I have no idea what time it is right now. This is kindof a lie, since I just looked at the in-flight navigator that the passenger in front of me and to the left has up on their monitor (making it so I don’t have to turn on mine.) It’s 12:30 in the night in Taipei, and 9:30 of the morning at home. Currently I’m somewhere over Japan and trying to sleep. Also it’s Wednesday now, so I got a little bit of Tuesday, but otherwise it’s a day that didn’t exist. I wonder what the Lindsie in a parallel universe did on that day. Did it exist for her? Am I the Lindsie in the parallel universe? Probably.

I’ve slept 3 or 4 hours (can’t tell how long. Time is calculated different here.) which is the usual for me on a plane. I would love to sleep longer since it’s a 12 hour flight and time goes faster when you’re asleep.

2011 by Lindsie

January.
Nothing. I don’t remember. No wait. I started a new job. Did I report on this last year? I started a new position with Liquor Licensing (BC Gov) on Jan 4, 2011, the same date I started with them in 2008. It was a pleasant reunion with everyone (there was hugs!) and I’ve had a good year working there. It’s nice to have a permanant job*.

*For now**

**Mum doesn’t like it when I add that part. Hehehe.

February.
Nothing. February sucks.

March.
My birthday. Everyone celebrate!

April.
Nothing. Oh! Except I moved at the end of the month, so I spent most of April worrying about that and packing. Fun story: on April 29 I decided that I Would Watch The Royal Wedding (as this is something that Lindsie is meant to do, having memories of the other royal wedding that happened in 1981). In order to stay up that late- the thing started at 2 in the morning or something,-I needed to keep myself occupied. As I was about to move, the kitchen needed that end-of-occupancy clean out, so I watched the wedding coverage while scrubbing out my fridge and pulling out the stove. I made it all shiney. My landlord was super impressed, and also amused with my Royal Wedding Story.

May.

Dance recitals. I was in two this year, since I was doing classes with two studios. Fun and all but I’m only at one studio this year so hopefully only one recital. This year I did tap with the teacher I had in Duncan (Nanna!) at a new school. We danced to Michael Jackson. That show was at Victoria Event Centre, where they serve alcohol. Note: performing at a place where they serve booze the whole time makes for a fun show, especially if you are late in the line-up. The other show was at the Royal, which isn’t as intimate as the other place, but has a really nice backstage area. Mum and dad came and watched, and my friend Susan, as I did some flamenco and ballet. Good show. We went for dinner afterwards.

June.

Nothing. Actually I think in June I went to Vancouver to see Wicked. That was with my friend Julie, who is my musical theatre friend. We both bought t-shirts even though neither of us meant to. P.S. I love musicals. They make me cry and want to sing along and I love them.

July.
I watched the whole of West Wing and Knitted. Summer! Also, my friends Amber and Mia visited. In our second annual summer fun time, we did fancy dinner, and took double decker busses, and went Craigdarrough castle. We also ate cupcakes.

Aug.
Some summer dance workshops. Some moping around. Went to work. Benefitted amply from the wealth of my dad’s garden. (Speaking of which, did you know you can buy green beans at the grocery store? Both fresh AND in cans. *Why Would Anyone Do This*? Doesn’t your dad grow way too many and make you take them?)

September.
Whined a lot.

October.
This wasn’t that long ago. I should remember. I got sick around Thanksgiving, which was also exactly when I took my vacation time. I didn’t have any big plans or anything, but I was Quite Annoyed. All year my health has been really good. My doctor suggested, though, that I’m now just catching everything I hadn’t caught yet. I’ve also figured out my asthma so that it’s under contol. I puff a puffer twice a day, with an “emergency” inhaler for when I need it, most importantly, just before my dance classes. Breathing Lindsie is happy Lindsie.

November.
Seriously. I bought flamenco shoes. I don’t have a couch yet, but I do have flamenco shoes. Priorities. I realize that this letter is rather dance-centric, but I think about it a lot. That and how I’m going to feed myself around all my dance classes. Two of my favorite things are dance and eating. Another favorite thing is watching TV but that’s not really something one writes about in their Christmas letter. However, I’m only writing this right now because there’s nothing on to watch.

December.
Hasn’t really happened yet. So far so good. I just vacuumed a bit. I’m trying to make my house clean and tidy before putting up Xmas decorations.

January, 2012.
This hasn’t happened yet, either, but I want to keep going….

February 2012.
I’m going to Spain to take some flamenco workshops. I’m also going to drink sherry, and do other Spain things. Spain has never been on my radar of somewhere to visit so I don’t know what to expect!

And here is a bonus story .

I have neglected to vent about how my speakers are broken.  The speakers I hook up to my computer are broken.  The left baby speaker doesn’t work.  Although it could be the right one.  It’s the one with the power and volume buttons on it.  I keep it on the left side.  The big speaker on the floor still works, and also the one I have here on the right.  This means that if the volume needs adjusting, I am reaching for the right speaker, which has no buttons! but does have sound coming out of it, sometimes too loudly, making me want it to be quieter, and so I reach for the volume control.  It’s all very inconvienent.  It’s something to do with the plug-in cord, I think, because sometimes if I fiddle with that then the sound comes back for a second, all pleasant and rich in stereo.  But that’s only for a second.  Thinking about it, these speakers might be getting close to being ten years old, so it might be time for new ones.  Whatever.

I was productive/non-productive today.  I replaced the broken zipper on my hoodie with a shorter zipper and some stitching.  So now it’s a pull-over with a zip closure.  I designed it thus because the zipper I found in my recycle fabric-and-such box was about half the length it should have been and I chose to repurpose instead of new-purchase a long enough zipper.

I would like to purchase some kicking boots.  I have boots already, but they are either nice and grown uppy, or just cute.  I would like some boots I could use to kick my way out of situations, if needed.  Also, they should clomp in a satisfactory way, as well.  I will wear them with skirts and be mischevious.

*kick-kick*

I keep forgetting to make bread until it’s too late.  Brown bread needs five hours to cook and I got to bed around 10 lately.  I have to remember before 5 to set up my bread machine.  Maybe I could set the timer so that it cooks overnight, beeping around 6:30.  Only no, it makes disturbing noises while mixing, and would no doubt scare the bejezzus out of me in the midddle of the night.  Not cool, bread machine.  Not cool.

Movie Review: Sylvia starting Gwynnie Paltrow and Daniel Craig.

I like the name “Sylvia”.  Sylvie.  Sylf.  Sylvia.  Very pretty.  I’m in such a mood where I can imagine naming a girl child such.

I’m spending this movie thinking why bother.  This is Sylvia Plath.  She’s just going to kill herself.  And really, there’s no excitement to prevent me from thinking that.  And really, my attitude is just like, perhaps, that towards female writers of Sylvia’s time: why bother, she’s just a woman.  Rrrrrrrrrrrrr.  Stupid modernists.

Really, though, and this is something we’re taught at writing school, writers are boring.  Even if they are played by Gwynnie and Daniel “James Bond” Craig.  See, even now the DVD’s playing over there and here I am writing in my blog.  Hoo!  Now I’m going to shut it off completely, put on some Zeppelin and read my book (Illustrado by Miguel Syjugo.)

For someone who has sub-titled their blog “grandeur of summer” I sure haven’t written very much during described season.  The reason is thus: lazy and hot.  Today I have ballet class and then I’m going to get a Big Mac.  It is the last ballet class of this summer session and it has been well worth the time and money put in.  A good teacher and I am remembering how to position my body to do ballet.  Also, by ballet musles are reminding me that they don’t like to be used in this way, at least not after a year of atrophe.  It seems modern dance just doesn’t use them in the same way.

Next week I have five whole days of work, whereas this week I had only three (holiday on Monday and flex day today.)  Grrr.

I walked past a young man on the street who looked like a monkey.  A few steps later I saw a banana peel on the road.  Monkey must have littered.

I’d like to present to you the Smitty’s in downtown Victoria:

I think something has gone terribly wrong.  The sign doesn’t say “Smitty’s” anymore.  It says “West Coast Grill”.  This isn’t as much fun to say as “Smitty’s” AND also takes up a lot of time with all those consonants.

This is their M.O., which I guess seems promising enough.  I like both breakfast and lunch, as well as dinner.  I guess I also should have found out if they will serve me breakfast at dinnertime, as this will be the real test.

Oh, Smitty’s, where did you go??

Today I thought it would be good to write a story.  Then I remembered I am yet to download OpenOffice on my new thing, so I am in the process of that now.  The new thing came with Microsoft Works (??) installed, and I didn’t even know they still made that.  I didn’t want it to come with Microsoft works (??) installed, but I didn’t have a choice.  It was Microsoft Works (??) for free or pay extra to get Microsoft Office, which I didn’t want either.  I have nothing against Microsoft Office, I use it at work and it is quite jolly.  But Open Office is free, and I quite love it. Although I guess I have to set it all up again so it’s as I like it.  Shoot.  I’ll do that some other time.

I ate at the Reef twice this week, once on Monday with Susan, and again today with the cooworkers.  “We should have lunch,” said supervisor.  “We’ll go to the Reef,” I replied.  “When? Today?”  And so it was.

As you can see, I am yet to make my lunches for the week.  Rather, I have yet to finish making them, as I already have chicken sandwiches in the fridge and freezer, and a pot of rice cooling for salad.  “Nice printing,” I now realize, should also have a tick.  Please also note my pretty post-its.