Not when that 25% is below the knees. Ouch. And sigh. At least I enjoyed sleeping in until the alarm at 10. Had an eminently uninspiring day. Glad I had "shrill" to read.

When I placed my meals order over the phone, the CSR said the boss was signalling she wanted to talk to me. What about? Oh, a wee bit of writing concerning political bigwigs. Yes, I replied. I'll take a look at it, though not tonight. I haven't even looked at the e-mail. Crossing my fingers that more pain will leech out of me by tomorrow.

The usual TV included a dead-easy Final Jeopardy!. Seriously, Rasputin? No wonder everybody had written the question in a second. So I'm back to reading. When I finish this, I can return to rereading "Rogue One". Meed a few more books to check out (as in find out about I/o borrowing outright).
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( Jul. 17th, 2017 11:38 pm)
Oh, I was overjoyed to have been able to sleep in all the way to 11:03. And I still took my pretty time to get out of bed. The only downside: my meal for the day was Fish'n'chips. Oh, no. More potatoes! But I managed to chew and swallow those lumps of 'taters.

Ended up spending even more time in bed as my fingers were hurting. So not fun. At least I'd started reading Lindy West's "shrill" though I kept nodding off because it's about how women are constrained by most societies to be small and quiet. Or, I guess, not being the new Time Lord! And the evening featured my usual TV shows.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Beyond the usual news and games shows, I had MacGyver on in the background while doing nothing. And THAT was the sum and substance of my day. ::crosses fingers for less pain tomorrow::
Poor things. I don't blame them as they're all swollen and hurty. But I never meant to hurt them. I blame the heat (obviously).

Still, I had a fabulous day. Not waking up until 8 helped (except for the fact that I'd fallen asleep within a second of hitting the pillow, thereby depriving my hands of their protective gloves. So, when I woke up, my claws were freezing. Sigh.

I sat out in the heat waiting for church-John and (church)Brian to show up around 1:45. They were only a few minutes late. In any case, we arrived at the downtown theatre with lots of time to spare. The house manager found a hidey-space for my walker and we were allowed to seat ourselves before the rest of the public. Even though I missed a lot of visual jokes, I still enjoyed the play. Our friend Cory played a dog. He was hilarious. Other characters were also mostly wild creatures. The writers incorporated several local stories (including those famous capybaras). It was a regular church outing as Brent and other members of the staff showed up.

After the play, we made our way up to the village where we enjoyed Summerlicious, though the dinner menu was a bit of a disappointment. How could a restaurant offer among the selections an 8-oz strip sirloin OR an 8-oz filet mignon? Exactly. They can't without degradation of quality. I had to saw at my filet mignon, though the sauce was lovely and the mashed 'taters were great, as well the summer veggies. Also my gazpacho and chocolate cake. Oh, well. Next time, I'd order something other than steak.

C-J got me home after 6 and I promptly collapsed. Luckily, I have no intention to go anywhere until church on Sunday. However, I was given a very special (sekrit) project, so that'll keep me engaged indoors for a couple of days. When I recovered a bit, I watched the recorded news and game shows. Barely paid any attention to Jeopardy! but the Final was great: two landlocked countries, one in Africa, one in Europe, whose names begin with the same two letters and end with the same four. Stumped? The eventual winner wasn't. She knew immediately that the countries were Swaziland and Switzerland. Neat, eh?

Anyway, I'm going to read for a really short while, then remember to put my gloves on immediately, and then catch some healing sleep. At least I don't need to wake up until 10 to receive my meals. Nighty-night, all.
It's a mystery. Really. Though the humidity and threatening rain all day didn't help in the aching joints department. But, still, I woke up at 7:00 giving me loads of time until I was picked up at noon. I arrived at the water's edge around 1, then waited for Brian to arrive. Naturally he surprised me. We managed to get on to the 1:30 sailing. I loved the fact that, as it was a weekday, there weren't crowds. In fact, there were only 6 of us on the boat. So the second didn't need to use his mic and just spoke to us informally. Alas, the one hour sped by too quickly, but I loved just watching the rippling waves and feeling the breeze in my hair (and along my legs, so it was a good thing I'd worn my heavier pants).

After we disembarked, Brian and I walked slowly (ouch) to the Amsterdam Brew House. We managed to get a table overlooking the lake. Again, yay. He had a burger of some kind with fries, while I'd chosen Thai Green Curry Chicken in a delightful broth along with jasmine rice and an assortment of raw veggies. We both had a Bourbon Lemonade to begin. Whoa, mama. I really liked it. Then Brian had a Basil Berry Blast(?) which included acai and cranberry while I had a frozen lime margarita. After sitting for a long time and me becoming all stiff (mostly from the humidity), we decided to walk back to where my ride would be. He wanted to stop in at Pawsway but, as it was closed, I never got to find out what it was really about.

We stopped and sat several times along our stroll back. And, then, my ride showed up so I hugged Brian. It'll be a while before I see him again because he has big travelling plans - all the way across the Atlantic. Sigh. But he said he'd take my picture along and insert me into his sightseeing piccies. Uh-huh. So not the same thing (though I'm kidding, as I'm just not able to travel).

It was eerily quiet when I arrived at home. Odd, as I'd exited a war zone with two howling dogs. No wonder I was happy to be out for the day. The ironic thing is that a man was walking his sweet, well-behaved white dog while I was sitting on my walker waiting for my ride. Why? Why? Why? [Yeah, you can fill in the missing words.]

Anyway, I must get ready for more fun tomorrow. So that means resting my weary bones. But, first, I'm still processing the delightful Peg + Cat where all the characters were singing the transition and ending of Beethoven's Symphony #5. Yep, ta-ta-ta daaaah.
... then there was the rest of my day. First, I got to waste two hours of my time waiting for my meals to be delivered. Surprise, blondie! Someone forgot to deliver them. ::growls in irritation:: So, I'll get them tomorrow. ::crosses fingers:: At least I had some good info from church-John. I wanted to go to church on Saturday to meet the new senior pastor, but he's suggesting this Thursday as there'll be a much more in-depth session about the selection process. Yes, please!

I finally got a chance to start getting ready slowly. Funny thing is that SuM and gf came home exactly when I was leaving. They enjoyed the boat ride. I sat in the hot sun (what an amazing day - finally) waiting for my minivan to arrive. It. Was. Late. Oh, well. I still arrived in good time shortly after 6:00 at the pub on the other side of the city. My new friend Janet had brought her mom again. And, natch, our leader was there. He'd already ordered appetizers to share with everyone. So I got to taste a deep-fried pickle (whoa! temperature too hot), calamari with garlic aioli (yummm), and some veggie bits (rejecting the hummus).

I myself ordered a summer special: thinly sliced seared tuna and mango on a bed of arugula, with avocado and sesame seeds, dressed in a wasabi vinaigrette. Wow. It was fabulous. Added a side order of sweet potato fries most of which I brought home. I also had two light beers with wedges of lime. As I was expecting my minivan at 8:30, I went to sit outside before 8:25. It arrived at 8:35.

I started feeling uncomfortable especially as we were travelling east - away from the sun. By the time I got home, it was 9:35. The driver helped me get into the garden and then I had help getting in the house. So ... I did this particular pub once, but I'm not going to travel that far again, especially not at night. Sigh. OTOH, I poked Janet to find us a Chinese restaurant to visit - even if it's nearer to her place.

Now it's time to let the painkillers do their work. Bouncing around in a minivan (why did it not have a stool for my feet) with legs hanging off the floor is always a recipe for disaster! So, pills, a tiny bit of reading, and then blissful (she hopes) sleep.
Sooooo, I'd planned to clean the bathroom today (which necessitates removing my towel and bed linen storage totes ('cuz there's no place else for them) as well as all of the fiddly stuff on top. Do you think I did any of that? Well, of course not, considering how much pain I was in since waking up. So, instead, I did the easy stuff such as washing out a mountain of recycling (gee, pop cans sure pile up). The funny thing is that just that movement lubricated my joints to the extent that I could have cleaned the bathroom ... but I had no time. Sigh.

So, I lay in bed and read, then frittered my time away. I also had this nagging feeling I'd forgotten something on TV. Checked the sheet of TV shows I'd prepared and found I'd missed last night's MasterChef. Oops. Luckily, I was still able to watch it even though 24 hours and a few minutes had passed. Got to see Gordon Ramsay make his scrambled eggs (that included crème fraiche). Mmmmmmmmm. After that, I had a simple warm bagel with paté and a vodka & tonic ... which means I'm feel very warm now.

Was too lazy today to call my hair and nail salons, so I'll have to do that tomorrow morning. And book my rides. Looking forward to being pampered next Friday. And also to having more opportunities of socializing this summer. Both are definitely a win-win and do drain a lot of the pain just from the psychological boost.
Oh, sure, I woke up at 10, so I could have brekkie and then watch the service online. However, I ended up having technical difficulties with the screen freezing, so I stopped watching. When I returned to FB, I saw the message that the service was over. But-but-but it wasn't even noon. So ... what happened? Well, ma nature interfered. We've had outdoor services in the rain before but, this time, there was thunder and lightning. So, alas, the service had to end early (and I believe before our guest performers The Nylons could come on). Oh, well, these things happen, but it was sad because we had thousands in attendance.

After that, I just basically spent the rest of the day in bed. What with the leg pain and occasional shivering, I thought it was the safest place for me to be. Occasionally I'd get the energy to read "Rogue One". In the evening, I watched the news. Now I'm just going to go collapse again. Need my painkillers. Ahhhhhhhhh.
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( Jun. 24th, 2017 11:24 pm)
Can't remember when I woke up (and I've only had one very small glass of rosé). but it wasn't early. I still dawdled for a couple of hours before having brekkie. Continued reading my Holmes-Phantom book and finally finished it. I was very pleased to see how the author concluded with a redeeming twist.

Remembered too late (while doing laundry) why my left shin was aching. Yes, I'd had a wee fall yesterday ... but at least it was the other leg for a change. Sigh. Had the place to myself for the whole day because SuM had gone downtown for the Dyke March. And I'd cleaned out my fridge - throwing out a few items but also eating things (Oka cheese, black ripe olives) to go with that glass of wine. Hey, it worked.

After watching my usual evening TV, I decided to read a longish SGA fanfic. Just finished it so I think I should go to bed soon. I want to be up before the service starts and hope I can watch it online. ::crosses fingers::
Gee, those nasal cilia can really trap ... stuff. Mind you, when I first showed up at the lake at 9:40, I had frequent bouts of coughing, as if all that fresh air were a foreign substance. But I got used to it eventually.

It was an odd day weather-wise. We'd have 5 minutes of a stiff breeze, sending droplets of lake water to sting (where I was relieved I'd worn my heavier wide pants and rolled the sleeves of my capelet down) followed by 5 minutes of scorching sun (where I'd roll the cuffs up and turn my back to the sun so that the black fabric would entice a generous application of healing heat). Interesting fact: my leg didn't hurt AT ALL while I was there. Mind you, I had a rough time making it onto the boardwalk (just to say I'd been at the start and finish marks, lol) because pushing a walker through damp sand is HARD AS HELL WORK.

I was pleased to see the friend I'd made a couple meetings ago show up with her mom (who lives with her in the hot weather and returns home to Jamaica when it's cold). My friend was wearing bling-y gold earrings and a pendant, while I'd deliberately left off any earrings and wore a red satin scarf tied Audrey Hepburn style. At least it was something.

After the walk, we had a great bbq. I was still full from yesterday, but enjoyed one great burger, along with a Coke, raw carrots, a fruit cup and two mini granola bars. Only much later did someone discover there were tomatoes. I'd ignored the lettuce because it was still in bags. Oops? I was so pleased to hear our President announce that we'd exceeded our financial goal. I was impressed. There are obviously a lot of supportive people helping the group ... and I'd helped too with my appeal. Yay for all of us!

I was expecting my ride home at 2:30. Janet and her mum had a 2:15 time. So I joined them on the struggle to get back to the pickup place. Better to sit and relax instead of hurrying. I was picked up at 2:20 and was home very quickly. So relieved and exhausted, but feeling so fine. I read for a while. Think I might start reading "Rogue One" tomorrow (so I can tell what happened in the movie). And, now that I'm home, my leg hurts. Listen stupid leg, you were behaving before. Sigh. Anyway, I'm hoping for lots of gorgeous sleep. Mmmmmmm.
Who? What? Hey, blondie, how come you're mad at Kissymas? Well, it's not the holiday per se, but the fact that I'm still using my Christmas red flannel sheet set and will probably still be using it for the foreseeable future. With the weather so unpredictable, and mostly cool, I don't dare switch to my regular cotton sheet sets. So I tug the set off, wash, then tug it back onto the bed. Along with the comforter, though I finally semi-discarded my penguin fleece. It's draped casually on the couch.

If you couldn't tell, laundry was my painful morning. I'd even woken up around 8 for a change. After I was done (and so was my body), I lay down in my nice freshly-made bed and read my murder mystery. I was so confused by the book but finally reached a point where it started making sense. The funny thing is that I've performed in this particular opera ("The Marriage of Figaro") and even flirted with the Count! The rotten man playing Figaro gets bumped off and I think I approve! Oops?

Otherwise I had a quiet day. Well, except for the case of the missing bra. Which is no longer missing as I found it on the couch while I was sitting there sorting through my skin care products. I'm also missing the special chilled neck wraps church-John bought me. I'm sure I've seen them ... somewhere. But that was ages ago. I hope I can survive church tomorrow without one. ::crosses fingers::

While I was resting mid afternoon, I decided to try to catch up on some of the multiple epis of Peppa Pig I'd recorded. I was delighted to see that there were NEW episodes. How wonderful! Perhaps I'll have some piggy dreams ... as soon as my painkillers kick in. ::pleads with the universe::
Let's add some simple sleep to those goals. Mind you, I was very irritated to wake up at 6:50 with BOTH hands in neuropathic agony. So where was my glove (the other one is lost somewhere between the bed and the ledge)? I guess it went to join its mate. I tried to snatch some more sleep while hiding my hands under the flannel sheet and comforter. Yes, I'm still sleeping under my winter covers. It might be getting humid during the day, but my hands suffer at night.

Finally got out of bed, hands feeling a bit better, at 10:45. Spent most of the day reading the Gaiman, also rested during the afternoon (while SuM was outside painting the back deck which will be open for business from tomorrow on). I'll have to see whether I can use the iPad successfully outdoors (though I worry about the heat from direct sunlight).

After 5, I finally roused myself and scrubbed the shower floor. Glad that's done. Watched the end of The Social (I guess it's like the Canadian version of The View) where they were featuring "Come From Away". Reminder to self: please record the Tony Awards tomorrow evening! And keep your fingers crossed. Then I just watched the usual news and two game shows. Finally, buckled down and actually finished the Gaiman. What a [insert appropriate swear word] relief! It was like "Alice in Wonderland" on magic mushrooms (not that I'd know what they're like). Remind me to not read any more Gaiman unless it comes supremely recommended. And is much less vividly violent. ::shudders::

Anyway, the day is nearly done. We're expecting a very humid day tomorrow. So I may be suffering. Sigh. Knock me out now, please.
Yeah, yeah, I aced Final Jeopardy! Even though I've never studied Greek (which Alex said would have helped). So, what was the answer? The category was Constellations. The brightest star in Sirius is the rival of the equivalent of Mars, the god of war. Naturally (okay, I'm stretching it), the question is "What is Antares?"

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

Did laundry in the evening and put my shower mats in the machine, too. That means I'll be scrubbing my shower tomorrow. Oh, joy, NOT. My fingers are already aching. And I let myself down today. I should have been checking out details about the Science Centre trip a week from tomorrow, but I didn't. Because too many things hurt and the last thing I want (or need) is to be trooping through a cavernous building (even worse, with several subterranean levels). The last time I was there was nearly two decades ago when I could still walk and see. Sigh. Well, I'll think about the special tour tomorrow morning. Just too ouchy tonight. Okay, back to reading.
* waking up way too early and staying awake
* admiring the shiny nature of the pink gold in my new bling
* reading more of "The Martian"
* receiving oodles of best wishes by text, e-mails, FB, in person and over the phone
* getting lots of gorgeous foodies (and wine) delivered
* revelling in the scent of "Euphoria" from my shower gel all the way to perfume (but where are my solid perfume and silky cream?)
* opening a bottle of Champagne like a pro (parallel to the floor, turning the bottle against the cork)
* drinking two flutes of bubbly (flutes courtesy of church-John)
* savouring smoked salmon on fresh artisanal bread
* eating overpriced blueberries
* staggering from the pain and weakness while doing the laundry BZZZZZZT. Wait! What? Oh, well, we all know that I mix chores in with indulging myself.

Yes, yes, it was, is, and shall be for the next few days, a celebration of my birthday. Hilariously, when a friend called me this evening and asked - out of curiosity - how old I was, I knocked TEN years off the total! Ha - I wish. My joints would be dancing with glee. At least the bubbly managed to contain the pain for a little while.

Anyway, I need to slide into bed, even if I spend a bit more time reading. But I'm worn out. Even spending the day pampered tomorrow comes with an expenditure of energy, being away from home, etc. Crossing my fingers. Night-night, all.
After all, it was an excruciatingly looooooong day that began (against my will) at 3:22 a.m. So, what did I do? Reached for my iPad to continue reading "Life of Pi". I'm getting closer to finishing it. Too bad it didn't start to engage me until about chapter 60 (of a 100). But I'm being stubborn in wanting to finish it. There may still be surprises.

It was really overcast when my driver picked me up at 9:00. I'd been so worried about rain, I completely forgot to adorn myself with my tropitcal scarf/sarong. Felt so plain as we sped up north. Ahem! Blind blond is still a better navigator than most. Why? Well, the driver got distracted by construction. I asked him what cross street we'd just passed. He replied "Broadway". Uh ... driver, that's NORTH of where I need to be. His distraction had made him think I was headed to the hospital further north. Sigh. But no prob, as I was early enough to sit and enjoy the sun - hey, where'd that come from?

Our meeting was AMAZING!!!!! First of all, our monthly guests provide us with a booster vaccination against depression. Whenever we're feeling down on ourselves because we can no longer do (or were never able to, if blind since birth), we're introduced to people who broke barriers and persisted. The retired lawyer, now activist, gave us a stumble down memory lane as he talked about the barriers just in studying to become a lawyer. Decades ago, he had to rely on monster reel-to-reel tape recorders and a human reading service that could only allot him a couple hours per week.

After our break, our leader told us of the fabulous trip planned for this year. This time, it'll be to Stratford Festival (I haven't been in decades), to see "Pirates of Penzance" with a hands-on costume and prop tour, lunch in the theatre lobby, and descriptive audio headsets, as well as a comfortable bus ... all for a reasonable price. The trip is set for Oct. 9 (the Friday before our Thanksgiving holiday weekend). I'm already soooo excited. Oh, John.... ::giggles:: I also found out more about the fund raiser for which I'll be posting a personal plea to my FB friends. I just have to write it. Before I left, I reconnected with the pleasant woman I'd met two meetings ago. We really do have to go out as we're so vivacious together.

When I got home, I had to deal with weird cats. The sun had disappeared and more rain was on its way. No wonder I was in so much pain. After I'd fed them, Ce-Ce started behaving oddly, even before the thunder came. She'd flattened herself against the floor and was trying to crawl under my door to escape. I tried to get by her, but she was too quick for me. She headed to the side of the couch where she hunkered down on the floor. Again ... weird. After she left (of her own accord), I started nodding off, from a planned 90 minute nap before the news, to dozing off in the next couple of hours. missing significant swaths of news. Sigh. But I got good mail: my new health card. Oh, look at the fuzzy picture. Would you believe I don't look much different from my employee ID from 4 decades ago (and then I was wearing a curly wig)? Not sure why the pic is so overexposed. Weird.
Why? Well, I woke up at - don't flinch - at 3:22 grotesque'o'clock. And, alas, stayed up as the alarm was set for 5:45.

Don't get me wrong: I had a FABULOUS blind group meeting. Our guest speaker was a blind lawyer (now retired) and disability activist (still fighting because the battles seem endless).

But, imagine (if you will) me staggering about, limbs flailing, exactly like a drunk marionette. You get the picture.

So I will try to leech my pain and gather my strength for tomorrow. Because nobody should ever resemble a drunk marionette.
Unfortunately, that's not how the universe works. Yet. At least I did manage to sleep all the way to 7:22. But the general run-down feeling (still stemming from not having used my walker on Saturday) will be with me for days. Sigh. And, speaking of misadventures, I sent a very VERY long e-mail to customer service of my rides provider about the tale of two cabs.

Tried to read some more of "I am Pi". Finally am appreciating some of the style. Gee, it only took about 37 chapters! Also worked on the game for my blind group. Then sent an e-mail to the leader about the concept of the hilarious word game we could play at the year-end party at the end of June.

Reconfirmed that my jeweller will drop off my pendant and restrung pearls on Wednesday. Obviously, I can't wait to see the final results, including a mechanical clasp - to replace the ridiculously fiddly, secured by a mere wire, clasp because - duh - people should always trust the security of something worth $1.5K to one skinny wire. Yay to no more worries.

Right not, I just need to go to bed so I can rest up before blind group tomorrow. Also, pain? Scram.
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.
I decided to stay up anyway so I could book my rides at 5. Still don't know why I didn't try sleeping after that, so I read and puttered around. That was my entire day apparently. Well, having a fun back-and-forth with Brian about aspects of our upcoming get-together; placing my grocery order; and chasing cats, too, including Grumpy who decided to remain AWOL. Decided against doing the laundry until SuM came home from work and breathlessly announced she was going away until Sunday afternoon. So, with the house to myself (and assorted cats), I decided to get it over with. At least I managed to stay awake for most of Jeopardy! But I did doze off earlier.

Had a meagre dinner (I think one warm bagel and the last glass of Sauvignon Blanc qualifies). But I'm not feeling hungry. After the laundry was done, the pain in my right leg began to leech out. I'm ready to head to bed and read for a wee bit. And, then, universe, please may I have some more (sleep)? I am SO crossing my fingers.
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