Because there aren't enough weird things happening in my life, I got an e-makl request from the admin of my meals provider asking me to call her as soon as. Well, I couldn't quite then because my cellphone was recharging. So I decided to try using SuM's phone. Only ONE problem. I'd never used that cordless before and couldn't see the display. Sigh. So I sent a reply saying I couldn't talk for a couple of hours. We kept e-mailing back and forth and I agreed to call her around 8. Well, she was busy (at home) when I called, so I waited until she called me back. We were on the phone for 48 minutes. OMG. It turns out she's having an interpersonal problem and was asking for my take on it. I gave her my advice. Let's see if it helps calm the situation.

The rest of my day was fairly calm. I slept in all the way to 8:16 which delighted me. Though the heat and humidity had broken, we were faced with torrential rains (more flooding of the river near me) and a sudden decrease in temperature. But not enough to convince Grumpy to show up. Sigh. That cat! I also sent an e-mail to my new friend at the blind group, asking if she was going to attend the next two functions ... and whether she'd like to go out for Chinese on the Saturday of the August long weekend. Alas, no reply yet.

Then I spent a really long time washing out my recycling. Yuck. But I got it ALL done. Unfortunately I was a little dozy when watching the usual TV shows tonight. Anyway, I think I'll return to reading "Rogue One" for a while. Tomorrow I plan to borrow a couple more library books. Whee.
Yes, she groans, I woke up at 4:45 feeling both cold and hot and couldn't get back to sleep. So I continued reading "Shrill" in bed. I finally got up a few hours later and opened the e-mail with the editing request. Oh, goody (as Peppa Pig would say), it was dead easy. Just a bit of tidying up in an invite to the Member of Parliament.

After that, I had brekkie and then relapsed back into bed. I guess that's where the 100 comes in. With the humidity, it felt like 100F today. So unpleasant. I guess that's why I dozed off to sleep for a couple of hours. Luckily, I woke up just in time to go kitty-hunting and feeding. Only two-thirds successful. There was also an e-mail of appreciation for the editing. ::beams::

I nodded off during the news (so I'm missing news, entertainment, and sports). I hope nothing happened today. But I managed to watch my game shows and tonight's MasterChef. I also finished "shrill". It was so stunning I'd actually like to own a copy - even if that's not all that impressive digitally. Anyway, now I have to try to catch up with what others were doing today. TTFN.
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, that's what I was left with after our brunch at a supposedly upscale restaurant in the Village. Church-John, church-Brian (as opposed to baby bro), actor-Cory and I had gone expecting to partake of Summerlicious. But they didn't do it on Sundays. Boo. So I had a leek and goat cheese omelette (very good), served with a huge pile of fried potatoes (so I had tons to bring home), also a side order of very crispy bacon and a Dark & Stormy. Still, it was enjoyable being with good friends in the afternoon.

It was a very busy day at church. I arrived at 9:00 and sat outside enjoying the breeze and listening to the glorious music. Sorry, Brent, but I couldn't hear your sermon twice (lol). A lot of people congratulated me on the honour of being featured on the cover of the order of service. When Brent breezed by at the end of the first service, he said it was a "nice" picture. Yeah, Brent, because I like to smirk at everyone! I was also on duty so, as I said, a very busy day.

I was happy to get home (with my pile of potatoes packed into a box fitted into a bag with handles), herd the cats into some semblance of order, feed them, then seclude myself in order to write my review. Thankfully, I managed to do it with fewer words than normal. After that, I was finally able to relax. Watched the news, then got back to reading and finished the third "Murdoch" book. I'm now moving on to Lindy West's "shrill".

I'm relieved I don't have to get up tomorrow - and hope my body will give me a break. No early morning shenanigans, pls. And, on that note (la), nighty-night, all.
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::
I woke up at 5:44. And stayed up.

I've been shivering all day long. No, I'm fine; it's the outside temperature that's plummeted 30 degrees F (that includes humidity) since yesterday. So, now I'm wrapped up in my cozy capelet, as I absolutely refuse to put on my (winter) velour top.

I've gotten accustomed to daring to take a nap without setting the alarm, relying on my body to take only a couple of hours. It worked again today (but, then, my alarm was out of juice).

My contact at the church confirmed receipt of my sekrit project and complimented me. Awww, shucks.

I had to restart Liblikas. When I reopened browsers, Chrome was acting up. First, ALL the tabs had a white background; then, when they returned to normal yellow-on-black, Gmail insisted on being black-on-white (aka glaringly unreadable). So I restarted again and this time ALL the tabs were behaving. I sent Brian an e-mail advising him that there had been no disaster or panic on my part. Whew. I also e-mailed church-John to see if we could do brunch after the Anniversary Sunday service, considering he'll be driving me home anyway. He agreed. Yay.

Finally, I've sunk into my first "Murdoch" book that involves his father (and his "sister" sister dies). As I was late coming to the TV show, I don't know whether these are novelizations based on the show's scripts. So, I think I'm going to return to reading and hoping for a slightly warmer day tomorrow. Snuggly nighty-night, all.
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 was that much of a blah (or blech) day. I slept in until 8:38, even with two cats around, but woke up frrrrreeeeezing. Then Grumpy came in, yowled at me to get my butt out of bed and feed him brekkie. Which I did. Then I returned to being lazy.

SuM got in around 1 IIRC, so I felt free to doze off after 2, not waking up until around 4:30. Read for a while (still slogging through "Rogue One" for the second time, absorbing more of the details), then got on the computer. Oops! I forgot about the 6:00 news, so watched it on Restart. Then my usual game show repeats.

As our Deputy Mayor died a couple days ago, there was an odd brief mention on the 6:00 news that there'd be many pols including the Mayor attending a service in her honour at our church tomorrow. Um ... is that an additional service, or are they just going to be there in the morning? Because we have a jam-packed morning and afternoon planned, what with the proposed new minister preaching, then a vote @ 1:00 to accept or reject him. Just where would we fit the pols in? Oh, well, I guess I'll find out in the morning.

I guess I'd better think about bed and actually go to sleep. Well, it's the logical thing to do.
Definitely good when I got my meals delivered and then my groceries. Only one pout because they were out of stock of pots of fresh basil (I'd ordered two). Sigh. I wanted the lovely scent. But, otherwise, tons of gorgeous fruits and veggies. Yay!

The other good thing was watching two epis of Jeopardy! (yesterday's and tonight's). One of the clues had to do with a "water pig", otherwise known as a capybara. Wow! Even without knowing that species description, I already loved this animal. I guess instinctively for me a pig IS a pig! BTW, there's a small zoo in the city from which two capybaras - nicknamed Bonnie and Clyde - escaped and went on an adventure last summer. The duo returned in their own sweet time and are now the parents of triplets. All together now, Awwwwwwww.

So, I'm in charge of the cats for two nights. I'm crossing my fingers that they'll be good while I'm sleeping. In the meantime, there's a new Savage Love column on which I wish to make a comment. So I'm off to write it. And, then, some more reading in bed. Nighty-night, all.
... 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.
Yes,yes. I'll take it. No need to wrap it up. Lol. Oh, I was desperate for a lovely day even if I had to trudge through wet grass (yuck) wearing open-toed shoes. Got to church at 9:15. Sat by the open doors at the back and listened to the beautiful Anthem. We were featuring Canadian composers/musicians, so had another terrific piece during the Offertory.

Just felt so relaxed after the service, but still anxious to get home. When I got in, I was surprised to see SuM still there. What happened to Niagara Falls for two nights? ::looks around:: Don't ask me. They decided to invite one of SuM's gal-pals and went out after 2:00. I have NO idea where they went, not that it matters because I don't have to worry about waking up tomorrow.

Managed to write my church review in the usual amount of time. After watching the news and repeats of Big Bang Theory (featuring Sheldon at his most obtuse - as if that were possible), I decided I really, really should do the laundry. So it's done. And, now, I can read for a while. I should get off the computer because I've been on FB for hours. I guess it's because so many people have been posting more frequently. ::pauses:: What-eva. Though, TBH, I really should proofread the article I copied on serious eye conditions. I'd saved the webpage but it was misbehaving. As I feared losing it (I'd already deleted the e-mail), I was frantically copy-typing everything (because C&P is horrible when there are photos in the article). I just want it done ... even if that particular vision loss group isn't meeting until the fall. So, perhaps ... tomorrow.
25. DeFede, Jim
The Day The World Came To Town


Such an uplifting account blending many voices of the real people (those whose airplanes had been stranded and the residents and institutions throughout Newfoundland) who were thrown together on 9/11, when 38 planes landed in Gander. I was so overcome with emotion, that I reread it before I had to return it.

26. Goldsborough, Robert
Murder In E Minor


My first Nero Wolfe (and sidekick Archie) book. Don't know whether I'll read another one. 'Nuff said.

27. Gaiman, Neil
Neverwhere


My first Gaiman novel. It'll be a while before I try another one, though I'd hope if I do I'll find a different sensibility. I had a really hard time with the violence of life "below" – even if it gave the protagonist everything he'd been lacking above in his so-far lacklustre life. But, especially after "Life of Pi", I just couldn't handle the rawness.

28. Truman, Margaret
Murder at the Opera


Yes, I checked. She was the daughter of Harry S. and lived in the White House for a few years. Didn't check for sure, but it seems as if all of her mysteries were set in the D.C. area. This one was weird, involving an al-Qaeda plot, stupid young musicians (from Toronto!), their deceptive musical agents (also from Toronto!), who got involved (the former inadvertently) in a plot to kill as many U.S. politicians on a single day with the pinnacle being the Pres. attending the opera and opera ball. Add loathsome spy handlers, people getting bumped off left and right (including suicide). No, I don't think I'll read any of her other ... mysteries.

29. Mitchell, Gladys
Death at the Opera


This was an odd, quirky story, set in a coeducational day school in England. The eventual victim, one of the schoolmistresses who funds the performance of "The Mikado" by the staff, is someone nobody really liked, even though she was an inoffensive creature. But her performance of Katisha was so unpleasant during the dress rehearsal that the ancient makeup artist (a former performer herself) decided to make things right by drowning her in the restroom between acts, thereby allowing the truly melodious understudy to continue on in the role. Lots of red herrings including a student who'd posed nude on school grounds for a sculpture by the arts master ... and other drownings.

30. Myron, Vicki
Dewey (the library cat)


Oh, my paws and whiskers. How I cried at the end of the book at the death of this cat after having read of all his triumphs and setbacks, his cattish ways and how he affected the lives of so many in one small town, eventually acquiring global renown. Added to this were the autobiographical hardships in the author's life (personal, financial, medical) that left me grateful that she'd had the companionship of this particular cat during his life (except for about eight weeks following his birth).

31. Peters, Ellis
Funeral of Figaro


A fascinating tale of an opera company, whose director (captain) and many of the staff (his former crew) had served on the same vessel during the war. "Marriage of Figaro" is but one of several operas the company is presenting. The singer playing Figaro is a despicable man (and it gets worse as we continue reading to the extent that we're basically glad someone killed him). He is murdered during a performance setting up many alibis. There are many suspects, including the director's daughter who'd been accepting Figaro's attentions and the woman who'd been married to Figaro (he'd used a different name and was willing to have her captured by the Nazis and sent to a concentration camp; yes, a real charmer, NOT). Add to the mix a police inspector who's trying to match the murder weapon (the "ornamental" sword worn by the director's daughter) to the most likely suspect. Lots of twists and turns, including an attempt on the inspector's life, to keep the reader entertained.

32. Siciliano, Sam
The Angel of the Opera
(the further adventures of Sherlock Holmes)


A strange mashup of the familiar Phantom story with touches of Holmesian capacity to solve a problem (actually two) neatly while exhibiting unexpected humanity and compassion for the Phantom. This is the author's response to the "What if" question. Well worth the read, even if you're getting bored by reading about the shallowness of the Viscount and Christine's obsession tinged with a religious fervor.

33. Freed, Alexander
Star Wars: Rogue One


Oh, how I wish I'd read this before or shortly after seeing the movie. There were too many characters so I had trouble telling them apart on screen (okay, so, yes, there were those that couldn't be anyone else: Jyn, K-2, Chirrut) ... but the rest are a blur in my mind. The book is huge because EVERYBODY gets their thoughts dissected.
I'm talking about Frits, a delightful Dutch man whose role in my chosen family was dear friend first - before he assumed the ceremonial role as one of my wedding attendants, acting as father-in-law. He had a quirky sense of humour (well, he'd have to, natch, being MY friend) and found all sorts of unusual piggy treasures to give to me. I'm relieved that I still have a couple of very small pieces that survived the gruesome downsizing. Dear Frits, may your spirit be encapsulated in a bright star that will shine down upon me with a familiar twinkle.

So, how did I find out? Our mutual friend (who is my jeweller) posted on FB that he was in a coma; he later added a post to say that he was no longer with us. The wonderful thing is that I had no idea I'd probably seen Frits in the late 70s when I used to go with a friend (after he got off from work at midnight) to the hoity-toity bar/restaurant nearby for some oysters and as many drinks as we could until last call. Speaking of oysters, back then, in a restaurant, they were $0.60/each or $7.20 a dozen. Cheap-cheap-cheap. And how was our mutual friend connected? Frits was the manager and hired him, first in a joe job until he was promoted to be a waiter. Small world, huh.

Just as well that I had no plans for the day. Luckily, the cats allowed me to sleep in. Diva was to the left of my head (I presume my head was too hot for her) and Ce-Ce was on the ledge near the foot of my bed. Grumpy was ... somewhere. SuM and her gf came back in the early afternoon, then took off again to the beach where they intended to watch the fireworks tonight. With the extra special holiday, there are fireworks happening in many, many places in TO. Hey, just let me get to sleep after midnight.

Watched my usual TV shows in the evening and then finished rereading just the prologue and epilogue of my Sherlock Holmes (Phantom of the Opera) book. Now I get to reread "Rogue One" to try to get accustomed to the characters' names. So, it's almost time to say goodnight. Well, after one (self-made) obligation.
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.
Brrrrrrrrr. I'm frrrrrreezing. This weather is so not my friend. But I had to get out of bed anyway. My meals were being delivered. And then I did a quick wipedown of the frost in my freezer. Oh, what a difference from my ancient fridge. This took me five minutes (okay, ten minutes tops). Such a relief.

But not so with feeling cold. I huddled under the four layers in bed, then finally located my velour top (still in the pile of clean laundry). Okay, finally feeling slightly better. Had some weird e-mail exchanges with church-John. Some of our friends want to join us at the theatre 13 days away. Hey, let's make it theatre followed by dinner. Sounds good to moi, the revived social butterfly.

I was shaking my head at the end of Jeopardy! because the player who'd otherwise been so good gave the wrong answer and lost. What was the clue: he bought (stated number) of land in Florida in 1957 under a fake name. This guy's response: Who is Trump? OMG, pick me up off the floor. So, Trump bought lots of land in FL - when he was TEN YEARS OLD?????????? Naturally (as both c-J and I guessed immediately), the answer was Walt Disney who used an alias so the sellers wouldn't jack up the price of the land.

I finally began to warm up after having a bowl of instant Asian noodles together with the rest of my wine (so, a small glass and a half). Now I'm feeling quite cozy. Anyway, I'm headed off to bed and reading. Didn't touch "Rogue One" at all today. I guess I didn't want to expose anything (not even a hand) while I was so uncomfortable.
Sigh. I could feel my pulse in my neck as I burrowed my head into my pillow trying to find a position where it wouldn't happen. Somehow (magic?) I managed to fall asleep but it certainly wasn't enough when I woke up at 5:40 ugh-o'clock.

But I was a happy camper off to my blind group meeting. I finished the word game and packed it up along with my iPad. Yes, I was experimenting, carrying it in an old designer handbag that had always looked and felt awkward. But it fits the iPad perfectly and the semi-long straps can hang off my walker handle. Total win for the blonde who just saved some money.

What did not please me was walking out onto a wet deck, then cringing as I stepped through soaked grass with open-toed shoes. Ick. I arrived at the centre really early, so tried reading my book in the lobby. Rats. There was too much glare from both the overhead lights and the windows. So I guess I won't be packing it any more.

The meeting was lots of fun. We played my game and there was lots of laughter. Now I have a whole year to come up with another one. Before lunch I paid for church-John's and my trip tickets. Yay!!! Lunch was terrific: a selection of subs, 'tater salad and a homemade pasta/quinoa/slivered veggie salad, cheese'n'crackers, a variety of cookies and cakes, and cans of drinks. Yum. My new friend Janet and her mom Avis sat with me. Janet is a scream: we're egging each other on. If I go to something, she'll come, too; and I'll do the same thing. She's coming on the trip but said she's also attending the pub night next Tuesday. So I decided to do it, too. Even though it's all the way across the city and I'll be getting home late. SuM had better leave the kitchen light on.

When I got home I e-mailed Janet, confirmed times, RSVP'd the group, booked my rides, exchanged more giddy e-mails with Janet. Yes, we're officially silly. Today I was lucky that Grumpy actually came inside the house when I called him. What a relief. Exchanged texts with SuM, and also with c-J about the trip.

Read a bit more of "Rogue One" and I should be sliding into bed soon and reading for a while. And, then, I'm hoping for some respectable sleep. ::crosses fingers::
Well, when I wasn't watching yesterday's church service and writing about it. Wasn't too thrilled to wake up at 7:35 (yuck) after staying up late. But I made myself do the summary and posted it while sharing the FB Live post. So glad that's done.

Then I got serious about reading "Rogue One". I had no idea that is such a long, looooooooong book. Mind you, I didn't know as I was reading on the iPad which doesn't show page numbers (unless they're in invisible print, not lol). But, as the iPad is just finishing recharging, I've switched to the desktop which DOES show numbers. Yikes! I guess I can see why, considering nearly everybody's thought processes are detailed. I wish I'd read this shortly after seeing the movie; I might not be as confused now.

And, speaking of reading, Happy Potter!Versary. I can't believe it's been 20 years, even though I didn't get into the books until at least 2002. Yes, I was slow to catch on but quick to catch up.

I loathed the weather today. In the middle of the day, we started getting rumbles of thunder and it got dark. And I got incredibly cold, so huddled under four layers of bedding - which still wasn't enough. It was horrible. And then I had to get out of bed to see where the cats were. Even though the deck was wet and it was chilly out, Mr. Grumpy refused to show up. Sigh. And only one cat was interested in food. Sigh again. But, hey, I took care of them the best I could. Then back to bed with me.

Apart from my usual TV routine, the best part of the evening was having two glasses of wine, one with hot soup, the second hours later with paté on a warm bagel. Only then did I finally feel warm. Anyway, I have to force myself to go to sleep early tonight as I'm being picked up at 8:35 ugh o'clock tomorrow. And I haven't finished my word game yet. Oops! And eeeeeek!!!
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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