Well, the pain is self-explanatory. My stupid right leg. And yet, and yet, there were times during the funeral service for Sam's mom that I felt euphoric. Wow, endorphins do work. However, they didn't last long and I was lucky to just be in a state of equilibrium (which, in my case, means not screaming aloud with pain). Even Sam's partner was surprised to acknowledge that I was "smiling" even though I was in so much pain. Well, the extra pain killers helped a little bit.

What had also helped me set the mood was treating my poor lobster hands to a paraffin bath. Wow, they actually feel soft for a change.

So, the funeral was small, gentle, lovely, with a subversive undertone for which our church is famous. There was nostalgic music (I'm thinking these were the mom's fave pieces, mostly from the swing/big band era), and an outrageous children's poem that Sam read (performed!) from the pulpit. Lots of gorgeous music from the evening service choir. The service began late and went past the presumed ending time. So, it wasn't rushed. We were all invited to take the pots of cana(so?) lillies home to plant in our gardens. Church-John picked up two but gave them both to me.

There was delicious food at the reception (prepared by Sam's partner). I was ravenous and felt the need to soak up the painkillers. Then c-J drove me home, taking the lake drive again, bypassing silly city traffic. I got home close to 4. Oops. Cats milling around, wanting their lunch. After feeding them, I closed my door so I could have some uninterrupted time. And rest my leg. In the evening, I just watched the news and my game show repeats. Still got the Final Jeopardy! clue wrong. Seattle Needle? Galaxy Gold? Mmm ... what-evah.

Okay, preparing for cat shenanigans (but hoping they don't happen), I'd better get to bed and will read a bit from of "I am Pi". Discussed the book with c-J on our drive home. He says I may not be enlightened even after I've finished the book. Oh, Lord! Finally, I was surprised to get a FB friend request ... from SuM! Hee - she'll read my church posts and I guess I'll read her sporty posts. Symmetry of a sort.
Why so long, blondie? It's a holy day. Well .. uh ... I might have woken up at 5:04 and stayed up. Naturally, the first thing I reached for was my iPad so I could continue reading. Then I finally opened the bag of free artisanal Italian bread and had it - plain - with some Mortadella. It was yummy. I didn't have my regulation fish dish for several hours later. After that, my body was warm enough to face getting in the shower. To pamper myself, I finally opened one of my Euphoria shower gel bottles. Uh ... blondie, you've had them for two weeks already. Why the delay? Oh, it's such a long distance from the couch to the bathroom. Yeah, lol.

After I was all squeaky clean (with such soft, soft skin), I tackled the laundry. And then I fell apart, meaning I fell into a doze and regained a couple hours of sleep. What a relief. In the evening, I could only watch the news, but had to set the TV to record everything else. Why? Because our Good Friday service was beginning at 7:00 and I was, naturally, writing a report on it. I was so moved by the music (and, yeah, Brent's message too). I only needed an hour to post my review, mostly because I didn't go into my usual persnickety detail.

After that, I could finally relax. Received a text from my sis RS about our "Family Day" reunion tomorrow, but will reply tomorrow morning. As SuM is working the entire weekend (including today), I suggested we have dinner together, possibly Tuesday evening, and said I wanted to have food (I believe they have lamb) from the takeout place around the corner. It's a plan.

Just watched tonight's very bloody MacGyver. It's no wonder as the baddie is a sociopath of the highest degree. ::growls at the TV screen:: I'm so wiped out, I'll leave the rest of the shows until tomorrow. Just enjoying a late supper (more of that yummy bread with paté), and dawdling on the computer. Off to bed ... soon.

And, yes, my three pots of tulips are blooming, just in time for Easter Sunday!
Okay, okay, I'm cheating. The crickets and other tropical night sounds as well as the water effects are emanating from my TV set. But the hyacinthes are real. Before I even was aware of it, they'd both bloomed quickly. I'm still waiting for one tulip head to emerge from its leafy shelter. Just a few hours ago, I'd scarfed down a rack of ribs that had been slow-cooking for nearly 9 hours. The bad thing about slow-cooking is being tempted by the ever-present aroma if you're home at the time. I know, what a problem. NOT.

I could have been most aggravated when I opened my eyes at 5:09. Nooooooo. Somehow (magic?), I closed my eyes and didn't open them again until 8:10. Oh, normalcy, how I love you.

The aggravation did come in the evening, though, when my cellphone seemed to be possessed as I was trying to charge it. I kept getting the impatiently repeating notification sound along with alternating warnings: to turn the battery saver on ... or off. Uh, phone, which one is it? Frantic, I e-mailed my ever-helpful lifeline (aka Brian) who suggested I uninstall whatever apps I'd recently installed. Sniff. There went my Solitaire that I liked to play in bed and a locator of my bank machines. At that point, the battery had drained completely and my phone is recharging. Big sigh of relief at the ::coughs:: exorcism. So I'll live with a sleeping phone until tomorrow morning.

Only half-watched tonight's Big Bang Theory as I was rather occupied with the ribs. But, hey, you've watched one epi of the show, you've watched them all.
Sigh. Okay, this is an easy one. I'd give prizes, but I couldn't afford it. Who can tell me what time I woke up this morning? Yup. Exactly. Sigh, again.

OTOH, it meant I had a chance to really scrub my hair before my estimated grocery delivery time. In fact, I was still wrapped up in towels when my driver called me. Eek. Just managed to throw my lounging outfit on and unlock the door. Was surprised it was a woman. I used to have women drivers occasionally when I lived in an apartment building but it's a lot harder to deal with a house. But she was young ... and strong. Sigh, again. I remember when I used to be strong.

Anyway, when she left, I bumped into the new cat who'd come to investigate my space, following Diva. But, when she saw me, she skedaddled away. I was really happy with my delivery because it included a six-pack of local, organic beer and two pots of tulips (white and pink). As well as yummy foodies. I'm laughing at having joined modern times, because I sent SuM an invitation to a birthday dinner as a text message! Hey, there's a first time for everything. She replied with "K". ::giggles:: When I was retrieving food from her freezer, the new cat (who has a French name, a term of endearment) was curious and came down the stairs from SuM's bedroom. I let her sniff my hand and then I petted her. She's like a tuxedo cat and her coat was so soft. Unfortunately, I think Diva feels slighted. When she fell asleep on my bed, her body was facing away from me, turned toward the wall. Uh-oh. But, as SuM is going away (next weekend?), I'll have all three cats to play with. Looking forward to it.

Didn't help my sleepless condition by having a glass of Blush along with the prepared sushi I'd ordered. And then came the miniature zombie zonk-outs, even though I was trying to watch TV. Some for a couple of minutes, with the longest one being an hour. Silly me. Anyway, I think I'll have some yummy blackberries and then think about going to bed for realz. Nighty-night and meouw, all.
Hmmm. Were those delusions of gardening? Considering the fact that I woke up before 6 (WHY, body, WHY? It's not Sunday, but my hands were freezing), I needed to have something positive for a focus. The first thing that helped was choosing to transfer one particular series of my Giles-fics onto AO3. Because I'm not keen on using the import function, I C&P and made a few wee corrections (having remembered too late when I'd first posted in 2006 that "elevator" is "lift" in Britspeak. So I changed it. But I refused to switch to stripping "off" or washing "up". Because I am stubborn.

The other positive thing was having a wee discussion with SuM about when she's thinking of starting her gardening. Well, obviously, not this month. And not until she actually has a two-day weekend. I mentioned wanting to have rosemary (my tall, sturdy sentries), basil and chives (at least) and she said she grew tomatoes and cucumbers. Hmmm. I think we have a natural salad right there. Something to anticipate.

By the time the evening came by, I was feeling wiped. Watched my game shows and struggled to stay awake until 10 for Castle. It's a good thing I've recorded it because my brain wasn't tracking. Though, at least I don't have to really worry about what I missed in the season opener when I dozed off then ... because apparently it wasn't a lot. Otherwise the audience wouldn't have been in the dark as well.

Okay, Monday's now obliterated and onward to Tuesday. And, perhaps, she ventures tentatively, a decent night's sleep?????
But first things first. Ooooh, snow. So dazzling white and LOTS of it. Also extremely reflective of much sunshine. But, even though I managed to get to church, there were many people missing. Church-John was one of them. So of course I texted him, inquiring of his whereabouts. No response. Hmmm. However, I did manage to have a private moment with my sis RS before the service during which I anointed her. We've also confirmed we're spending Family Day together. Yay! The music was wailin' again (oh, that sax!) and we had several soloists accompanied by the choir. Always a treat! And BD and I shared a big bus ride home. I still don't know how the bus managed to turn around in my driveway. Well, the driver did have to back up SEVERAL times into the snowbanks.

So, when I got in, I started playing around with my new Yelp account. I fleshed out my profile (only about 5% of my LJ one ::snickers::). And I complimented one reviewer who'd posted several stunning piccies of the flowers inside the Allen Gardens Conservatory. Hee! He thanked me and posted more piccies from other gardens/parks in TO. What an excellent thing to do in the middle of a snowy cold snap!

As for the stupid weather, I'm really hoping much of the snow will be washed away by rain, starting tonight. ::crosses fingers:: As it is, I'll have to have my prescription repeats delivered tomorrow. No way am I going out onto the treacherous sidewalks. I do have SOME sense of self-preservation. ::giggles:: Perhaps, pickled???
Well, before I get to that part, let's start with 424. What's that, you ask? Aha! You've fallen into the trap. That – my dearies – is when I WOKE UP!!!!! ::growls in frustration:: So ... what did I do? I pulled out the freshly-washed leggings that I hadn't mended and fixed the hole. I was so proud of myself to be able to thread a narrow-eyed needle. Well, I was using my best sight of the day. When I was done, I removed the plastic shield and found I'd missed one end and there was also a wee hole above. So I had to thread the needle again. But then I was done and could get on with my morning. Which was c-c-cold though there was the promise of a nice day.

I ended up watching Glee for the third time. I still am formulating my impressions. After that, I had to scurry to finish my makeup and hair. My ride schedule showed 9:25. I ended up walking to the corner, the sun warming my back, even though it was still only around 50. Eek – and I wasn't wearing a coat, merely my black cotton capelet. When I got to church, I decided to take one picture of the coleus plants by the side door, as the rain had produced a lush growth. And then I scurried in.

As always, I was thrilled to be on duty. And I think I can be a motivating influence on my chair-bearer's partner who has an unusual eye defect. He needs an operation but is unwilling to give up time to heal. ::sighs in exasperation with stubborn people who aren't moi:: Church-John had moved into town this week, so the jokes were going around that now he'd be late because he'd think he didn't need to leave so early. But he got there and then fetched my special sheepskin pad. Ah ... much better! Brent's sermon topic was on diversity and it was terrific. Again, perfect source material for my communion prayer. Unfortunately, I had to scurry out very quickly as my return ride was scheduled for 12:30. I ended up having a delightful tour of different parts of TO (to match the wonderful conversation with the driver) as he avoided several super-busy parts of the city, compounded by the closed Gardiner AND street festivals galore. He followed my route suggestion (I make a terrific traffic strategist) and I got home much faster than he expected. In a way, I was sorry the trip was over as I'd sat in the front seat for a change and had luxuriated in the sun's penetrating heat as it massaged my left knee.

When I got in, I was ready to capitulate to my huge aches, but couldn't. Why not? Well, I had to load the walker with an enormous garbage bag and take it out. Only then could I collapse. Once again I wasn't very hungry. I had cereal, milk and my last 'nana at 8, then a two-hour nap and am now crunching through carrots. Have I eaten enough to take pain killers? Oh, I certainly hope so! I shouldn't be staying up too late, as I'm off to the eye specialist tomorrow and haven't checked my pickup time. ::crosses fingers:: Nighty-night and ouch, all.
Well, before I get to that part, let's start with 424. What's that, you ask? Aha! You've fallen into the trap. That – my dearies – is when I WOKE UP!!!!! ::growls in frustration:: So ... what did I do? I pulled out the freshly-washed leggings that I hadn't mended and fixed the hole. I was so proud of myself to be able to thread a narrow-eyed needle. Well, I was using my best sight of the day. When I was done, I removed the plastic shield and found I'd missed one end and there was also a wee hole above. So I had to thread the needle again. But then I was done and could get on with my morning. Which was c-c-cold though there was the promise of a nice day.

I ended up watching Glee for the third time. I still am formulating my impressions. After that, I had to scurry to finish my makeup and hair. My ride schedule showed 9:25. I ended up walking to the corner, the sun warming my back, even though it was still only around 50. Eek – and I wasn't wearing a coat, merely my black cotton capelet. When I got to church, I decided to take one picture of the coleus plants by the side door, as the rain had produced a lush growth. And then I scurried in.

As always, I was thrilled to be on duty. And I think I can be a motivating influence on my chair-bearer's partner who has an unusual eye defect. He needs an operation but is unwilling to give up time to heal. ::sighs in exasperation with stubborn people who aren't moi:: Church-John had moved into town this week, so the jokes were going around that now he'd be late because he'd think he didn't need to leave so early. But he got there and then fetched my special sheepskin pad. Ah ... much better! Brent's sermon topic was on diversity and it was terrific. Again, perfect source material for my communion prayer. Unfortunately, I had to scurry out very quickly as my return ride was scheduled for 12:30. I ended up having a delightful tour of different parts of TO (to match the wonderful conversation with the driver) as he avoided several super-busy parts of the city, compounded by the closed Gardiner AND street festivals galore. He followed my route suggestion (I make a terrific traffic strategist) and I got home much faster than he expected. In a way, I was sorry the trip was over as I'd sat in the front seat for a change and had luxuriated in the sun's penetrating heat as it massaged my left knee.

When I got in, I was ready to capitulate to my huge aches, but couldn't. Why not? Well, I had to load the walker with an enormous garbage bag and take it out. Only then could I collapse. Once again I wasn't very hungry. I had cereal, milk and my last 'nana at 8, then a two-hour nap and am now crunching through carrots. Have I eaten enough to take pain killers? Oh, I certainly hope so! I shouldn't be staying up too late, as I'm off to the eye specialist tomorrow and haven't checked my pickup time. ::crosses fingers:: Nighty-night and ouch, all.
Just to break the suspense, yes, Chris Colfer is ONE of the beautiful things.

Anyway, back to yesterday. On the way home from church, my driver decided to take the Queensway. A good portion of it is the southern boundary of High Park (its land mass is larger than the principality of Monaco: trufax). I was astonished to see how many flowering trees there were, especially bright red ones (of a fuschia persuasion). I have no idea what they were, but I was simply entranced. [If I knew, you'd bee seeing an image --- RIGHT HERE.]

The very weird thing happened this morning. I woke up at 10:44. I'd been in the middle of a dream. I believe it was a hostage drama gone topsy-turvy. The kidnapper had been overpowered and was unconscious (from drugs, I believe). For some reason [please put on your incredulous caps], I was lugging his body around when suddenly he began to regain consciousness, his arms and legs slowly flailing about. So I laid him back onto the floor, conveniently next to the bodies of a couple of other unconscious victims. When he was fully conscious, he asked why he was down there (the cellar, I guess). I mentioned I was trying to revive him by moving his body. He boasted that, yes, all of his parts were functional ... including his 6 inches. [Uh ... can one roll one's eyes in a dream.]

Even though I'd been acting so nonchalant (hee!), I was quite scared, because in my eyes the other men were still unconscious. However, I was so relieved when one of the "unconscious" men (who looked very much like Patrick Stewart) reached out and put leg irons on the perp. I wanted to see everything again, as I'd missed some of the action, so I REWOUND MY BRAIN. The images were tinged in blue as they sped backwards. And then I woke up. Awwwwww. I wanted to know more about the dream. But, yay, I was calm, cool and collected. Yup, just call me Kate Beckett. Uh ... Rick? Where are you? ::giggles::

And, finally, we reach the luminous Chris Colfer. I swear, the makeup people on Glee do a splendid job. Yes, I rewatched last week's epi ... AGAIN. Chris has this way of looking so young and enraptured by the whole world: you know, wide-eyed and breathless.

So, that's my unusual Monday report.
Just to break the suspense, yes, Chris Colfer is ONE of the beautiful things.

Anyway, back to yesterday. On the way home from church, my driver decided to take the Queensway. A good portion of it is the southern boundary of High Park (its land mass is larger than the principality of Monaco: trufax). I was astonished to see how many flowering trees there were, especially bright red ones (of a fuschia persuasion). I have no idea what they were, but I was simply entranced. [If I knew, you'd bee seeing an image --- RIGHT HERE.]

The very weird thing happened this morning. I woke up at 10:44. I'd been in the middle of a dream. I believe it was a hostage drama gone topsy-turvy. The kidnapper had been overpowered and was unconscious (from drugs, I believe). For some reason [please put on your incredulous caps], I was lugging his body around when suddenly he began to regain consciousness, his arms and legs slowly flailing about. So I laid him back onto the floor, conveniently next to the bodies of a couple of other unconscious victims. When he was fully conscious, he asked why he was down there (the cellar, I guess). I mentioned I was trying to revive him by moving his body. He boasted that, yes, all of his parts were functional ... including his 6 inches. [Uh ... can one roll one's eyes in a dream.]

Even though I'd been acting so nonchalant (hee!), I was quite scared, because in my eyes the other men were still unconscious. However, I was so relieved when one of the "unconscious" men (who looked very much like Patrick Stewart) reached out and put leg irons on the perp. I wanted to see everything again, as I'd missed some of the action, so I REWOUND MY BRAIN. The images were tinged in blue as they sped backwards. And then I woke up. Awwwwww. I wanted to know more about the dream. But, yay, I was calm, cool and collected. Yup, just call me Kate Beckett. Uh ... Rick? Where are you? ::giggles::

And, finally, we reach the luminous Chris Colfer. I swear, the makeup people on Glee do a splendid job. Yes, I rewatched last week's epi ... AGAIN. Chris has this way of looking so young and enraptured by the whole world: you know, wide-eyed and breathless.

So, that's my unusual Monday report.
Expecting the unexpected should be SOP. But accepting the unexpected is much more difficult.

So how was my day unexpected? Let's start with setting the alarm for 6:15 that would have given me almost 5 hours of sleep but waking up at 5:20 and staying up. Urg. Let's add not being able to find my black cotton shell for extra warmth so not being able to wear my navy and white polka dot tunic. So I switched to my PURPLE and black polka dot dress instead. Whee!

Let's move on to being picked up at 9:20 by a minivan with a regular co-passenger already on board. Let's add the Toronto marathon into the mix. Let's include the information that the route this year was way weirder than last year (as if such a thing could be possible) and affected so many more roads (incuding highways). After the driver tried valiantly to deliver the first passenger to his church opposite Roy Thomson Hall, he gave up and drove out to the east end to drop me off.

I got into church about 1 minute before the service began and, after parking my wheels, was forced to lurch with cane to the back of the sanctuary to get the two orders of service (including large print) while Rev. Tom and Rev. Don were doing the announcements. If I hadn't done that, I wouldn't have had a clue as to what was happening.

The sermon was interesting but I'll have to watch the webcast because the speaker (Carmen, one of our newest deacons) spoke (softly) about her efforts to bring MCC into Spain and also to hold (I believe she said) Easter service. I also couldn't see any of the photos on the screen, so will have to hope they're fully covered in the webcast.

Too bad I was still feeling flustered when it came time for anointing, because I forgot some of the words of the prayer I've been using for YEARS. Ack.

Anyway, I finally settled down and there were no other repercussions. After the service, I found a lovely warm and sunny spot while waiting for my ride back home. Behind me I could hear the rustling of one of our Garden Faeries doing planing thingies. Mom, one of my fave peeps, brought her walker over next to mine as we waited for our rides. Luckily I didn't have to wait long for mine and got home before 2. I'd had a musical education from my driver who was listening to Zoomer 740 (yes, that's an elision between Znaimer and Boomer). There was a documentary on Billy Joel. Huh. I wasn't aware he wrote Uptown Girl which BTW The Warblers perform much more smoothly (though, yes, I'm also aware of the insane amount of electronic tweaking Glee performers are subjected to). As I don't listen to popular music, I usually don't know where the originals came from.

I had a much-needed nap and have had some comfort foodies (tomato-rice soup, walnut-carrot muffins and now I'll be ravishing oranges). Anyway, that was my sorta kinda hectic day and I'm just glad I can let my old bones settle. Nighty-night, all.
Expecting the unexpected should be SOP. But accepting the unexpected is much more difficult.

So how was my day unexpected? Let's start with setting the alarm for 6:15 that would have given me almost 5 hours of sleep but waking up at 5:20 and staying up. Urg. Let's add not being able to find my black cotton shell for extra warmth so not being able to wear my navy and white polka dot tunic. So I switched to my PURPLE and black polka dot dress instead. Whee!

Let's move on to being picked up at 9:20 by a minivan with a regular co-passenger already on board. Let's add the Toronto marathon into the mix. Let's include the information that the route this year was way weirder than last year (as if such a thing could be possible) and affected so many more roads (incuding highways). After the driver tried valiantly to deliver the first passenger to his church opposite Roy Thomson Hall, he gave up and drove out to the east end to drop me off.

I got into church about 1 minute before the service began and, after parking my wheels, was forced to lurch with cane to the back of the sanctuary to get the two orders of service (including large print) while Rev. Tom and Rev. Don were doing the announcements. If I hadn't done that, I wouldn't have had a clue as to what was happening.

The sermon was interesting but I'll have to watch the webcast because the speaker (Carmen, one of our newest deacons) spoke (softly) about her efforts to bring MCC into Spain and also to hold (I believe she said) Easter service. I also couldn't see any of the photos on the screen, so will have to hope they're fully covered in the webcast.

Too bad I was still feeling flustered when it came time for anointing, because I forgot some of the words of the prayer I've been using for YEARS. Ack.

Anyway, I finally settled down and there were no other repercussions. After the service, I found a lovely warm and sunny spot while waiting for my ride back home. Behind me I could hear the rustling of one of our Garden Faeries doing planing thingies. Mom, one of my fave peeps, brought her walker over next to mine as we waited for our rides. Luckily I didn't have to wait long for mine and got home before 2. I'd had a musical education from my driver who was listening to Zoomer 740 (yes, that's an elision between Znaimer and Boomer). There was a documentary on Billy Joel. Huh. I wasn't aware he wrote Uptown Girl which BTW The Warblers perform much more smoothly (though, yes, I'm also aware of the insane amount of electronic tweaking Glee performers are subjected to). As I don't listen to popular music, I usually don't know where the originals came from.

I had a much-needed nap and have had some comfort foodies (tomato-rice soup, walnut-carrot muffins and now I'll be ravishing oranges). Anyway, that was my sorta kinda hectic day and I'm just glad I can let my old bones settle. Nighty-night, all.
Oh, forcryingoutloud (as Jack O'Neill would say). More of the middle-of-the-night waking up – a couple of times. Finally, I gave in after 6. I tried to do some stuff, but everything was protesting.

At least brekkie was surprisingly not bad, even though its name (Tuna primavera noodle casserole) would be sure to make a purist scream. It came with tons of peas and was surprisingly delicate. Wow. Two days in a row.

I finally buckled down and did most of the cooking blog. ::smirks:: I'm sure Brian will be surprised to see the direction I took. That's why I love the liberty to write whatever I want! ::listens to that "I have the power" echo:: And I've been working on my fic; yes, the one that's due tomorrow. ::shrieks::

Well, I've had my nap, my two glop-of-the-day soups and should get back to writing. It would be nice if I could finish this early. Then all I'd have to do is figure out how to post on AO3. ::rolls eyes:: Okay, back to writing NOW!!!

Oops. Not quite. I just remembered the story I read on Yahoo about squirrels eating 10,000 tulip bulbs in a Windsor (Ontario) park. The problem is that the ground wasn't frozen enough to keep the squirrels out. I e-mailed the link to John as - guess what - we've had a squirrelly interloper on the balcony, happily digging through white lily bulbs. The-the-the sneaky bastard!

Also, I'm pouting because PARTS of the province had summer today. We had fog and a high temperature 20F lower. Arrgghh. I do not like yucky damp and cold. Okay, I'm done ranting NOW!!!
Oh, forcryingoutloud (as Jack O'Neill would say). More of the middle-of-the-night waking up – a couple of times. Finally, I gave in after 6. I tried to do some stuff, but everything was protesting.

At least brekkie was surprisingly not bad, even though its name (Tuna primavera noodle casserole) would be sure to make a purist scream. It came with tons of peas and was surprisingly delicate. Wow. Two days in a row.

I finally buckled down and did most of the cooking blog. ::smirks:: I'm sure Brian will be surprised to see the direction I took. That's why I love the liberty to write whatever I want! ::listens to that "I have the power" echo:: And I've been working on my fic; yes, the one that's due tomorrow. ::shrieks::

Well, I've had my nap, my two glop-of-the-day soups and should get back to writing. It would be nice if I could finish this early. Then all I'd have to do is figure out how to post on AO3. ::rolls eyes:: Okay, back to writing NOW!!!

Oops. Not quite. I just remembered the story I read on Yahoo about squirrels eating 10,000 tulip bulbs in a Windsor (Ontario) park. The problem is that the ground wasn't frozen enough to keep the squirrels out. I e-mailed the link to John as - guess what - we've had a squirrelly interloper on the balcony, happily digging through white lily bulbs. The-the-the sneaky bastard!

Also, I'm pouting because PARTS of the province had summer today. We had fog and a high temperature 20F lower. Arrgghh. I do not like yucky damp and cold. Okay, I'm done ranting NOW!!!
Yeah, yeah. I know. Really long list. Starting with waking up AGAIN at 5-somethingish. Of course it's really bad for my biological time clock. Mind you, my breathing for hot-humid-stupid-summer has been exceptional. Though after the unconventional brekkie of tortilla chips and salsa, I needed a nap EARLIER (like 10 a.m.). See what I mean. So, instead of lunch, I napped.

It was an unsettling day in other ways. Though it was very gloomy, it was also glary. Though cold, tackily humid. As you may have surmised, my chores for the day went into the shredder (which is where, I ask).

Dinner was both kinds of wings again, one near beer and a bowl of two tomatoes, many dill gherkins and a few radishes. With mango ice cream as the appetizer (which went with the tangerine mango shower gel, I guess). When John came home, he showed off the ONLY blooms from the lily pot: ONE stem and three flowers. That's it, out of TWO pots (where I'd been oohing and ahhing last year over at least a dozen blooms and taking piccies at 5 a.m.). Well, his take is that the boycat terrorized the lily pot. To make things worse, I have a fb friend who proudly displayed a plethora of stargazer lilies over a week ago. ::pouts::

John and I got into a discussion of TO politics (not fun these days with a barbarian mayor). Then he tried to lend me a DVD. I believe it was called Fractured and starred Anthony Hopkins. Well, I declined the movie, but got the synopsis while standing propped up in the kitchen instead. I didn't think my eyes could have handled watching it (and I have to save my sight for tomorrow's SGA rewatch and squee).

So, no laundry. But I did try to phone one of my church friends (who'd been grilling me about M last Sunday). Alas, she wasn't home, so I had a second shortish nap (1 hr. 15 min). Perhaps she'll return my call tomorrow and then I can satisfy her curiosity away from a far-too-busy church setting.

I suppose I should keep my fingers crossed as I press Post. At least I had my reading resource available for MOST of the day, so it was much better than yesterday. Anyway, I think my aches and pains will remove themselves from the world stage, as it were. To greet (and eat) some cherries, methinks.
Yeah, yeah. I know. Really long list. Starting with waking up AGAIN at 5-somethingish. Of course it's really bad for my biological time clock. Mind you, my breathing for hot-humid-stupid-summer has been exceptional. Though after the unconventional brekkie of tortilla chips and salsa, I needed a nap EARLIER (like 10 a.m.). See what I mean. So, instead of lunch, I napped.

It was an unsettling day in other ways. Though it was very gloomy, it was also glary. Though cold, tackily humid. As you may have surmised, my chores for the day went into the shredder (which is where, I ask).

Dinner was both kinds of wings again, one near beer and a bowl of two tomatoes, many dill gherkins and a few radishes. With mango ice cream as the appetizer (which went with the tangerine mango shower gel, I guess). When John came home, he showed off the ONLY blooms from the lily pot: ONE stem and three flowers. That's it, out of TWO pots (where I'd been oohing and ahhing last year over at least a dozen blooms and taking piccies at 5 a.m.). Well, his take is that the boycat terrorized the lily pot. To make things worse, I have a fb friend who proudly displayed a plethora of stargazer lilies over a week ago. ::pouts::

John and I got into a discussion of TO politics (not fun these days with a barbarian mayor). Then he tried to lend me a DVD. I believe it was called Fractured and starred Anthony Hopkins. Well, I declined the movie, but got the synopsis while standing propped up in the kitchen instead. I didn't think my eyes could have handled watching it (and I have to save my sight for tomorrow's SGA rewatch and squee).

So, no laundry. But I did try to phone one of my church friends (who'd been grilling me about M last Sunday). Alas, she wasn't home, so I had a second shortish nap (1 hr. 15 min). Perhaps she'll return my call tomorrow and then I can satisfy her curiosity away from a far-too-busy church setting.

I suppose I should keep my fingers crossed as I press Post. At least I had my reading resource available for MOST of the day, so it was much better than yesterday. Anyway, I think my aches and pains will remove themselves from the world stage, as it were. To greet (and eat) some cherries, methinks.
Why?
Well, I went to bed at 1.
I opened my eyes at 6, then slept.
Opened them at 7, then slept again.
I finally woke up at 8:30 feeling absolutely marvelous, but had to get out of bed because the blinds needed to be lowered against the sun and I had to do eyedrops. But I slept fabulously. I credit the wild Pacific salmon oil capsules. Because they were the only anomaly yesterday.

So that was a terrific start to my day. Mind you, it was a very boring and hot one. After brekkie of two 'nanas and two mini cinnamon buns, I tootled about on the 'puter and then had a two-hour nap - instead of lunch.

Dinner was open-faced sandwiches made of halved hard-boiled eggs, spicy ketchup and bacon strips. After that I lay down for a mini-nap (slightly less than an hour). I timed my shower so that I'd still be cool (wet hair) when I joined John out on the balcony where we enjoyed the unexpected coolness as we sipped Hypnotiq. We were out there for more than an hour but then came in because John was about to watch a movie with Diane Keaton and Harrison Ford (I think I'll borrow it from him) and I had dishes to wash.

I really enjoyed the lack of any structure to the day and feel much better, as do my joints. Anyway, I have to water my herbs before bed, because the heat is just drying out the soil far too quickly for my liking. At least I've laid out all my clothes, even jewellery (yay me) to wear to church tomorrow. Cheers!
Why?
Well, I went to bed at 1.
I opened my eyes at 6, then slept.
Opened them at 7, then slept again.
I finally woke up at 8:30 feeling absolutely marvelous, but had to get out of bed because the blinds needed to be lowered against the sun and I had to do eyedrops. But I slept fabulously. I credit the wild Pacific salmon oil capsules. Because they were the only anomaly yesterday.

So that was a terrific start to my day. Mind you, it was a very boring and hot one. After brekkie of two 'nanas and two mini cinnamon buns, I tootled about on the 'puter and then had a two-hour nap - instead of lunch.

Dinner was open-faced sandwiches made of halved hard-boiled eggs, spicy ketchup and bacon strips. After that I lay down for a mini-nap (slightly less than an hour). I timed my shower so that I'd still be cool (wet hair) when I joined John out on the balcony where we enjoyed the unexpected coolness as we sipped Hypnotiq. We were out there for more than an hour but then came in because John was about to watch a movie with Diane Keaton and Harrison Ford (I think I'll borrow it from him) and I had dishes to wash.

I really enjoyed the lack of any structure to the day and feel much better, as do my joints. Anyway, I have to water my herbs before bed, because the heat is just drying out the soil far too quickly for my liking. At least I've laid out all my clothes, even jewellery (yay me) to wear to church tomorrow. Cheers!
Today didn't feel like a Sunday at all, more like a neverending holiday. I opened my eyes around 6:30, then fell back asleep and didn't wake up until 9-ish. Brekkie was ice cream. Hey, it's hot. Lunch was a couple of 'nanas.

I spent the day reading and getting hot (no, it's not a new fave hobby for me). John mentioned 6 as the time we should head out to the lake. I suggested a few minutes after, as I wanted to watch the CTV newscast that traditionally opens with the Pride Parade and partying.

Then I jumped in the shower and wished for a portable cooling device though, of course, no such thing exists. I finally threw on my low-cut leopard print caftan, grabbed a ginger ale and my bag and we were off.

We took the scarily precipitous short-cut at the edge of our property. I know I definitely can NOT do it without a strong person supporting the walker (and preventing me from tumbling head over heels). Anyway, we got up onto our fave promontory and sat on rocks that were sheltered from the blazing sun by some wild rosebushes. John had prepared a salad of red kidney beans, baby arugula (sooooo adorably cute) and sliced eggs with an oil & vinegar dressing. He also provided triangle rosemary foccaccia buns. [And I just remembered, I have to water my herbs as soon as I press post. ::sighs::]

We sat out there until 7:30 when we set back, as John had to do laundry. But we'd enjoyed watching some spectacular sailboats go by. Strangely, most of the waterfowl had deserted the area.

When we came back in, I tried to cool myself off AGAIN. It's only taken me a few hours. I sent a birthday e-mail to my childhood friend. And then I learned about what's trending right now. So what is it? Oh, just a KISS between Chris Colfer and Darren Criss on the final day of the Glee Live Tour in Dublin. Of course, I've already watched a few YouTube captures and I may have suffered damage to my eardrums from all the SCREAMING!!!!! Mind you, I don't blame those fangirls At. All.

Anyway, time for me to get some water for ME and the herbs. And then I may just go to bed early. I know, such scandalous behaviour at my age!!! But, then again, they're turning the water off in the morning, so I'll need to use it ALL up before they do.
Today didn't feel like a Sunday at all, more like a neverending holiday. I opened my eyes around 6:30, then fell back asleep and didn't wake up until 9-ish. Brekkie was ice cream. Hey, it's hot. Lunch was a couple of 'nanas.

I spent the day reading and getting hot (no, it's not a new fave hobby for me). John mentioned 6 as the time we should head out to the lake. I suggested a few minutes after, as I wanted to watch the CTV newscast that traditionally opens with the Pride Parade and partying.

Then I jumped in the shower and wished for a portable cooling device though, of course, no such thing exists. I finally threw on my low-cut leopard print caftan, grabbed a ginger ale and my bag and we were off.

We took the scarily precipitous short-cut at the edge of our property. I know I definitely can NOT do it without a strong person supporting the walker (and preventing me from tumbling head over heels). Anyway, we got up onto our fave promontory and sat on rocks that were sheltered from the blazing sun by some wild rosebushes. John had prepared a salad of red kidney beans, baby arugula (sooooo adorably cute) and sliced eggs with an oil & vinegar dressing. He also provided triangle rosemary foccaccia buns. [And I just remembered, I have to water my herbs as soon as I press post. ::sighs::]

We sat out there until 7:30 when we set back, as John had to do laundry. But we'd enjoyed watching some spectacular sailboats go by. Strangely, most of the waterfowl had deserted the area.

When we came back in, I tried to cool myself off AGAIN. It's only taken me a few hours. I sent a birthday e-mail to my childhood friend. And then I learned about what's trending right now. So what is it? Oh, just a KISS between Chris Colfer and Darren Criss on the final day of the Glee Live Tour in Dublin. Of course, I've already watched a few YouTube captures and I may have suffered damage to my eardrums from all the SCREAMING!!!!! Mind you, I don't blame those fangirls At. All.

Anyway, time for me to get some water for ME and the herbs. And then I may just go to bed early. I know, such scandalous behaviour at my age!!! But, then again, they're turning the water off in the morning, so I'll need to use it ALL up before they do.
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