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... leave me with the taste of ashes in my mouth? Please, universe, 'splain it all to me. Unfortunately, it's not even all that complicated. It's the cold. And paaaaaaaiiiiin. Where? My poor, cramping skin-and-bones fingers.
But let's return to happier times, aka this morning. I was stirring with discomfort a few minutes before 6, so was ready for BOTH alarms I'd set. My new phone alarm works well. <----- = understatement.
I dragged my blow dryer out of its cubby and plugged it in the bathroom. I found my ::shrieks:: winter boots. At least heating nearly every bit of apparel made getting dressed quite cosy. Naturally, I was too stubborn to wear a coat, so relied on an extra layer (turtleneck sweater). But, surprisingly, with the sun out, it wasn't too bad. When I got to church, I took a few more piccies of the flowers outside the door.
The service was fabulous, as always. Church-John surprised me with news, that his cat isn't doing well with his new Cabbagetown living situation, so she's still in his condo where he visits her every day. I asked if he could drag me along to see both her and it. Why? Because he's planning to move back to the condo. ::crosses fingers:: That means I'll probably have a ride home on Christmas Eve. Hey, it never hurts to plan ahead.
Speaking of planning ahead, I'd decided to attend the Blessing of the Animals service next Sunday afternoon. I was even going to snap a piccie of the cats for Brent to bless. And I'd asked one of my oldest friends to have lunch with me around the corner (at the Vietnamese place). DS is from a German background, but reads several languages. He and I used to participate in the Pentecost Sunday readings. While I did Polish and Latin, he'd read in ... Japanese! It was SO cool. He and I have also been calling each other "Little one" (what Lwaxana Troi used to call her daughter Deanna in ST:TNG) like forever. It's cute.
Before the service, I'd been talking with this very young, flouncy-bouncy, very friendly guy. Apparently we've talked before, but – hey – blind blonde wasn't aware of that. After the service, I got picked up before my honourary mommy did. Woo-hoo, I crowed. I won the lottery. The driver had me sit in the front seat and took me straight home. That drive felt SO good. First, there was heat on in the cab and the sun came back out. So I felt amazing when I got home. I even managed to take the garbage out.
And, then, the heavy clouds returned, along with dropping temperatures. By mid afternoon, I was feeling miserable. Enough to send DS a fb message cancelling our lunch plans for next Sunday which means I won't be staying for the special service either. I even fed the cats two hours earlier, at 5, just so I could go to bed and huddle under the covers. I dozed and napped, though not well, until nearly 11 when my fingers roused me. Is it any wonder I'm irritated beyond belief? After all, it's ONLY September. If I'm in this much discomfort when the temperatures are in the 40s-50s, how bad is it going to get? Inquiring minds do NOT want to know. Anyway, this is the grumpy blonde stomping off into the kitchen for something hot to drink. STOMP-stomp-stomp.
But let's return to happier times, aka this morning. I was stirring with discomfort a few minutes before 6, so was ready for BOTH alarms I'd set. My new phone alarm works well. <----- = understatement.
I dragged my blow dryer out of its cubby and plugged it in the bathroom. I found my ::shrieks:: winter boots. At least heating nearly every bit of apparel made getting dressed quite cosy. Naturally, I was too stubborn to wear a coat, so relied on an extra layer (turtleneck sweater). But, surprisingly, with the sun out, it wasn't too bad. When I got to church, I took a few more piccies of the flowers outside the door.
The service was fabulous, as always. Church-John surprised me with news, that his cat isn't doing well with his new Cabbagetown living situation, so she's still in his condo where he visits her every day. I asked if he could drag me along to see both her and it. Why? Because he's planning to move back to the condo. ::crosses fingers:: That means I'll probably have a ride home on Christmas Eve. Hey, it never hurts to plan ahead.
Speaking of planning ahead, I'd decided to attend the Blessing of the Animals service next Sunday afternoon. I was even going to snap a piccie of the cats for Brent to bless. And I'd asked one of my oldest friends to have lunch with me around the corner (at the Vietnamese place). DS is from a German background, but reads several languages. He and I used to participate in the Pentecost Sunday readings. While I did Polish and Latin, he'd read in ... Japanese! It was SO cool. He and I have also been calling each other "Little one" (what Lwaxana Troi used to call her daughter Deanna in ST:TNG) like forever. It's cute.
Before the service, I'd been talking with this very young, flouncy-bouncy, very friendly guy. Apparently we've talked before, but – hey – blind blonde wasn't aware of that. After the service, I got picked up before my honourary mommy did. Woo-hoo, I crowed. I won the lottery. The driver had me sit in the front seat and took me straight home. That drive felt SO good. First, there was heat on in the cab and the sun came back out. So I felt amazing when I got home. I even managed to take the garbage out.
And, then, the heavy clouds returned, along with dropping temperatures. By mid afternoon, I was feeling miserable. Enough to send DS a fb message cancelling our lunch plans for next Sunday which means I won't be staying for the special service either. I even fed the cats two hours earlier, at 5, just so I could go to bed and huddle under the covers. I dozed and napped, though not well, until nearly 11 when my fingers roused me. Is it any wonder I'm irritated beyond belief? After all, it's ONLY September. If I'm in this much discomfort when the temperatures are in the 40s-50s, how bad is it going to get? Inquiring minds do NOT want to know. Anyway, this is the grumpy blonde stomping off into the kitchen for something hot to drink. STOMP-stomp-stomp.
