And THIS is why I watch the news every day. I'm trying to catch up on my recordings, so I was really surprised to see yesterday's recording still there. But, I just remembered I couldn't watch because of my Zoom meeting. So what's the what> Apparently, we had another meteor burst through the atmosphere Monday evening. And, Chuck Yaeger (who definitely had The Right Stuff) is no longer bound by physical limitations. Maybe I should reread his book.

Otherwise, I continued to wear myself out, this time with a dizzying load of laundry. And, then, I hit the bed. You know I'm tired when I doze off during Jeopardy! I'll watch the recording tomorrow ::fingers crossed::

Otherwise, I was busy and delighted to be answering emails of praise to the blind group. Well, not entirely delighted as my vision was crap today. Yes, yes, I know I can't have everything - as I acknowledge a good night's sleep and diminution of pain. As long as I'm patting myself on the back, I also provided a character reference for SuM this morning.

And, now, I deserve something sweet as I finish watching tonight's news. Nighty-night.
Well, it's possible that my first post-op day in April, 2011, surpassed it - but then I was comafied by morphine. Today's coma was all natural. I returned to bed after brekkie and did my best coma imitation. I woke up at 3:25, I had to wait to take my Robax.

My vision was crap. I tried reading my library book now that I'm a little further along, but had to give up. I'm intrigued to learn that the Channel Islands had been occupied by the Germans during the war.

Oh, well, at least there was still TV which I watched in a blur. And I had fun investigating where Brian and I can get dinner on Wednesday. SuM highly recommends a nearby Vietnamese/Thai restaurant. Even better, they have online ordering and delivery. Alas, that site is not accessible to moi. So Brian will have to walk me through the menu.

Okay, time to put this blah day to bed.
Well, I have no explanation or idea of the source of this new-found energy, but I'll gladly accept it. Not so acceptable was waking up at 4:43! I summoned my focus and made myself fall asleep, waking up at the more reasonable time of 9:30-ish.

After brekkie, I finally did a load of laundry, climbed up onto a rickety step-stool to replace a light bulb, washed out tons of recycling, and felt very pleased with myself. The weariness caught up with me after 5, so I scheduled a nap until 7:30. Watched the usual TV shows including the Jeopardy! Teachers' Tournament. I've got a fave: she had a modest win today (none of them guessed Lawrence of Arabia in the final).

Spent the rest of the evening reading, even through leeching colour. Sigh.
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( Nov. 4th, 2019 11:59 pm)
Your reporter (with an unstable medical diagnosis) woke up at 6:42. So not wanted, but I stayed up anyway, as the electrician was coming. After brekkie, I got into reading our book selection for January, "The Little Paris Bookshop" which has many lyrical passages, as well as a mysterious air about its protagonist.

After the electrician finally left, I crawled into bed, trying to stave off pain that was about to consume me. So tired of it. Finally, got distracted by watching TV. Lots and lots, beginning with last night's The Rookie, followed by tonight's Bull. Then there were the historical aspects of Murdoch Mysteries where there was a murder during a gay male party. One of the guests was a constable who was arrested. Even though the chief inspector was determined to charge him with the crime of being gay, he didn't; but he felt bound to report it to the man's boss at a different station house. At the end, we saw an American detective now employed by the Toronto force visit one of the gay men. And then it was a fade to black. I'm sure that's not the end of this topic.

The second lesson was about female solidarity in Frankie Drake Mysteries in which a nightclub dancer committed suicide after she found she was pregnant. It turned out she was just one of a string of dancers who'd been forced to give in to the manager for a promotion. When any complained, the police force ignored their complaints. Until Frankie and her "gals" got the man to incriminate himself over the club's sound system!

Anyway, I have managed to keep the pain at bay. Time for a bit of chocolate and pills. And sleep.
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( Oct. 16th, 2019 10:23 pm)
It's 6:10 a.m. Hey, I never chose that alarm sound. But I'm up, I'm up. It was colder and drizzling. Oh, joy. My driver chastised me for sitting out in the rain (even though I had a hood); but then he wondered whether I just wanted to show off my stylish coat. Good comeback.

We didn't have many people at book club today. Just as well, because I'd come prepared to talk about … next month's book? Eek. So I called up my memories about "Home For Unwanted Girls" - a part of Canada's shame and what I call the female equivalent of the horrific abuse at St. Vincent's in Newfoundland. I had to stick around waiting an extra 80 minutes for my ride home so I began reading about the pot-growing Canadian granny for next year.

When I got home, there was editing for the church waiting for me. I heated up some chicken noodle soup which I had with a glass of white wine as I worked. After it was sent off, I could relax and catch up on hours of judge and game shows. Now I think I have to coddle my bursting-to-aggravate back with more pills and bed.
Well, at least my body is being consistent. So not LoL. And I'm breaking the max dosage of my Robax. I'll be taking #7 and 8 in a few minutes and then hoping and pleading with the universe to ease my pain and allow me sleep. Naturally, it didn't help that there's a huge reaction in the opposite direction after the atropine wore off. Lots of white snow (like a blizzard!). Sigh.

While I was lucid, I watched last night's TV: Frankie Drake Mysteries which s[pt;ogjted amti-Chinese sentiment at the beginning of the 20th century and a stunning Bull where a woman whose child was moving out of the nest shot and killed her own sister who'd fallen in love with the woman's husband and was having his baby. Whoa! A;sp ,amaged tp watcj 6 cpirt e[os. Now I'm ready for my body to recharge overnight and give me a better tomorrow. Do I need to sigh again?
But, alas, the back spasms had other intentions. I tried to tough it out after swallowing another Robax but it didn't take until I'd been out of bed for absolute hours. Don't ask me how I survived church with so little sleep. Even worse, I was having a gross hair day so I wore a semi-sheer red and white circle patterned scarf on my head. Church-John kept threatening to pull it off my head! Nooooo, I mock yelled … and prevailed. No scarves were pulled.

Church was fascinating, especially today as Rev. Deana got to preach about Hildegard von Bingen. Considering all of her accomplishments so many centuries ago, I wonder if she even slept! She certainly made efficiant and brilliant use of her hours and days. So, naturally, I have to read up on her. Our new music director was at the piano today, getting more into his role that will commence on October 1.

It's a good thing summer decided to stick around (high around 80), as my ride was 30 minutes late. I was so relieved to finally get home and fall into bed for that nap. I managed to sleep through all sorts of unpleasant visitors and sounds which was another relief. When I woke up, I got sidetracked by reading FB on my phone and am so glad I did. It turns out that Battle of the Blades had started on Thursday night so I managed to watch it on my computer. But it'll be so much nicer watching on my TV from now on. Also checked last night's SNL and it was another rerun, so no season premiere yet.

I think I'm fading fast - again - so I think I'm headed to bed again.
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( Jul. 28th, 2019 05:25 pm)
I usually like it when my drivers have their radios on ... unless it's a case of blaring homophobic sermons but it's been a while since that's happened. Today I appreciated that the driver had on the news-radio (also weather and traffic) station on. I heard - to my astonishment - that city crews had just unearthed a boulder weighing about 4400 lbs, as they were digging out earth to create new parkettes. The rock was estimated to be between 1.1 and 1.4 BILLION years old, a remnant of the ice age that had been swept down from Georgian Bay and settled on a short stretch of Bloor Street between Spadina and Bathurst which I used to walk often while I lived in midtown.

I just thought that was the coolest news!
I can't believe just how much I did today. When I woke up, I got on Savage Love and left a very long comment. Yay me. Then I had brekkie. After that, I buckled down and watched last week's church service. Wrote and posted my service review. After slaving over a hot computer, I was more than ready to jump in the shower. As I'm hoping my hair will behave, I wrapped a scarf over my wet hair. And it was pleasant leaning back in my chair against cool damp towels.

After that, I was feeling physically fragile, so I went to bed. Watched some old recorded TV that included the Raptors' victory celebrations as NBA champions from almost one month ago. Alas, the parade was really delayed and, even by the end, the players had not reached the less-than-two-mile route to City Hall. But it seems as if half of TO was down there. It was a (very polite) zoo. With an enormous wall of sound from all the cheers and screaming. I guess if I want to watch the rest, I'll find it on the station's internet source. But, still, it made for a pleasant background sound.

Exchanged emails with church-John. Can't wait for Anniversary Sunday tomorrow. I've already put my medal on the dining table. And I guess I should go to bed soon.
It's a conspiracy. Somehow my body coerced my mind to do nothing today. Or at least a lot less, just in order to recuperate from yesterday's exhaustion. What's the conspiracy aspect? My vision is crap! Despite that obstacle, I may have finished the tell-all cult Hyllywood book (and may try to figure out who the pseudonyms were). Then I returned to a book about the mysterious death of Canadian artist Tom Thomson in Northern Ontario. I just finished the list of characters (grave diggers, sloppy coroner, etc.) and I'm already bored. Sigh.

At least I finally began trying to write my review for last Sunday's service. Woo and hoo /sarcasm. The only remarkable thing about today is that I am NOT in pain. No wonder I'm so confused. Anyway, I spent a lot of time lying in bed, napping, and watching my usual recorded shows. Hoping for a more productive day tomorrow.
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( May. 27th, 2019 12:42 am)
The down side of mever watching the news on TV is that I miss stuff. Luckily, my driver this morning had the news on and I listened - in sheer astonishment - as I heard about the fact that the Raptors made it to the NBA Finals. And they'll even have home court advantage. Mind you, it wasn't easy, as I believe they pulled the win out in the final few minutes.

We si beed a championship team in the city. The stats are sad: hockey, not since 1967, baseball, back to back early 1990s. So, dammit, I'm yelling, "We The North." along with a whole lot of Canadians … once they stop hating TO (which is a strange Canadian obsession). Mind you, I still don't like basketball, because it's just too back-and-forth with a high score. But I love winning!
So, it's not that I've had my head in the sand for the past couple of decades. I'd learnt about the residential school abuses, mostly by RC priests and nuns (but even isolated incidents in the history of the UC as Rev. Jeff told us). However, I was only tangentially aware of what happened in Quebec under the iron grip of Premier Duplessis in the 1950s. Today, I raced through "The Home for Unwanted Girls" and was so sickened by how children were essentially stolen from unwed teen girls, placed in mostly horrible conditions in orphanages and occasionally sold to infertile couples. So, that part of the story isn't something I haven't heard before from other parts of the world.

But what was the most horrifying is that, when the province found out that the federal subsidy for mental patients was more than twice that of orphans, all the girls were reclassified as mentally ill, with their education (rudimentary at best) stopped and they were shipped to mental hospitals where they were mixed in with real patients, taking care of them and being responsible for the functioning of the hospitals (laundry, cleaning, etc.). It was also hideous to read how often they were told that this was their punishment for having been born in Sin, in Scandal.

Amazingly enough, there is hope amid the heartbreak in the book, though the scars of the primary orphan - both physical and emotional - remain. Add to that the unstable history of the province (conflict between Catholic/Protestant, French/English, rich/poor, love/lust, men/women, male dominance/emerging female independence, especially in the 60s) and it's something to experience. It'll be months before we're scheduled to discuss the book but I won't need to reread it. At all. I still wrote down a few notes.

Anyway, it's no wonder I didn't have any energy for anything else after that. Just my judge and game shows and a load of laundry. I'm surprised that my vision was on the high side today … leading me once again to consider the mental component affecting my sight. So, not just good emotions, but just being really involved.
Well, it happened today. Didja know that beavers are considered to be very wise in Anishnabe teachings? Yup. And, then, I asked Google and found out there's egalitarian sharing of raising their young. And today just happens to be the 44th anniversary of the beaver being given symbolic status representing Canada's sovereignty. See, go to church and you never know what you'll learn!

My exuberance dimmed a bit as my ride home was about 28 minutes late. I'd been sitting outside until I got too cold. Boo. My van had been delayed because the driver was too clueless to turn his news/traffic radio on. If he had, he would have know it was Greek Independence Day. So, when I got in, I made myself some spicy gumbo with extra sausage.

And, then, I got to writing about beavers! I was finished around 8 and then tried to relax. Watched last night's epi of SNL which just happened to be a repeat from 2017. Meh.

Looking forward to some decent sleep and a chance for the painkillers to kick in. My right knee is SCREAMING at me for sitting in front of the computer for so many hours. Ouch.
Sooooo, when I'm on duty at church, I have access to the detailed order of service (not to mention the fact that I proof-read it ahead of time, whether I'm on duty or not). I really should have paid better attention. I thought one of my fave jazz/scat singers was merely performing throughout the service (with the choir taking a break). Uh-huh. She was also preaching, what we call sharing of stories. What a fascinating life she'd led. And she would have never shown up unless our retiring music director had invited her one day two decades ago.

As if that hadn't been enough to make church extra special, we also had Judy and Dennis Shepard - Matthew's parents - drop in on their way to the airport. They'd been in a nearby city for the presentation of "The Laramie Project" at a school. They spoke about Matthew, his love of being involved in the Episcopal church, being an acolyte, also of seeing his ashes interred at the National Cathedral in DC, and ultimately of their goal of seeing the kind of diversity and openness they experienced with us happening everywhere. They only spoke for five minutes, but they were so powerful, even if Judy was crying softly when she stopped and Dennis began.

When I got home, I began writing. Eventually, the service was up on YouTube so I watched the bits I'd missed because I was preparing to serve. After that, I decided I needed a break from the heightened emotions, so went to bed watching SNL, dozing off and then finally falling asleep, not waking up until 9:15 p.m. Oops! Then came the mad dash to finish writing and posting which didn't happen until after midnight, but at least I didn't have that hanging over until today. And, then, I stayed up until around 2.

One last thing. Even though it was cold out, I fluffed up my hair, added product and hairspray and went out without wearing my beret. My friends liked my hair, one said it looked like a recreation from hippy days! Which is hilarious as I haven't had it cut or coloured since mid December. All hail my curling spray!
Just ignore that I went to bed at 1:11 and woke up at 6:03. Not just a sigh … but a grrrroan. My yellow font was white this morning, but I still persevered. Then I climbed back in bed and dozed off. Mmmmmmm. Was up in time (by 4) to watch my judge shows and also Dragons' Den.

I am so fascinated by the book. Now I have to look up Afghan history to see if there was a firebrand female parliamentarian who'd been injured in a bomb attack, but … well, I don't know what at this point in the book (which is about 65% of the way in). The language flows beautifully, I'm noting particularly witty passages for book club. Just a really enjoyable read despite the systemic misogyny. I swear, if anyone slaps or beats another woman, I'm going to scream. [Yeah, I know I'll be screaming before I finish the book.]

My vision improved during the day. It's not a pale lemon yellow. I continue to be baffled. I'm also amused by SuM's behaviour. They're going out for the day tomorrow and hoped I could babysit their slow cooker (as it's a primitive model). Then they decided they didn't want the pressure of chopping all the ingredients up tonight … so my only duty will be to feed the cats. No problem; I'll even stay and watch TV on their set.

Now, back to this engrossing book.
Okay, blondie, I'll bite. Just HOW cold was it?

Well, I was in bed before 5 p.m. and nodded off, waking up five hours later. Sleep in a toasty-warm bed and protecting my poor swollen fingers (arthritis, natch) was more important than eating(!) - though I'd had minestrone when I got home - or relaxing. And definitely more important than trying to write a review of the service - especially when there was no webcast to fall back on.

Going back another 12 hours, I had the displeasure of waking up at 4:51, freezing. Luckily, my Irish cape was at the bottom of the bed, so I drew it over me to trap lots of warm air underneath. But I just couldn't get back to sleep and got up. Good thing I had stories to read.

It was a shock going outside to find a white-covered world. Wow, had it ever come down overnight. My driver had a hard time getting through unplowed streets, so I was relieved to get to church around 10. Church-John (and our friend Brian) were well enough to make it to church, but Ash decided to have a sleepy day instead. C-J surprised me with a gift of probiotics (to tide me over); another wonderful surprise was to find a young dark-long-haired and bearded man slide into the pew next to me. It was Stephen, my Esperanto friend whom I'd met at our General Conference in TO back in 2001. As it had been early July, he'd been wearing a short-sleeved tee and a sarong. Well, def. not sarong weather today!

We had amazing music and a passionate sermon from Rev. Jeff today as we celebrated MLK day. So I'm sad that I was too cold to write today. But, then, not only was I on duty, I also fell during the service. Before Communion, I misjudged where to sit until Communion (the sun was in my eyes), and fell down onto the drummer's soft gear! Luckily, there were two guys to pull me up. Oy. The only damage was to my pride! Anyway, Stephen took down my email (he lives in Cambridge and had come to TO for a party) so I hope we'll be able to stay in touch. [He said he's seen me on the webcast, so that was reassuring.]

Anyway, now that I'm up, there are some fine biscuits (from pre-Christmas) with my name on them. Perhaps even some hot chocolate. ::shivers:: And, then, back to bed!
How far East? Oh … just Newfoundland aka The Rock! I finally decided to watch the documentary "You Are Here: A Come From Away Story" which I'd recorded. Even though the commercials were jarring, I still enjoyed it tremendously and, oh, did I cry. Anything that has to do with the generosity of Newfies on 9/11 just gets to me. The wonderful thing is that it showed the real people from them and NOW. And the "other" Kevin who seemed to be grumpy in the musical was back. He clarified that he and Kevin-the-author hadn't broken up after the diversion. They'd actually had a commitment ceremony in 2006 and only parted in 2010, but on good terms. Awww. So that was my weepy smile for the day!

I also enjoyed a morning nap for the second day in a row, a little more TV in the evening, and opened a box of chocolates I found. [When you forget you have more chocolates, it's a good holiday!] I had food adventures: For brekkie, I had roast chicken to which I added cranberry sauce; for lunch, I used up the rest of the salad shrimp by throwing them into tomato-lentil soup, which was too mushily-thick from pulverised lentils; but still good.

I submitted my editing/English corrections to the church for this coming Sunday. And I replied to the Prez's invitation to the executive of the blind group for the pre-Christmas (yeah, right, lol) gathering which should take place by the end of next week. I voted for next Thursday or Friday. Let's get this party done!

Anyway, I think I'm going to watch my daily rerun of Little Mosque on the Prairies as it's possible I missed a few during its final season a decade ago. Oops.

Finally, it's lovely to see more people posting about their lives back on DW/LJ. As I say, the more you journal, the more you can see patterns in your life, and the more you remember (things you want to remember).
Kind of covers my day. I was horrified to wake up at - eek - 4:59 a.m. Naturally (so not), my body was not inclined to fall back asleep, especially as both hands were hurting. So I hauled myself out of bed before 6:30. Eventually fed the cats, happy to know that today was the last day I was responsible for the rascals. S. texted saying they'd be home around 1:30-2:00. Yay.

Just after they got in, I had a phone call from my blind group pal Janet. We keep talking about getting together for a meal (for months), but haven't. We're both willing to travel (she's in the west end, I'm in the east end); she suggested our pub downtown; I agreed and suggested a second date in February at our pub closer to her. Obviously, both meetings will be around lunch, so no travelling in the dark. And now I'm a happy camper.

Church-John was doing a disappearing act. We should have gone to lunch yesterday or today, but nothing from him. So I sent him an email, with silence my only response. Perhaps he'll contact me tomorrow. And, in totally dorky news, I decided to tackle exporting/importing contacts from a GMail account to GSuite. Remember the acting in haste part? Well, I was being impatient with the download of the file, so repeated the request. Sigh. You know what happened, right? Yes, I had four entries for every contact which I deleted painstakingly slowly, not wanting to make a mistake.

Watched some insignificant TV during the day during which I dozed off. But I'm thrilled to have finally recorded "You Are Here: A Come From Away Story" - the documentary behind 9/11 and Gander. If c-J doesn't call me tomorrow, I may watch it then. But, right now, I'm finishing off some chocolate and taken my pills. I want my fingers to stop hurting. Please.
Um … do I have the formula skewed? Nah, I think it's just right. So, what did I accomplish? Well, considering I'd caught up on my sleep yesterday, naturally I woke up at 3:29. Grrr. Back to sleep. Then I woke up at 6:00 and declared I should get up. I had to tackle the issue of finding docs I'd d/l'd but couldn't locate later. You think it might have had something to do with the angels-on-the-head-of-a-pin-TINY print in the box at the upper left corner? ::rolls eyes:: Well, I couldn't increase the size, but I managed to drag the box lower and FINALLY found the docs I needed to forward to our Membership person. I'm just as exhausted describing it as I was doing it. As for the bowling alley, I tried to find more about them from their site and FB, but getting their exact location was frankly RIDICULOUS. I asked my phone for the nearest subway station and it gave me THREE. Uh, Googley-Oogley, you can have TWO stations but THREE (on the same line) is illogical. Sigh. I'll try again tomorrow.

My groceries were supposed to be delivered between 11:00 and 1:00. I was pleasantly surprised to get a call from the driver at 10:59. My reply, yes, please! And I received everything I'd ordered, including fuyu fruit. Yum! Mind you, it took me two hours to unload, catalogue, and put away. No wonder my spine has been screaming at me.

Watched a bit of recorded TV (two Dragons' Den epis, Will & Grace, and lots of judge shows). Then I joined SuM and S. for movie night. We watched the incomparable Meryl Streep in "Florence Foster Jenkins". La Streep really can act in anything. I knew of and had heard recordings of FFJ, but didn't know the details of her life. So now I'll have to check up on the facts.

I think I'll watch a titch more TV, then head to bed. I have goodie bags to pack in the morning before I take off for my fancy tea partay!
To bed at 2:20 and, despite stirring when SuM was leaving for work, I managed to sleep all the way to 10:30, though my nose was stuffed up. But, still, 8 hours is wonderful.

The rest of the morning disappeared into think air. I watched my usual judge shows in the afternoon, then was on my computer. Sent Brian a synopsis of what I've been doing, what's not so good, and what's absolutely horrid (like crashing docs).

In the evening, SuM, S. and I finally got around to watching the documentary "The Fruit Machine" about how deliberately obsessed both the armed forces and government had been about seeking out LGBTQ people and throwing them out. Several affected people had been interviewed, with photos and film clips from decades ago. One was a very compassionate woman in our church choir. It was so painful to watch her recounting her experience. They had been treated as nothing more than deviants, traitors, and their interrogations were right out of McCarthy's playbook. Definitely a time when Canada did not rock, when civil servants justified their employment by harassing people and - the usual - asking for how they had sex! Anyway, I think I'll be giving her a big hug when I see her this Sunday.

As if I didn't have enough to do (lol), I had made a major complaint at church about a month ago about their shoddy (aka nonexistent) proofreading. I offered to help. So, now, I'm on a team of people checking over our Sunday News (Order of Service). I looked it over, taking only a few minutes and finding a whole lot of bad things. I emailed them off and went to put out the next fire, aka posting fic.

I finally posted my first SGA Reversebang fic to AO3. Now I just have to figure out how to post to the community, especially as I don't have a word doc and will have to do C&P from AO3. Why does life have to be so complicated? Anyway, must go and do eeeeet!
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