Bacon News: as I was walking home from work I saw an add for a McDonald’s burger on a bus. There was bacon on the burger. Then I was thinking about what to have for supper: perogies? No I’m out of bacon. Then just as I was thinking this, a woman walked past me who said to her friend “and she likes to have that with bacon.”
It’s a bacon prophesy, I think.
My weekend was good and restful. The result of the latter is that instead of lounging in bed for 1/2 hour after my alarm went off this morning, I jumped right up, ready to go. “I have to get up today” was the thought in my head as I did this. Helping also, besides the three days off I just had, was that it is warm and spring-like outside. Most pleasing. I can wear my spring clothes when it’s like this.
Unexpected development: I keep making up poop jokes, laughing at them, and then forgetting them. Or at least forgetting why they were so funny.
After writing that last entry (and I had to check just now to see if I had written about this already…) I noticed that “Little Dorit” was on TV. (And I almost typo-ed it as Little Borit, which wouldn’t be far from truth.) I put that on and made books. Books of blank paper because I couldn’t find a new one now that the one I was working on is full. These ones will last a while: four sections of 6 pieces of paper folded in half. They are while paper so I’m feeling a bit overwhelmed. I also used up a whole roll of shelf paper covering them: literally, I even used up the triangle scraps from folding over the corners. I am thrifty and neat.
Here is a photo of the achievement described:
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One problem I have with Little Dorit, which isn’t really a problem, is that lots of the actors have been in other literary adaptations I have watched. Or in Dr. Who. “I’ve watched too many of these things,” I said to myself, and then “Just go find The Doctor, Martha, and fly into space.”
Sunday is food day. I went for groceries this morning, in what I consider a pleasing habit: going for groceries at Oxford Foods on Sunday morning. Ox. Foods is just down the road from my apt so it’s easy and quick. Especially good is that they have my cheese now, too, so I don’t have to make the trek out to Save-On to get it (not that I mind going to Save-On, it just takes a lot of time on the bus. That and I also go to Wal-Mart while I’m at it and I can never resist Wal-Mart.)
The only thing is that Ox. foods didn’t have any chicken for my sandwiches (to be made on Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Bread.) They had something called “mock chicken” but I didn’t understand that and my confusion made me scared so I didn’t get it. So later I went up to Wellburn market, where they actually have a deli counter, and it is here that I got my chicken. Also ketchup chips, because I wanted some last night.
One thing about Welburn’s, and probably the reason I don’t go there very much, is that they have lame customer service. Whenever I go there (and this is probably my own fault since I’m only there on Sunday afternoon when it’s slow) the cashier I choose is having a conversation with the cashier behind her at the lottery counter. It doesn’t matter if it’s a different cashier, she will always be talking over her shoulder to the cashier at the lottery counter. And therefore not paying attention to me. Not that I need much attention, but you know, enough to know that I’m not bothering them by wanting to buy my food and leave. Whenever I’m walking away from the store I’m thinking to myself how they could improve their customer service. And also this time I had my own bag, and the cashier I chose to go to didn’t think that she had to pack my bags for me since I had brought my own bag. She even gave me a look that suggested that she was ready for the confrontation that was coming should I have decided to complain about it. Customer service tip: pack my groceries for me in my recyclable bag like they do at Oxford Foods. I like Oxford foods better even though it doesn’t have a deli counter.
Now I have sandwiches made for the week on aforementioned bread with aforementioned chicken. I have fruit, and also raisin squares. I just made the raisin squares and they are cooling on the counter. They may be a bit squishy for my lunch, but I’ll try putting them in the fridge and see if they harden up. They taste quite a bit like oatmeal with raisins, as these are the main ingredients. Oatmeal with raisins is what I have for breakfast most mornings.
I also have sweet pickles packed.
Also pleasing is that the cherry blossoms are out! And the trees outside my apartment have buds on them, too. They aren’t cherry trees, they’re something else, tall enough to be level with me on the fourth floor.
6 hours later: I’ve unpacked all of my spring and summer clothes. I thought I had unpacked them all last week but no. I found more. So the good news is that I have a lot of spring and summer clothes and really have no excuse to buy more (no room to put them). The bad news is that I have a lot of spring and summer clothes and really have no excuse to buy more. Shoot. I also, since I’m on the topic of clothing, have an excess of dance wear. So no reason to get new stuff there, either. I guess I’ll have to spend all my extra money on books and craft supplies instead.
Have I talked about my Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme Bread yet? I made it last night. I’m going to make chicken sandwiches on with it for lunch this week. Clever? Yes. Tasty? I don’t know yet because I don’t have any chicken.
My apartment is sunny and bright with the evening sun shining in. Also it’s very warm. Not only that but I’ve bread baking – and not just any bread but herb bread. I didn’t need a scarf today when I went outside, and apparently not gloves either as I took them off. I like spring.
I also like clean laundry, which has already been put away.
I also like vanilla soy milk in my tea, as I try pimping to anyone who comes over and has tea. One taker, one ‘plain tea’ so far. There Will Be More.
I found my poncho.
It takes 12 minutes to walk from the Royal Theatre to my house.
I think Floor Barre has changed my life. My dance life anyway. Thanks to this class I now have usable stomach muscles. I don’t know if my flexibility is any greater than it was when I started, but that’s a sadness in my life that I have grown to accept.
I fear that I have lost some of my youthful inhibition when it comes to writing my journal entries. Or maybe it’s from knowing that it is on a publicly accessable internet site? I used to report on everything I did in my day and then how I felt about that, and how I felt about anything else that was going on. Now I report the occasional cleverness but little more. I know after a while of full on daily or semi-daily reporting, I may have grown bored and realized that many days were very much the same. For example, around 1999, 2000, 2001 or so my journal consists of what school work I didn’t do, and what Kenshin episodes I had watched. Funny, yes, but pretty boring.
For the record I haven’t watched Kenshin for a while, even though I have all the good episodes on CDs.
My new year’s resolution this year was to start writing in my blog once a day, which lasted one month (we can always look at the archives to see how this goal went…).
For the longest time I could, on any particular day, go back and see what I was up to a year ago. I miss that.
My hair is so long it’s distracting me from work. Seriously. I missed a call today because I was preening.
Oh just kidding but I came pretty close.
I’ve been lying in bed each morning and not wanting to get up because I am warm and cozy. I continue to dream until it’s well past the time I would usually consider too late, and then I get up an rush around to get ready. I don’t know how to make my bed less cozy, so I guess this is going to have to continue.
I watched “Watchmen” on Sunday, and actually, the big blue penis wasn’t as important as everyone I talked to about it prior to seeing the movie made it out to be. Dude was just naked. Or maybe since it was hyped up for me I was expecting more. I watched for it for like half an hour before I got a good view, but really, no big deal was made of it. (And that’s my review of the movie.)
I have to find out the hours of the Bay Cafeteria and post them at my desk. They have weird hours, at least at dinner time, and as this is becoming One Of My Favorite Places To Eat, I should know when I can and cannot go. For example, the downtown Victoria Smitty’s restaurant closes every day at 3pm, so no dinner. Also, in my own neighbourhood, Rosie’s diner closes at 8. So dinner, but no on Monday because it’s closed (at least last time I checked.)
i'll try to be better. i promise 