So, guess who showed up at church at 9:00 a.m.? Yup. I did. But, blondie, how could that be? You were supposed to be picked up at 9:00 a.m. Well, the driver decided to be twenty-four minutes early. As I was ready (and just relaxing at my computer), I went. Luckily, as it was a spectacular day weather-wise, I loved sitting outside in the shade of a really old tree and listening to the service. The music was really clear, the spoken parts less distinct.

The service was - as should be no surprise - amazing. Church-John surprised me with a prezzie, an issue of Playboar magazine. He said he'd given Ash a copy of Catmopolitan! He also gave me a double-thick Sharpie as mine were fading. It's a bit clumsy to hold even if it has twice the capacity. But ... no pain killers. He said he'd get them for me in a couple of days and then drive over. So I suggested we might go to the dry cleaner so I could get my new coat sleeves shortened.

After the service, while I was sitting outside waiting for my ride, the photographer asked if this would be a good time to photograph me. I agreed, even though it wasn't with her lights and equipment. I'm curious to see how the piccies turn out as they're for a special project. If they don't out, then we can try again. When I got home, I decided to treat myself first to sitting out on the back deck again. And, after a long sit-down, I finally went inside to work on my review. It didn't take long, but then I wasn't going through Every. Single. Minute!

With no news (stupid football), I had nothing to watch until The Orville which I'd already set to record. I dozed off but woke up just as it was starting. More juvenile humour, but also some really funny stuff. So, yes, I enjoyed it and will rewatch for stuff I missed.

Now I think it's time to crawl into bed and read my new library book. Nighty-night, all.
Well, I first opened my eyes at 4:43. Bad body. Bad mind. I tried my hardest to fall back asleep, but failed, finally getting out of bed at 5:26. So, I had all this time ahead of me. I read, I sent e-mails to all and sundry, I eventually (like hours later) had brekkie. And watched as the hours crawled by. Did a load of laundry at noon, so I had nothing hanging over my head for the afternoon. Even after having marble cake and a Coke for lunch, I still felt like dozing off. That's how drained I am.

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

Watched my evening shows, then read some more. Tried on my new leggings (for tomorrow) and absolutely love them. Threw out a pair of ancient holey (like 3 decades? old) ones. ::shudders:: My outfit is prepared, my jewellery chosen. All I have to do tomorrow is fill my water bottle. But, oh, it's been a looooong day. Looking forward to the "S" word tonight.
... even if the sleep gods were being mean and stingy. Oh, sure, I got more sleep than the night before: all three hours and forty-seven minutes of it. Siiiiiiigh. So I read, foofed around on the computer, and rewatched The Orville until 8 (when the alarm was supposed to ring). After brekkie, I felt warm enough to jump in the shower and carried over my Euphoria indulgence by actually applying perfume to my wrists and behind my ears. Made me feel very special! Though it wasn't hot, it was mostly sunny, so I wore my oldest (holey) leggings with thin socks ('cuz I was hoping to try on boots), along with my mango-azalea slashed top. Church-John showed up at 12:30. First stop: just a few miles away to find me a fall coat. ::crosses fingers:: We couldn't find the store. Plazas in the suburbs are ridiculous. So frustrated, I handed c-J my phone so he could phone the store and get proper directions.

After we parked, c-J followed me into the store which I hadn't expected. The clerk found me the exact coat I wanted (it has wicked zippers and even a storm-thumb feature in the sleeve lining). Yay. I'll take it. I also added a couple pairs of leggings. Then I tried (to try on) knee-high boots. Yes, you may laugh now. I had to try to haul my right leg onto my left knee and slide the boot on. Fuggedaboudit. As Peppa Pig would say, "It's impossible!" There was just no way I could see myself doing it on my own. Sigh. So, we left the store, with me being mostly ecstatic.

When we got downtown, we finally visited the French resto our friend had recommended. We were seated in the front window, so we could see everything outside while still enjoying the oh-so-casual and nostalgic French music. I had an amazing meal, starting with Tuna Tartare on Avocado, French Onion Soup, two large glasses of French Rose. a Strawberry Crepe, and (total indulgence) a glass of Pernod Pastis (don't know if I spelled it correctly as c-J was reading the menu). OMG. What a blast. We both talked about how wonderful it is that we can enjoy ourselves with these outings, even though we can no longer cook or entertain the way we once did.

We had two more stops on the way home: to get me money from the bank machine and to pick up my red winter coat, fully-relined in dramatic black satin. Luscious.

When I got in, I collapsed (which should come as no surprise). All that wine and excitement! I managed to settle down to watch the news and my game shows. Then there were two hours of MasterChef. And, now, I'm trying to reverse the wee bit of nausea. Time for sparkling water, say I. And ::fervently crosses fingers:: hope for real catch-up sleep!
Even the weather cooperated! Nothing but sunshine all day long. Mind you, it was exceedingly dismal inside the church, so my visual acuity suffered significantly. Sigh. OTOH, the repair café was back in business after a month off, so I got my mesh laundry bag stitched back to full integrity! Though it had been cool, I compromised, wearing my long-sleeved stained-glass tunic, but still revealing my painted toenails. Vanity, dontcha know?

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

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

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

Now, hours later, I think I'd better have something to eat. Perhaps some chunky guacamole and tortilla chips? Sounds (and should taste) yummy!
I have had it up to here ::points to eyebrows:: with the cat-sitting. Well, at least I got to sleep until after 7:30 (which wasn't all that late, considering that I'd restarted Liblikas after midnight, then tested the speakers by watching "The Competition" for the umpteenth time. Movie finished at 2:12. Yes, you do the math.

Anyway, I was just feeding the three cats (even though Diva decided she was only interested in water) when suddenly there was a whole lot of hissing going on in the kitchen. Imagine my disbelief when I saw the new cat had crept out of the bedroom (does that cat have thumbs or something?), descended the staircase and entered the battleground. Seriously, cat, if you're freaked out by the others, WHY do you engage any of them?

So, trying vainly to dissipate World War Cat, I grabbed her (she so didn't like that) and headed for the hideous stairs. She wriggled in my arms and swatted my face, so I was forced to release her. At least she did run upstairs and (I think) into the bedroom. I followed and made sure the latch was engaged. If her front paws hadn't been declawed (from her original hell house), I would have definitely had a bloody face. Anyway, I was really fed up.

But I didn't have time to dawdle. With all of the cats barred from my place, I proceeded to do laundry. And then luxuriated in my Euphoria shower, with a little time for relaxation. I was thrilled to receive S's text around noon that they were on their way home. So, so relieved and exhausted.

Spent more time reading the Sawyer. Never expected it to get so complicated. And the danger was unexpected. Onwards I slog through it (with a few days left before it expires). I was so tired, I missed a lot of the news and my game shows. But at least there were new Peppa Pig episodes this afternoon (set in Australia). Right now, I think I'm going to have a couple of cookies along with my evening pills. Then think about church and what to wear and jewellery. You know, the important stuff, lol.
Not exactly the intended result. But, despite all the sitting, I emerge pretty. The hair's a slightly lighter colour and the nails are a titch more discreet (medium pink with gold sparkles on toes; high gloss nude-beige on hands). The other frustrating thing beyond the pain is that I decided to value my manicure more than my need to go shopping for a soap dish and detergent dispenser (I also need a half-sized ice cube tray). I was also running out of time, so sought a sunny corner where to sit outside before making my way slowly to the pickup point. Naturally, the supermarket was torturing me with huge pots of luxuriant fresh herbs outside. Sigh.

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

Anyway, I think I have to hit the bed as my sight is especially pathetic tonight. My eyes are so tired. Nighty-night, all. Oh ... the pain? Well, the massage chair was extremely uncomfortable and nobody could duplicate the excellent routine from last time on the remote. Sigh.
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First of all, I set the alarm for 9:00, in order to be the "early worm". It worked, as I managed to get through on the phone and get something done. SuM and S finally left, so I was queen of the realm again. I was still waiting for a call back from the custom sewing place and getting very frustrated as I wanted to get in the shower and then do laundry. But, with that hanging over my head.... Sigh.

Another sigh as I think the cats are stressed out over the addition of another cat into the household, though she's sequestered. Even always-hungry Ce-Ce is leaving food in her dish!!!

I finally gave up with waiting and headed for the shower. What a relief. Then I used Yelp to send a message to the custom sewing place, saying I'd left a phone message yesterday at 1:00 p.m. and what gives. Well, I got a reply VERY promptly, lol. As I'm already not thrilled with their response time and the procedure for custom sewing, I also have to procure the fabric myself. Screw that! So, I am making a monumental (for me) decision. I'm going to buy clothing online for the first time in my life. I'll just take very precise measurements. I'm going to buy at least two coats; I also need leggings and am looking at dresses I can shorten and wear as tops. I feel such a great sense of relief that I have - just in this area - solved one of my biggest obstacles. Whew.

Earlier in the day, I continued reading my graveyard girl book. It finally provided me with some emotional satisfaction. Though the author is driving me crazy, she definitely does express the whole teen angst big accurately.

In the evening, there was a two-hour double epi of MasterChef. Then I watched a segment from Good Morning America where they'd had the cast of "Come From Away" to sing the screechin' in ceremony.

While I was playing with my hair (trying to devise a less-frumpy style), I was looking for my brush that I haven't used in months. And I found my special crystal neck wraps to cool my body down. Yeah, right. Just as we're moving into fall weather. At least church-John should be relieved I found them. Anyway, I'm just pleased I can go to bed tonight without having anything hanging over my head.
Sometimes it pays to be behind on social media and not refreshing the page. But I was horrified to watch the 6:00 p.m. news and then to learn that one death had turned into three. I don't even know what to write; there are NO words for such intentional hatred.

Just as well that I'd slept in until 8:30. And my only duty was to look after the cats. Naturally, Grumpy had to give me kittens (not the cute kind) by getting caught in a sudden downpour and then ignoring my calls at both the front and back doors. He finally deigned to appear, sitting on the back deck, at 8:00 p.m. Luckily, there was enough light to still see him.

I'd originally wanted to watch "Galaxy Quest" but ended up having a regular low-key Saturday night, with the news and game show repeats. And it was pleasant having the company of cats, especially Diva who'd been sheared. Now she's so cold she likes to lie in the valley of the comforter next to my body.

Anyway, I'm going to treat my poor hands to a paraffin treatment. Even if I'm not on duty tomorrow, I'd like to have functioning fingers. What a concept, eh?
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Yeah, not entirely. Oh, the hair was a huge success. My hair wiz cut lots off - and yet my head is still covered in blonde curls. But the mani/pedi was less than successful. I'm not thrilled with my coffee-coloured toenails (with sparkles on top). And I've already wrecked one of my fingernails covered in sparkle-covered mocha. All I'd done was pull out my money and the nail polish got scraped. Yuck. At least I enjoyed a gentle massage of my feet (as the swelling finally goes down). And my massaging chair was amazing, once one of my two techs figured out the best deep massage that didn't include my head, but did roll under my butt. OMG.

I was done so quickly with the beauty part of my mall visit that I had lots of time to go to the drugstore and stock up on beauty supplies. Yay. And I finally picked up a couple of sammidges, eating one (turkey salad with bacon) while waiting for my ride at 3:45. My driver was early and I rewarded him by giving him a sekrit route that avoided ALL the rush-hour traffic.

I collapsed when I got home, then watched some TV. I also called my own pharmacy to get eyedrops. I asked for delivery for tomorrow, but was offered tonight which I jumped on. Better to get things over with. So I sat in SuM's living room, watching TV, and monitoring activity under the porch light. The delivery guy finally showed up around 8:30. SuM also texted me so I'd know when they were getting in tomorrow. It's late enough that I can do laundry after my groceries are delivered. Also a scheduling yay.

Now I deserve a lovely sleep. ::crosses fingers::
First of all, body (yes, I'm talking AT you), I didn't appreciate being woken up at 4:40. The alarm is set for 5:45. Can you tell the difference? Sigh. Anyway, I got ready and put on my pretty pearls with added bling. My ride wasn't until 9:15, so I had a bit of time to relax. As I seemed to be on a completely different schedule, I didn't arrive at church until 9:55.

Church was - as always - fabulous. Our Presider gave us "blanket permission" to dance during the Offertory - a Mamma Mia medley! I had to giggle as my jeweller was in attendance and made a beeline for me to compliment me on the goods. I also received another compliment and told the person that it was my melted down wedding rings ... which she thought was cool.

Church-John gave me the ticket for Brent's retirement bash. I'll have to pay him next week. And arrange for him to take me up north to get my brakes fixed.

So, blondie, where's the excruciating pain, already? Patience, grasshopper, here it comes. When I arrived home and stowed my walker in the garden, I walked up the back deck steps and reached for the back door knob. It. Did. Not. Move. Arrgghh. SuM had left on vacation and locked the back door (for which there is no key). So I had to not only hobble back down the driveway, but gingerly climb up the steps and try to open the screen door at the same time. The same screen door that is not secured, so it will flap all the way open. It's a wonder it didn't break off. By the time I got in, I was in so much pain, especially in my feet.

But I couldn't relax, as I had my review to write of the service. Sometimes I amaze myself and this was one of those times. When I finished, I fed the cats, and then - just before I collapsed - I sent a long e-mail to my blind group. They were asking for feedback and ideas. Oh, boy, did I give them feedback! I still hadn't had any lunch. I then watched the news (and dozed off). Then I watched Big Bang Theory - an epi from 2014. It guested James Earl Jones and Carrie Fisher. I enjoyed it so much, I watched it again!

The pain was more than enough to derail my appetite. I ended up eating a few mixed nuts and small containers of yogurt. And swallowed my pills down with a can of Coke. That was it. I'm just waiting for my ankles to feel less paralyzed, because it's very unpleasant - on top of the screaming pain. I'm just hoping the cats will let me sleep in. Only way to find out is to go to bed. Good idea.
Okay, let's just derail that question. I was in so much pain that I spent most of the day in bed. Not only that, but my hands stank of all the cleaning solutions I'd used yesterday, even after I'd used my Euphoria shower gel. Urgh. It was only in the evening that the situation (well, both of them) improved, when I gave my hands a welcome soak in my paraffin bath. Ahhhhhhh.

I wouldn't be surprised that my reading (trying to get through "Rogue One" before it expires) was derailed because of my dual aggravation. Sigh. It's funny though that I found out from SuM that she also likes Euphoria. As she put it, she liked the fact that it avoided smelling traditionally girly. Well, I don't even think of it in those terms. For me, it's both sensual and dramatic.

Speaking of dramatic and sekrit, I worked on my second special project for the church and sent it off. Yay for me. After watching and falling asleep during the news, I watched my game show reruns, a wonderful repeat of Murdoch Mysteries involving spies and our first PM; then I just kept watching whatever was on the same channel. It was a show? about a woman who has special powers in seeing dead people and helping others with their loss (or solving crimes). Well, that's what I got out of it.

Okay ::puts on long-suffering face:: it's back to "Rogue One" and then beddy-byes.
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Arrgghh. So not a respectable time to wake up. But, as I couldn't breathe, I stayed up and grabbed the iPad. Good thing I have a Trek story to slog through. I was surprised to hear SuM wake up and drive off shortly after 7. Huh? Was she going to work or away overnight? I determined by the low level of cat food in the container that it must be work.

Lethargy finally caught up with me around 1:15. I dragged myself back to bed for a two-hour nap. Oh, that felt good. Even though I'd watched our new pastor via my computer yesterday, I ended up watching the entire recorded newscast. It felt weird to watch another station as I'm so used to the on-air personalities of my regular station. The unintentionally hilarious thing is that his interview was shown immediately before a report of a mega-thousands convention of Jehovah's Witnesses here in TO. ::rolls eyes::

I ended up taking another inadvertent nap after watching my game shows, but only for a titch past an hour. I'll still keep my fingers crossed that I get decent sleep tonight. And, speaking of fingers, I just took the sparkly polish off and I'm going to give my hands a paraffin bath before sleep. Aaaaaaaaah.
Despite the only disadvantage of waking up at 6:00 to be ready to go to the mall, I had a most relaxing day. Got the hair cut shorter. I don't necessarily like the look of it, but it needed to be shorter while we're being pestered with heat and humidity. Good thing I asked my stylist if she takes a summer vacay. Nope, she's gone in October, so I shall adjust my appointments accordingly.

Then my poor feet and hands were pampered. A new thing was getting a salt scrub on my feet to remove dead skin. It actually felt nice (much better than the pumice-like scraper). ::shudders:: I chose a dark pink for the toes with sparkly gold overcoat; and a lighter pink for the hands, also with the sparkly gold. I've decided to switch every single month. I figure I'll be down to dramatic charcoal by November.

Had just enough time to stop in the supermarket for a sandwich, egg'n'tater salad, and a ring of tiger shrimp with cocktail sauce. The menu for tonight was shrimp cocktail and a glass of white wine. To make upfor the missing basil in my grocery delivery, I bought a way-overpriced pot of organic rosemary. My fingers smelled wonderful from my fondling of the little trees!

SuM texted me that they were going to stay over another night because the traffic was gruesome. And here I flew home in contrast. Well, not to worry. The cats are safe (if bored) with me. Still, it means another sleepover. Yay.

Decided to tire myself out by doing the laundry while watching my game shows. Awww. The current $100K+ Jeopardy! champ was knocked off. How could he not have guessed "Lapplanders"? Anyway, I'm drooping, so should do the bed thing soon. Nighty-night.
Yay also for the cats letting me sleep in until around 9:30. That was most gracious of them. I had an oddly discombobulated day. No pressure to do stuff. Finally got in the shower after 2:00 and exited with no intent to style my hair. Yup, no product (as I'm getting my hair coloured tomorrow morning).

Church-John finally gave me a pickup time of 6:30. It was another hot, sunny day which I enjoyed briefly as I sat waiting for him. Oh, look. Our mutual friend was in the car, having returned from a couple years' visit to Taiwan. We were among the first to arrive at church and sat in the first row of desks (the meeting was in our LGBT high school in the basement).

The proposed pastor was introduced to us after we heard about the selection process. He spoke for a while, then entertained questions from a large-ish audience. After that, there were refreshments at which time people could approach him. As I had my walker and the desks were arranged in a square, I didn't even try. C-J brought me a coke and a couple pieces of baked goods. But, after that, as we were still there, I got to meet Jeff for myself. I reminded him that I'd friended him on FB and what I do best in my volunteering. Naturally, I'm hoping the vote on Sunday will confirm his election by an overwhelming majority. ::crosses fingers::

Anyway, I was happy to be home (later than expected) and safely escorted inside by c-J. Now I really should think about bed. ::thinks about bed:: Yes, I am silly. A lot. Also having lovely thoughts of the harbour boat tour as Brian confirmed he bought my ticket, so we're all set for an hour of fun. Let's end the day with another yay!
First of all, I was very, VERY bad last night, staying up until 3:00 on the computer. Oh, well, I figured I'd catch up on my sleep in the morning. And so I did. When SuM left on her overnight trip, I kept the cats out as I was determined to do at least one chore. And I did. Even though it was semi-simple, I had to pull out a screwdriver from my tool chest. After I was done, I rewarded myself with a decadent shower in Euphoria. Uh ... blondie, what's so decadent about that? You always use Euphoria. Ah, but this time, after I'd scrubbed with the nylon-thingy-on-a-stick, I took the empty bottle of Euphoria which I'd filled with water in order to get every last smidgeon of shower gel out ... and I squeezed it out all over. ::jumps:: It was c-c-cold. But, hey, it was a silly way to use up all the good stuff.

I was also a happy camper when I booked all my girly appointments for next Friday, and then booked my rides. Really looking forward to it. I may have more on my social calendar next week as our new pastor candidate is going to have a couple of meet-and-greets, one in the evening and one next Saturday afternoon. I'd like to do Saturday so hope church-John might be up for it, too.

Tonight's Jeopardy was hilarious (and incomprehensible to most Americans watching). Alex was wearing a signature "Canada 150" sweater and spoke of how our country is celebrating its 150th birthday tomorrow. So he suggested that both countries (considering that we're still allies and friends and stuff) should just celebrate ALL the days from July 1st to 4th inclusive. Yeah, Alex, sure.

And, yes, the wine helped relax me together with a couple servings of cream of chicken soup. Though I'm wondering whether my palate is now rejecting Sauvignon Blanc as too dry. Very strange. I'm going to suck on a throat lozenge just in case. Weird body is ... weird.
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.
So, I still got wet, but I do dry off, lol. After I got to church and Jan arrived, we decided to go back outside to get some fresh air. Lo and behold, the sun was coming out. It was fabulous, with a tiny hint of a breeze.

Church was amazing. The music superb. I was on duty and found out later that I'd been on the webcast while serving communion ... and there were these adorable painted toenails sticking out of my open-toed shoes. Awww. I asked church-John whether he might take me to Canadian Tire (the one in my 'hood) some time this week. I have a whole bunch of summer-related sprays, etc. I need to get. I also suggested we could visit the new restaurant I'd been to. I'd really like that. There was a surprise at the end. The search committee for a new senior pastor presented the successful candidate (who still needs to be voted in). He's a United Church minister from the prairies. He's young, has a quirky sense of humour, and seems to enjoy saying naughty things (as does Brent). He'll be here in two weeks' time. Yay!

When I got home, naturally, I had to write my summary. It took a very long time. Sigh. But I was pleased with it. Then, when SuM came home from work, she texted me, saying she'd like to donate to my blind group. Yaaaaay! So she gave me a cheque.

In the evening, I didn't do much other than watch the news. Stayed on the 'puter, read my "Figaro" mystery for a while, and just vegged. At least I'm feeling mostly cool. Anyway, time is fleeting. I'm going to finish my Perrier, then go back to reading. Looking forward to a mostly lazy day tomorrow.
Because it was a scorcher, the blonde didn't wear her precious pearls, not wanting to have sweat, oil, and melting hairspray dripping down on them. So, instead, I wore my dramatic designer huge crystal necklace. Along with my ancient, ripped (but not where that could be seen) leggings.

Church was - as usual - a thought provoking experience. We definitely don't leave our intellect at the door when we enter. I was also thrilled to get my mini-tote bag fixed at the Repair Café. Yay! And had a lovely (boobeliscious) hug with an old friend who'd just celebrated being cancer-free. I'm so thrilled for her. Didn't know what was happening as church-John wasn't in church. And no text either.

After church, I sat outside in the hot sun and let my poor joints and muscles soak it up. After about 10 minutes, I was done. Luckily, my cab showed up. When I got in, I was confronted with a pet emergency as SuM and her gf met me at the front door. Turns out the gf's cat, summering with her parents, disappeared. So they decided to drive up and try to search for the cat themselves. And I'm nominated to take care of the three mischief-makers (including Mr. Grumpy whom we're definitely not letting outside as his disappearance last summer caused us much anxiety).

After I wrote my church review (it felt shorter than usual), I finally got to relax. As I didn't want to be handcuffed to the TV, I recorded the Tony Awards and have been watching. And hoping. Obviously for a win for "Come From Away". I'm about 40 minutes away from the end, and believe it's won only for Best Direction. But there was some technical weirdness with lots of hissing, so who knows. Anyway, I'll be getting back to watching as soon as I've posted.
OMG. I'm old. It's no wonder I feel so wiped out just from being treated. Anyway, I survived, lol. Though the day started out drizzly and cold (ack, rain, don't drip on my hair), we ended up with a majorly sunny though cool and breezy afternoon. I was thrilled to wear my new "designer" jewellery (though the wee jewelled flower which is part of the clasp refuses to lie flat against my neck; do I need lessons in ::giggles:: product placement?). Church was - as usual - fabulous. After church, I had to hang around waiting for Ash and church-John to finish their once-monthly volunteer duties, counting the offering. So I indulged in the smallest piece of birthday cake. And waited. Normally, I don't get a chance to observe a lot after church as I have to be out the door to catch my ride. But, today, I watched as people seemed reluctant to leave the social hall despite the clock hands climbing toward 2:00. There were several tables set up and still active: Trans awareness, Trans Pride, Social Justice Network fund-raising environmentally friendly steel water bottles, a T-shirts for Pride table, and finally the Children's sewing class.

Finally, Ash and c-J were finished (of course there had been discrepancies in the count), so we could go to my fave brunch place in the village (Café California). As I still felt stuffed, I ordered a Western Cmelette (with calming, healthy eggs) along with Canada's Hangover Cure (aka a Bloody Caesar). Now I wasn't hung over, but thought my stomach would absorb its prophylactic properties! The restaurant was really sweet. Hearing it was my birthday, they presented me with a slab of chocolate cake (with mango? cream and white chocolate? cream). I shared it with c-J while Ash had just a smidgeon of the cream. I finally spilled the details of the blind group's fall trip and c-J is VERY interested. Turns out he's never seen the G&S operetta either. I thought we should both brush up on the lyrics before we go as they'll be delivered at a really fast clip.

Then it was time for the sleepy blonde to come home. I wasn't just sleepy, I was lethargic, much too incapable of writing my review. So I made a placeholder FB post, letting people know I'd write it tomorrow, blaming birthday "fatigue". I tried to read for a while (this time a Nero Wolfe mystery), but was too tired. So, after the 6:00 p.m. news, I dozed off for a couple of hours. I also found out inadvertently who'd won MasterChef Canada. Oh, terrific, it's the contestant I was rooting for. Now I can enjoy watching the Finale in peace. Yay. When SuM came home from work, I asked her when she thought we should go to dinner (obviously, the last thing on my mind). She suggested Thursday. Oh, thank goodness. I may be hungry by then, lol. Now I'm looking forward to sleeping in (please, universe) tomorrow morning, then lounging around. And possibly getting around to making that big salad.
So, back to yesterday. It was a glorious day out, with sun and reasonable temperatures (meaning better than a few measly degrees north of freezing). I was picked up early by an impatient driver but still was happy to arrive at the mall around 9:45. My stylist spotted me; then I went next door to the salon to choose my nail polish colour.

The experience this time was more relaxing. I had a comfy chair at the "marination station" while the colour was absorbed. When she'd washed it out, she left the conditioner in for at least 15 minutes to repair my hair. Then she started cutting. I'm still not happy with the cut. I need for it to look like the magnificent do I had two months ago. I think my hair'll have to grow a bit longer. Still, I asked for a lighter blonde shade ... and got it! Yay.

After picking up ::coughs:: "lunch" (a milk chocolate with almonds bar), I walked back to the nail salon. They did things differently than other nail salons. One feature was dropping a hot towel over feet (also hands) before the massage. Though I'd nixed the massage over broken foot/leg bones, she was amazing with my hands, performing deeply penetrating manouevres along with multi-directional wrist stretching. Using that apricot & aloe vera cream. Mmmm. Although the colour I'd chosen (gold beige) was more gaudy than I'd wanted, it's still nice to have properly tended nails. And, hey, I can choose something more discreet (hey, blondie, since when are YOU discreet?) next month.

After I was done in that part of the mall, I still had time to kill. So I picked up 4 frozen French Onion Soups at M&M (on sale, even) heading to the supermarket where all I got was a tub of potato&egg salad and a prepared Black Forest ham wrap. I ate half (oh, nutrition!), then went outside to wait for my minivan, expected at 3:50. It was a few minutes late, but I was just relieved to be on my way home.

When I finally had dinner, it was one of the French Onion Soups accompanied by a flute of Champagne. [Still one flute left.] I was very fuzzy and so sleepy. I couldn't pay attention to the finale of MasterChef Canada so will watch it another time. I dozed off while watching a rerun of MacGyver. After waking up and posting, I stayed up until ... 3(?). Why? I don't know. Hey, I'm blonde (again), so I can do whatever I want. Well, within reason. Anyway, now that I've posted, I can return to finishing reading "The Martian". Also a huge yay!
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