliance from all corners of the congregation. I got choked up a couple of times in the service (which can be worrying as it feels as if my lungs stop working). But I survived and managed to get home after a sunny ride. It was so sunny that I decided to sit outside on the back deck to let the healing heat soak into my old bones. S and shifting cats were out there as well. I talked a little about how untenable the situation had been. She confirmed that - for the next few months - there is no intention to take anything longer than day or overnight trips. ::releases huge gulp of relief:: And guess who was head-butting my legs? Yes, it was Miss-Don't-Touch-Me, herself. Oy.

I finally came in and wrote my review, though not before listening to Jesus' Hymn (The Lord's Prayer) and the heart=grabbing signature song from our Pan-Am Games. Wow, I hadn't expected that!

Unfortunately, my TV watching was curtailed as my usual news station was showing - ugh - American football. ::shudders:: So I just switched to cartoons which I then ignored as I returned to reading my Sawyer book. I finally finished it. Even if I ignored many of the scientific terms I didn't understand, I still fou8nd it fascinating on so many levels. I may try to reread it before my loan expires.

Now, hours later, I think I'd better have something to eat. Perhaps some chunky guacamole and tortilla chips? Sounds (and should taste) yummy!
It was just all too much to deal with. At least the cats probably ensured I had a fascinating dream during which I should awake. I was a guest at some sort of native ceremony of acknowledgment (like coming of age or achievement). The young man was already wearing several mantles or cloaks and was about to receive a really magnificent one (I think it was white eagle feathers). And, then, a black cat jumped across my view and I woke up. In fact, it had been mischief Diva who'd leaped from her position by my head that had startled me. But I guess I was thinking of my dearly departed Niki (who'd been black). Anyway, it was still a relief to get good sleep.

I finally sent a text to S. about the EpicFail. She didn't suggest that I try to climb Mount Olympus, so we just left everything in a holding pattern. In any case, her cat hadn't let out a peep, so I was hopeful that she wasn't in any distress.

Two of the cats and I snoozed once again for a little while in the early afternoon. Then, I finally tried to take control of my recycling and - with the exception of two soup containers - have washed everything. Yay! So what soup did I have? I heated up cream of chicken to which I added two chopped up avocados (as they were expiring quickly). Very tasty and filling.

There was FINALLY some more stress relief in the evening (though I still call MostlyEpicFail). At 7:29, I received a text from SuM's son. Where was he? Standing at the front door, because he didn't have the key with him. Just to make sure I heard him, he rang the doorbell. Please excuse me while I bang my head against the wall. That's NOT how texting is supposed to work. Anyway, he did what he was supposed to (except, once again, he left the food container up in the bedroom). Sigh. Luckily, I can access the huge sack of food on the front porch. I did text S that the cats were okay. I'm glad they're returning early tomorrow afternoon (as long as the car holds up!).

I've been checking FB obsessively all day long to check on the status of my friend returning from (I got it right this time) Dominica. He finally flew out of Barbuda and got home a couple of hours ago. At least he amused himself by posting about all the guavas he was eating and included some piccies of yummy food. Still, I'm glad he got home safely (though his nerves must definitely be frazzled).

In between all of the worrying, I managed to keep reading the fascinating Sawyer book, watching my regular evening shows as well as a repeat of MacGyver ... and commenting on Savage Love. It's been a while since I've done that - but a couple of people quoted me! Now I think I need to restart poor Liblikas because I can't get any sound when I'm playing videos. Oy.
Helllllllllp. So, I slept ... okay and woke up at 5:45. Had a hearty brekkie. Got dressed and out the door. But, after I arrived at church, bits and pieces of my consciousness began to ... shut down. I missed whole swaths of the service (and I was on duty TODAY!!!) which I only retrieved by watching the service once I got home (or most of it, as the beginning was missing). Church-John had an extra coffee which he gave me. For all the good it did (it didn't), perhaps I should have tossed it in my face???!!!

It rained last night (so the grass was wet), but there was no precip during the service and my bus got me home just before another downpour. Whew. It took me ages to write my review (due to the zombieness ... zombiehood???) and then I was able to relax. Finally had lunch (cold pierogi from last night). Dozed off during the news so who knows what I missed. Returned to my computer, trying to stay current. Was thrilled to read that our new pastor-elect (and my FB buddy) loves the architecture of Gaudi. Wow - I envy him for having visited Barcelona. Long siiiiiiigh. Made some fresh corn on the cob for dinner. Ate it naked (no butter or salt) because I couldn't be bothered.

Right now, I'm feeling pretty mellow, what with listening to lake bird sounds on the TV. I just couldn't handle the sound of cartoons, for once.

Have NO idea of what I'll do tomorrow. I guess I should torment c-J with thoughts of trying to get to the French resto for lunch this week. It just feels weird to look at my Agenda and see NOTHING scheduled for the week. That is simply ... unacceptable. ::asks the universe for a sign::
If you had, you'd see me sacked out from one moment to the next, from one revolution to the next. I have no idea why. Woke up, read my phone, had brekkie, took my pills and went back to bed. Next thing I know, it's hours later. Okay, I'll get up and have a 'nana. Take my eyedrops. Return to bed, not intending to sleep, just relaxing. Yeah, sure. Woke up surprised.

We had a house dinner tonight, with me providing the frozen mushroom pierogi, while S went out and bought sour cream and possibly the incredibly tasty bagged salad (containing kale, cranberries, and pine nuts). It tasted amazing. I washed mine down with Iced Tea.

For a little while before dinner, I was kept company by Grumpy and Diva on the couch. They were both being very loving to me and each other. Then Diva jumped up on the dining table after dinner, still keeping mostly me company. That is one perceptive cat. She just knew I needed to be stroking her fur a lot.

We talked about the routine for SuM's and S's next vacay beginning on Tuesday. They're going to do the Thousand Islands tour that stops at the Castle on the U.S. side. Cool. When they get back, they're going to drive me to the boutique where they bought me the soap. As it's tight quarters, I'll send them down aisles to fetch what I'm looking for. Hey, it sounds reasonable to moi.

When I returned to my space, I watched my game shows and the news I'd recorded. Now I guess I'd better get ready for bed. TTFN. And a gentle goodbye to Princess Lalat.
Not exactly the intended result. But, despite all the sitting, I emerge pretty. The hair's a slightly lighter colour and the nails are a titch more discreet (medium pink with gold sparkles on toes; high gloss nude-beige on hands). The other frustrating thing beyond the pain is that I decided to value my manicure more than my need to go shopping for a soap dish and detergent dispenser (I also need a half-sized ice cube tray). I was also running out of time, so sought a sunny corner where to sit outside before making my way slowly to the pickup point. Naturally, the supermarket was torturing me with huge pots of luxuriant fresh herbs outside. Sigh.

When I got in, I vegged immediately. Was disappointed there didn't appear to have been an SNL Weekend Update last night. ::pouts:: And I dozed off during the 6:00 p.m. news. Was too tired to fight dehusking fresh corn cobs, so I think I'll leave that for tomorrow. I had Mortadella on Italian bread. Fast and easy.

Anyway, I think I have to hit the bed as my sight is especially pathetic tonight. My eyes are so tired. Nighty-night, all. Oh ... the pain? Well, the massage chair was extremely uncomfortable and nobody could duplicate the excellent routine from last time on the remote. Sigh.
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But, first, the rest of my day. Woke up before my alarm and got out of bed. After brekkie, I dawdled with getting ready. Finally started putting makeup on. Church-John said he'd let me know what time we're getting together. So I went back to bed and just lay there, contemplating the ceiling. I finally got out of bed after a couple of hours and started getting dressed. C-J e-mailed me, saying he'd be over at 5. Huh? What happened to the concept of "lunch"? Wellllll, as I found out later, Brent told him he'd call him ('cuz he was helping Brent and John after John's hip replacement), but Brent never did. Naughty brother Brent. So, apart from a couple of Gummi worms, I'd had nothing since brekkie to eat.

As it was cool out, I thought I'd better wear my warm leggings along with my tunic and capelet, as well as my (eek! bad hair week) beret. I really, really, really wished I could find my red satin scarf, but it seemed to have gone out-of-phase. It was only a couple of minutes before I was leaving that I glanced over onto the top of my printer (next to my desk) and - lo and behold, catching a flash of red - there was my scarf, hiding behind the box of tissues. To think it had been there all this time since I'd worn it last. Definitely sigh. But I was so excited, I forgot to pack my parking permit.

When c-J showed up, we took off for downtown. We were headed toward a French restaurant that one of our friends moans about. But the universe denied us. Apparently k.d.lang was performing nearby tonight and the place was reserved up-to-the-rafters. Sigh. So we headed across the street to a place I hadn't been to in a couple of decades. Yay, there was room for us. We ended up super-indulging ourselves with food and drinks, even a charming watermelon sorbet for dessert with little bits of chocolate imitating seeds!

When I got in, S. was watching a rerun of an old N.C.I.S. epi. Turns out she likes the show. And I found out that SuM had been the one who'd erased the show I'd recorded (because she thought she'd set it up to record). Just as well that I watched it this afternoon on the broadcaster's website. It was charming and funny, especially the bit where the town got a Cease-and-Desist letter from Gene Roddenberry. But, hey, Leonard Nimoy visited it; there's a bronze bust of him and his famous salute. I'm so glad I managed to watch it.

Right now, I've just watched my game shows and will watch the 6:00 p.m. news before bed. So, is that the only blind idiosyncrasy you had tonight, blondie? Uh-huh. I reached into my partially=opened fridge door for my bottle of water so I could swallow my pills. Instead, I pulled out the rosé and only noticed the colour after I'd poured it. So I added some sparkling water and washed my pills down. Oy. Just oy.
And there were lots of other treats included in my grocery delivery. Enough yum to last for days. After I got hot unloading all of the stuff, I ramped up the temperature by rewarding myself with a sushi platter and a couple glasses of rosé before jumping in the shower. I'd already decided to do laundry tonight as church-John won't be able to meet me as early as originally planned for tomorrow. So I thought I'd better guarantee clean clothes for Friday.

I found the place where SuM had bought me the sweet-smelling soap via the web. It turns out there's a new chic boutique just three minutes from me by car. So I'm going to phone them tomorrow to see if they have soap dishes. If they do, then c-J and I can go there first before the crepe place. I like that plan.

Continued reading the Christie in between all of my chores. I was disappointed that the TV did not record the special on Vulcan, Alberta last night. Right now, I'm trying to find when it'll be repeated. Sigh. However, there was another two hours of MasterChef on tonight. Now, back to Christie ... and eventually sleep.
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::
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( Aug. 25th, 2017 11:29 pm)
I was Grumpy Greta having to wake up at 7 this morning to book my rides for next week. And I didn't even get the exact time I needed for the first one. Boo. Hiss. I'll just have to hope the driver comes early and keep my fingers crossed. After that, I tried to get back to sleep, but wasn't successful. Okay, I'll get up and feed the cats.

After that, I went back to bed, not really intending to sleep but somehow I dozed off with a cat or two between my feet. It was very soothing and I really needed the sleep. It happened again in the afternoon. In between, I read my silly book, and caught up on social media via the desktop.

Enjoyed watching the repeat of the College Tournament on Jeopardy! tonight. And, natch, I got the Final clue right! I finally heated up the bag of organic tomato & cilantro soup I'd had in the freezer for a very long time. The cilantro was terrific. And I placed my grocery order for next week. Thrilled to see that sugar plums (I didn't know that was the formal name for yellow plums) are still available.

Uh-oh, gotta go. I hear Mr. Grumpy yowling in the dining room. Because of a domestic disruption tonight, he never got his dinner. I guess I'd better see if he wants to eat it now. Sigh. Talk about grumpy bookends of my day.
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.
It didn't happen at 7:37 when I first woke up (slightly better than the minutes past 7 as has been happening lately). Luckily, I did fall asleep again and woke up nearly three hours later in the middle of a convoluted BtVS dream, though I believe it was SMG rather than Buffy who was visiting me. What happened in the dream? Uh ... I forget. Silly me.

Had a leisurely day. Exchanged a couple of e-mails with church-John. Watched the usual TV in the evening along with tonight's MasterChef. OMG, I now want to have Oysters Poached in Champagne (normally served atop capellini with beurre blanc and caviar). So, what did Madame have for dinner tonight? A few slices of Emmenthal cheese and a glass of Rosé. Meh. I just wanted to have that glass of wine. Perhaps I'll be more adventuresome tomorrow.
Yes, you guessed it. That all happened at church this morning. Mind you, I had a whole lot of names I included in the Prayers of the People (like all of you currently residing south of the border). I think the music helped most of all (which is just as valid a conveyor of the message). I was also surprised (and thrilled) to be accosted by a flamboyant young man whom I hadn't seen in at least a year (though I thought it was longer). He's sort of lost himself, so I hope he'll start attending church more regularly (even though it's a very VERY long bicycle ride from home).

Church-John didn't have my walker basket because he'd underestimated the girth of the support bar. So he and our mutual friend B (who lives in the same building) are going to concoct something on their own from scrap metal. I think I shall be vewy VEWY afwaid. OTOH, I was pleased to learn that we'll be seated at tables at the fancy gala for Brent. How elegant.

I was thrilled that my cab was already waiting for me after church and I got home quickly. Off to write my church review before collapsing. Had strawberry cheese strudel for lunch. So nutritious NOT. Then I went to bed and continued reading my Trek book. Finally (like 16 chapters in), it's getting good. ::rolls eyes::

Looking forward to being lazy tomorrow and finishing the book before it disappears off my iPad. Gee, 21 days just zip right by.
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.
But I was especially thrilled to sleep in all the way to 9:26 (after going to bed minutes before midnight). In a house with a grumpy "Grumpy" cat, even. A blessing, indeed.

Was busy reading both my Trek eBook and SGA fanfic on the desktop. And I got another load of laundry done. Always makes me feel so virtuous and it even smells and feels good.

Tried yet a different water today, San Benedetto. Hmm. Still thinking about it, but it's quite possible that I may be a Perrier loyalist no matter what. Also gorged on fresh apricots as I noticed they were beginning to spoil (after only two days). Boo to impulsive fruit.

Was surprised to receive a "how are you" e-mail from one of the more sociable people in my old blind group. She had two more eye surgeries this year, so I guess I'll learn all about them at our meeting in September. Anyway, I'm headed back to bed and my Trek book. Library deadlines are a pain.
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( Aug. 6th, 2017 10:54 pm)
What wasn't there to love? Well, apart from the alarm going off at 5:45. But the weather was lovely. I added my gorgeous mango/azalea/black top and sparkling citrine chandelier earrings to my ensemble. I was picked up early and arrived at church before 9:10, so I sat outside and listened to the gorgeous music. One of my fave singers was our guest artist today. She's such a sweetheart, always coming over to give me a hug and kiss. We make a terrific mutual admiration society!

Brent's sermon was on heaven and hell through a progressive Christian lens, following the readings of which the first one was by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. His vivid words just sprang off the page. The service was so efficient I even had time to socialize after. Was also relieved that church-John had brought me $100 worth of supplements. Yay! I was also extra relieved that my cab (from the bad company) arrived ten minutes early, with the driver meeting me halfway down the ramp. Oh, good. Someone who knows how to read directions and special statements.

I got home exactly at 1 which was fabulous. Was surprised to see that SuM had already left. She left me a text. Gone but returning on Tuesday. So I had to corral Grumpy, the same old boy on whose tail I trod (totally by accident, I swear) when I'd been walking down the back deck steps in the blinding morning sunshine. He eventually appeared to forgive me, but I wasn't taking any chances, as I scooped him up and carried him inside. Whew. Cats are a real handful.

Writing today's review was easy, especially as I started with the music. After that I collapsed. After some gooey lemon danishes, I later had some soppressata sausage and a glass of rosé. I also opened a bottle of the store brand of sparkling water, trying to compare it to Perrier. I thought it was fizzier, but tasted more salty. I'm also so nervous handling glass bottles. Eek.

C-J sent me an e-mail in the evening confirming he's all mine (bwahaha) on Wednesday for getting my walker fixed. Wonderful. Naturally, I'm sure we'll do lunch somewhere, too. Looking forward to a good week ahead.
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.
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