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Month: March 2010

  • Spring time is coming! And that means one thing: I have to scrub my deck. It’s grrrooooooooosss! I looked at it last fall and decided I would put cleaning it on my list of things to accomplish in the spring. I didn’t write it down or anything, but somehow, unfortunately, I have remembered. I won’t do it today though because it’s not spring yet, and also I don’t want to.

  • Better today!  The cure was a Subway sandwich I had for lunch last night.   I went to get a Subway sandwich tonight after work (for indeed I was returned to work today) only to find that the Subway at Fort & Blanshard was papered up and closed for some reason.  Shoot.

    This is not the first time that Subway has thwarted my dinner (or evening lunch) plans.  The last time I tried to have Subway after work, this time at the Quadra/Pandora location, they had no non-cheezy bread.  The guy was reeeealy sorry but not sorry enough to offer me, I don’t know, their flat bread?  Or the whole sandwich-as-a-salad deal they have?  Whatever.  I went in the next day and had my sandwich for lunch-at-breaktime instead.  And it was the same guy there.  “We have bread for you today” he said.

    Subway woes.  By Lindsie.  The end.

    I’m addicted to Facebook.  It got real bad while I was sick and didn’t have strength to do anything else, like get up and leave the computer chair.  I have to lessen my habits.  Today I only let myself check it at breaks and and lunch.  And then after 4.  And I have it on now, but it’s in a different tab while I type here.  I don’t even do anything while on Facebook, just stare at the screen.  That must stop.  I must have better things to do.

  • “It’ll pass.”

  • I got dressed and everything to see if that makes me feel better.  It didn’t work.  I didn’t brush my teeth because the thought of putting things in my mouth makes me feel nauseous.  I was afraid I’m actually depressed since I don’t want to do anything but lie in bed all day.  But I think it’s just because I’m sick.  I had to get up though because I’m sick of television, and of being still.  The being still part might work in my favour, however.  I’ll knit.  I was knitting yesterday too.  I was also wearing my housecoat like a snuggy.  Amber told me about this trick.  She is very smart at things.

    Right now I am dressed and looking almost normal in jeans and cardie.  The drooping posture will give me away, however.  I’m sort of sagging to the left because I’m tired and sick.  I should go lie down again.  Rrrr.  I’m make my bed so it looks like I’m lounging instead of just still in bed.  Rrrr.

    I blog a lot when I’m sick because I have nothing else to do and don’t have enough thought process to craft anything more complicated.

  • Usually when I get sick, it is preceded by a couple of days where I’m all “WOW I feel great!  It’s so nice to have not been sick for a long time!”  This is when the sickness goddesses are reminded that I exist “Oh yeah!  Lindsie!  We haven’t beaten her with a load of bricks for a while!  cha cha cha!”  Those sickness goddesses are real stinkers if you ask me.  This time though I was kinda miserable the whole week before I got sick.  Not happy at all!  Odd.  I’m hoping that my negativity doesn’t mean that my illness is going to last longer.

    Today I am still sick.  I napped.  I started a new book.  I watched the noon-time episode of One Tree Hill.  I forgot how interesting the early episodes of One Tree Hill were*.

    I made garlicky hummus for supper.  Garlicky hummus makes me think of Sarah, who once sent me a huge carton of garlicy hummus in exchange for the blackberry jam I sent to her in Halifax.  I also put parsley in my hummus tonight.  The parsley is from the bouquet my mum brought me on the weekend– the parsley was added to the flowers as a practical greenery.  Now my parsley is practical green specs in light brown sludge.  Mm.

    *No they weren’t.

  • Ball of Yarn!

    I love when my ball of yarn, getting smaller and smaller in the course of knitting something, transitions from an orderly orb into a small pile of yarn.

  • “Continuum” by Robert Carr. I read this book because the library recomendation email noted that it was about a mathmatician. Neat, I thought to myself. But then what was actually interesting about the book was that the first part took place in communist Romania of the 1960s and 70s. I’ve never been there before so I liked all the details about living in this closed-off country. However, the plot isn’t strong enough to make me want to keep reading once the characters leave Romania in the second part. Also there are really clunky flashback transitions, and monologues (characters slipped into monologue occasionally) were stiff and bloated– saying things outloud that should have been left to exposition if the details were needed at all. There were mathy bits that I read through at first but started skipping at the end because I didn’t think I’d need the details given to get through the plot, and I was right.

  • I have a cold today.  It is not a very well scheduled illness as I am meant to go out for dinner with family tonight.  I did manage to go out for lunch with some of them, so hopefully I’ll be well enough.  Instead I’m using facebook a lot, which isn’t how I want to spend a sunny day.  At least there’s tea.  I slept despite having caffeine again, which isn’t a good sign.

    I had a purpose when I started this entry.  You know, something interesting to report, or must on.  I don’t recall what it is.

    There was a fire truck and an ambulance at the apartment building next door to mine when we were coming back from lunch.  A little later I saw an ambulance leaving really slowly, without it’s lights on.  This made me think that they didn’t have to, that is, they were transporting someone who was already dead.  My second thought was that maybe it was all just a false alarm.  Default to drama today.

  • I came home one day to hear radio playing really loud from one of the apartments on my floor. It turned out that it was from the apartment next to mine as the was talk radio seeping through my south-side wall. My only complaint was that it was muffled and I couldn’t make out what the radio people were going on about. I don’t usually listen to talk radio, but the way they were yelling it must have been something interesting.

    On another day, he (my neighbor) was playing the hits of the eighties. “Sunglasses at night” and “Cruel Summer”. I like these songs OK but hoped he’s play some Zeppelin as I thought it might sound neat coming through the wall.

    I should say that in two years living here I’ve never heard a peep from that direction. I though that the man who lives there had moved. I heard some really loud yelling, too, and thought that a disfunctional family had moved in. I was a little apprehensive about that.

    A while later I saw my neighbour as he was getting on to the elevator. He hadn’t moved. He apologized for playing his radio so loud. He’d been having ear trouble and hadn’t realized how loud the radio was. I said it wasn’t a problem, that I’d wondered what was going on since I’d never heard a sound from him before. I don’t think he heard me.

  • Tonight I can hear the tv from Someone Else’s Apartment.  This doesn’t usually happen.  Usually this only happens on Monday nights when there is a new “CSI: Miami” on because my neighbors watch it really loud.  I don’t mind– I used to be watching it too.  I don’t mind now that I don’t watch it as it seems to be the only thing they ever watch.

    I caught a cold today.  Work gave it to me, I think.  Stupid cold.  I came home and sucked back on my asthma inhaler to try and prevent that whole debacle.  The asthma debacle, I mean.  Also an indication that I am sick:  I had tea with caffeine in it to try and stay awake at work, and then had a nap when I got home.  Caffeine and sleep aren’t normally compatable in my body.  Although I do seem to be pretty awake and keen to go now, and it’s pretty late.

    For some reason I’m not computing words when they are written vertical.  Or numbers either.  I was just now sure that my music playlist was out of order, listing “1,2,3” but that’s a pretty routine sequence, wouldn’t you say.  Another example, in letters, is the word “church” that is written on a building near my work in great, big, letters.  I looked up at this the other day and my brain thought it was a loopy, decorative maze or something.  A second later I could see the letters again, but it was wacky not seeing them for a second.  (P.S. The word “church” is on an actual church, if you were wondering).

    Also today I got a funny look for describing the big painting on the side of a building (another building, not the church) as a “mural”.  But that’s what paintings are called when they’re huge and on the sides of buildings, right?  I am obviously pretentious, not just aware of the correct words for things.

    I came up with a mildly clever transition today, joining two previously seperate stories.  At least I hope it’s clever.  When transitions aren’t clever they read like the woogly-woogly lines in “Wayne’s World”.  And the more I read, and the more I try to write transitions, the more I see the woogly-woogly effect.