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Month: June 2009

  • Lindsie’s Rules for Walking Down the Street.
    1) Smile at passers by.
    2) Do not talk to self.

    I’m having trouble with the latter today. But I can’t help it if I have things to say and no one in particular to say them to.

    I was up late last night watching Notting Hill. It wasn’t that the movie was keeping me up, I just couldn’t sleep. Oddly, this was the day my appetite came back, as well. Maybe I have given up sleep for food, as I have been sleeping well otherwise. I have now purchased some healthy food, including lettuce and pinto beans.

    I’ve seen Notting Hill many times. I didn’t mind, for example, that I fell asleep before the ending because I know how it goes. There are some good lovey-dovey mushy lines in there. I also giggle to myself, thinking how this is Dad’s favorite movie. It is actually the opposite of this, but this is how things go. He calls it that movie with Dirtbag and Horseface. He then throws up his hands in despair and leaves the room. This is when it’s on at home, where Mum has a copy on VHS. I think she just likes it and Dad’s reaction is a bonus.

    My day so far has included a little bit of tidying and cleaning the bathroom. I scrubbed the tub with a brush (a decent cleaning brush, not a toothbrush) and my gave my wussy arms a workout. I don’t think the whole thing needed a scrub, but I was concerned about invisible scum! Which might have built up since I moved in since I haven’t scrubbed it with a brush since I’ve been here.

    Now I’m going to eat macachee and watch the Etruehollywoodstory of Michael Jackson. Didn’t I say I was going to stop this? What’s wrong with me? I do have some “TV Work” to do: finishing off the bag I started sewing a month or so ago, and also some ironing. First I shall consume macachee!

  • There are many options open to me of things to do today. I’m thinking of stopping by the Moss St. Market, but I don’t think I need anything there, so maybe not. I’m going to go to Ox. Foods to get some more soy milk, which is on sale this week. I’ve already bought a few. I am probably going to walk around my ‘hood with my camera, taking pictures.

    What I’m not going to do is stay at home and mope, which was the majority of my day yesterday. The time has passed for this. There was also a lot of MJ death coverage going on on the TV yesterday, and that’s all gotten a little repetative and surreal now, so I’m going to try and not turn the TV on at all today. Unless I stop for a movie…

    This is how I feel about Michael Jackson dying: sad and bewildered. Because why should I be sad for someone I didn’t even know except for media coverage and TV, and who hadn’t done anything interesting for about 15 years. That said, the conspiracy theories have started already so I have more things to ignore when flipping around the channels.

    P.S. I find solace in crafting.

    P.P.S. Nothing.

  • I received many hugs this week as people at work learned I was leaving and then also when I got a new job. This was OK as I like hugs.

    Yesterday there were muffins in the morning and then cake in the afternoon. I have also scheduled celebratory lunches on Monday and Tuesday before leaving the branch, and will organize more after I have settled into my new job.

  • I was offered a new job today. I interviewed yesterday and there were rumors of reference checking around the office today. I am most pleased. More details on that when I start and know what I’m doing. I have a good idea of what I’ll be up to but I will write about it better once I have done some.

    When I got the call offering me the job, the woman offering it to me was taking too long. She needed to be sure I had all the details I needed: but I needed to start telling people! Once off, I ran around letting everyone know. I had, of course, spent the last day and a half talking about it so they knew something was happening. I received many hugs.

    I will start my new job on July 2. I am resolved not to be sick when this happens.

  • I’m making pasta for supper with a sauce of taco-flavoured ground turkey, tomatoes and celery. Mm. I’m so hungry but the pasta will not cook fast enough.

    I supposed yesterday after finishing my entry, that I should have written about what I actually did yesterday. I got up too late to watch much Sunday morning Corrie, and anyway, dad was watching golf. Apparently I am not addicted to Corrie as this didn’t seem to bother me. I got up and had tea.

    A little later Jordan arrived and made breakfast of pancakes and bacon. Mm. I’m so hungry. Jordan, when visiting, arrives around 10 and says “what do you want for breakfast” and then makes whatever. When I arrive home I say “Where’s my present?” This time I got a pretty necklace from Alaska that Mum bought for me on their trip.

    A disproportionate amount of time was spent, on the parts of Dad and Jordan, poking fun at me.

    Jordan washed his car; me and Mum sat in the pergola. I read HYD, Mum did crosswords. Dad had the radio on outside tuned to CBC (to which it is always tuned). I wasn’t really paying attention to the radio until a man with a British accent was talking and said something funny. It was too bright for me to read outside (I didn’t put my contacts in yesterday and so couldn’t wear my sunglasses) and also Jordan kept threatening me with the spray hose he was using to wash his car. I went inside.

    HYD books, being mostly pictures and, you know, being mildly familiar with the story, don’t take me very long to read. My plan was to read as many as I could and bring what I didn’t read back to Vic with me to read here. (Of the English ones. The Japanese ones I have are hard to read.) But I finished them all and now I want more. I’ve just ordered them from the library since they are available there. And since each book only takes me half an hour or so to read, will probably be of better value to me.

    That took me to about 2:30, which is when I napped.

    I woke at 3 in a panic because I didn’t know what time it was and Mum had said to wake her at 3 to get ready for supper. Since it was just three on the dot everything was ok.

    We all went to the CVI for father’s day supper. Only there was still only the lunch menu being served, so Lupper. We sat in big cozy chairs in the pub and ate food. The waitress was nice.

    After that someone expressed an interest in the new Canadian Tire and so we went there. I found many sharp things.

    And then we went back home, packed up Jordan’s car and came back to Vic. Ta da! That’s when I took lots and lots of echinacea and didn’t get a cold.

  • I’m back in Victoria again. Mum had a cold today that started with a sore throat, and now I have a sore throat too. Maybe it’s just empathy pain. I have however, taken a great dose of echinacea and cold fx. God. Dam. It.

    I got home and my plants were still alive and well, so that’s one good thing.

    I’ve read all my books now so I guess I’ll have to pick up Tom Jones again. The book, not the welsh pop star.

    I had a great pile of mail sitting waiting for me when I got home. A whole week’s worth. Much sorting was had and most was junk mail but two were magazines to read. Maybe I’ll get to those instead of T.J.

    I’m glad I went on vacation and now I’m glad I’m back.

  • It was probably a good idea on my part to come to Duncan and help with the recitals. It was very theraputic, everyone likes me (for the most part) and I got to use my “stern voice” which I don’t get to use very often. Not to mention, you know, pretty hard work and distracting and so keeping me from thinking of my current woes. But also have discovered some perspective: I left these people in Duncan a year and a half ago; they and I went on with our lives; I can return and they still like me; the more I have to leave people behind and start again, the more people I will meet that like me that I can go back to who will help me through woes as needed. I’m ok.

    I’ve scheduled an interview for a new position first thing on Monday. This may not have been the most prudent of plans as I predict a number of messages in my voicemail. However I think I start training my replacement on Tues and I don’t know what other chaos (I think I have a meeting) may arise.

    I’ve worked myself in to the place where I feel excitement for both being unemployed come July, and for having a new job soon. This is an improvement over 6 or 7 days ago when I was still grieving the last job. Vacation was a good idea. I return to Victoria tomorrow after some Father’s Day food.

    I’m eating a peanut butter sandwich off a plate right now. The peanut butter has sugar added to it which for some reason I don’t like as much as plain, nothing added to it, peanut butter. I don’t like peanuts in plain form, but I don’t mind peanut butter, as long as it’s just plain. I don’t mind when there is stuff added, as I am enjoying this sandwich quite well, I would just prefer the other.

    P.S. I also have grapes.

  • The recital went well last night, except for, you know, parents who couldn’t get tickets because the place sold out.

    I couldn’t get to sleep last night for no reason except for maybe the excessive amount of tea I drank yesterday. I finished my book (which I will review later) and started reading HYD again, as it seems like a good time to do this.

    So I slept in until 11 this morning and have just now realized that I have about 1 hour until I’m meant to be back at the theatre and I probably don’t want to show up in my PJs.

  • I met with Amber this evening and she has updated me with all her news; I have updated her with mine; and then we laughed. Not because our news was silly but just that’s what we do when we are around one another.

    At home again my mum force – fed me cider which I guess has resulted in not very good writing. We watched “so you thinky dance”.

    Mum and Dad got me, in the course of their garage sale-ing before I got here (not when we were garage sale-ing last weekend) two bags full of old yarns. One of these bags was mostly yarns in a tangle. I spent my morning untangling this bag of yarns into mostly small but orderly little balls of yarn. It wasn’t sticky like some yarns are, so that’s good. Now I have lots of little quantities of many various strings for crafting with or just looking at. Or whatever I may find a use for string for. Yes.

  • I just typo-ed an “o” into my name, making me “Loindsie”. A little better than MS spellcheck’s “Landsite”.

    Vacation day whatever. I’ve lost count.

    Yesterday Mum and I planned to get Subways to take with us to the theatre (instead of the delicious chicken sandwiches I had made the days previous). Mum decided that since we were downtown anyway, we should also go to a restaurant for lunch. This makes sence to her: since we are buying our dinner we night as well buy our lunch too. I miss a few steps of this logic but, you know, go along with it. We went to White Spot. This was a mild adventure as the parking lot of White Spot is being torn up in the proocess of the new London Drugs being built behind, but we managed to get in, and despite all the noice outside, was quiet inside the restaurant. (Little review there.)

    The rest of yesterday was the same as the days before with rehearsal. Rehearsals are always the same. My job is to get the groups of dancers upstairs and in the wings before their dance starts. And keeping anyone who is not meant to dance yet downstairs. Also keeping non-dancers who just want to watch downstairs. Most of the school knows these latter things already, and for the most part I just ignore the two or three who sneak up now just because the show usually survives with them there. Mum usually is around anyway and she shoos them all away, or in some cases tells them to sneak better when they come up to the stage.

    Also normal is the dance teachers getting antsy about where their groups are. They’re probably antsy about other things too, being recital week, but I can usually tell them where their groups are (usually the group in question is in the process of being gathered downstairs, getting ready to come up when it’s time.)

    I watched my old jazz/hip hop class on stage. I have the song from their dance stuck in my head. I also saw my old tap class, but I could only recognize a few of them as their costume included a mask. So they were all saying “Hi! How are you? What’s up?” so while I could guess why they sounded like they knew me, I didn’t know who it was.

    Today is extra rehearsal day for those groups who need extra practice, or in the case of my former ballet class, some time to get comfortable on stage. (By that I mean that they looked pretty good but just need to stop looking terrified;) I’m going to go for some of the time but then I’m going to meet Amber and wander off with her for untold adventure.