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Month: January 2010

  • I went to buy my train ticket yesterday by actually going to the “station” on Pandora. Only when I got there, a couple of people were using the agent to plan their cross Canada adventure. I stood there 15 – 20 minutes before the second agent decided this was too long to wait and stopped talking to her friend help me. This was just as the other agent was finishing up so it wasn’t all that helpful.

    Karma

    Standing in line, waiting to get on the train, an annoying child asking questions in a squeaky voice was queued beside me. ‘Please let him sit at the other end of the train’ I thought to myself. But no, he and his dad are right beside me. Lesson learned: indifference is key.

  • There’s something that’s been bugging me for a while. In dance class (yes! this is a dance class story. Surprise.) In dance class there are two dancers who are super flexible, super enthusiastic but who have no control and no technique, and somehow they always gravitate towards me in class. One day, one of them, the girl one, did an arabesque or battement or something to the back and nearly kicked me in the face. I felt the wind. Actually, that’s happened twice. Today the boy one kicked me in the hand– this was kindof my fault since I had my arm out. The boy one kicks everyone though so I don’t take in personally. The girl one is always really close to me, and/or in my way so I have to teedle out of her way to prevent her kicking me/me landing on her. The boy one also practices whatever we are working on in the gap times in class, flinging his limbs and almost whacking people as he does so. Scary.

  • I’m at the doctor clinic again. It’s beginning to feel almost homey here. Today I’m going to inqire about my dry, scaley hands. They have been dry and scaley for a few months but only lately have begun to itch so hard I’ve woken in the night to scratch. Also, I’ve had people notice and comment on them.

    The clinic is populated by different peope on the weekend. The staff I mean. Well I guess I always have a different doctor, but the receptionist is a young man who is very thourough, telling me where I am in the scheme of patients waiting for the doctor. The receptionist on weekdays (when I am usually here) is flakey and wastes time with innane small talk with everyone and can’t seem to multi-task. I have grown discerning in my medical professionals.

    PS. There is also soothing CBC classical playing, instead of annoying soft pop Nellie Furtado/Celine Dion radio that is usually on.

  • I dreamt I was knitting and every time I would get to the end of a row, instead of just flipping over the work to start a new row, I would wake up and roll over. I slept weird last night.

  • I can’t believe that my bathroom was appropriately cleaned the day that my toilet wouldn’t flush and I had to have the landlord fix it for me. Very fortuitous. P.S. My toilet flushes now.

    Review # 1
    I just finished “The Golden Mean” by Annabel Lyon. It’s about this guy who lives in the ancient Greek times, who is assigned to tutor Alexander (the Great as that character will be known later in history, but that hasn’t happened yet in this book), and who studied with Plato. Only the name of this guy isn’t actually given in the book until the afterward, and then only in the second paragraph (twice). (And I guess it’s mentioned on the jacket blurb, which is always a spoiler, anyway.) But then, the main narrative is in the first person, so having his name pointed out isn’t necessary. There is a writing conceit in this book where “hints” of needed details or plot points are given before the actual details or plot points are described. Annoying at first, where I think I’ve missed something and read back a few paragraphs only to not find anything until a few lines after the “hints” are given. Then I found it sly and subtle (and something I do not want to adopt myself– I don’t need to prove to my reader that I am smarter then them since I know more about what is going on than in my story they do.)

    Review # 2: Avatar (IN 3D!)
    “Just sit back and enjoy the ride,” I had to keep telling myself, as the plot became clear, and the scenes where we got to “know” the “new world” and the “budding romantic relationship” stretched longer than I found comfortable. For the most part, I listened to myself. My favorite parts were the little particles of stuff that seemed to come right out of the screen that I reached out to swat away! (I LOVE 3D)

    Review #3
    I cleaned my house up last week and for the most part it is still very tidy. I’m quite proud of myself. (Except for the pile of the weekend Globe and Mail that is spread out on the floor beside my chair.)

  • I, Lindsie, cleaned my house today.  This included using the vaccuume.  I feel like this is an annual event, but I’m sure it is not.  It has been a while, however, since I used the vaccuumme.  I discovered that I think I need, despite the misuse, a new vacuume, as this one was old when I got it and it starts to smell like burning after using it for a while.  I even checked the rolly thing on the bottom to see if there was something caught.  I will put vacume on my like of things to save for and buy (I use it three times a year so I have time for this).

    My dad gave me a cedar trunk for xmas and I have put bed linens and craft supplies in it.  It’s a big trunk.  And my sheets are going to smell like cedar.

    I have spent the three days before this moping around, which is something one has to do on occasion, but I’ve stopped doing that now (thus the cleaning of the house) and I hope the moping feelings stay away for awhile as I find them annoying and not the best use of my holiday days, but oh well.

    I stayed up late for two reasons last night: a) I had tea tea around 5 and b)Return of the Jedi was on TV and I had a strange urge to watch it.  It was the new one, though, so the Ewok song at the end was wrong.  I wasn’t vexed as I might be, but the new song isn’t as celebratory as the old one.  I have the old one somewhere in my cache of songs so I can find it and listen to it if I really want to.

    I have knit one fingerless glove.  I have noticed a problem with knitting gloves ( and this will apply to any kind of glove) which is that once you finish one, you have to make another,  and that other one has to match and stuff?  WTF, I say.  Only I don’t say what it stands for, I pronounce the letters, and cross my arms in front of me, and hope I have enough yarn left for the other glove as I wasn’t really paying attention, and I accidently read the pattern wrong so I’ve used more yarn than is called for just in making the one.

    Also annoying is the 800 page book I have out from the library as a “fast read” that has to be returned after only a week.  There’s no way I’m going to finish it.  It’s dense and takes me 1/2 to read just a couple of pages.  I exaggerate, but it’s not going to happen.