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Category: My Day

  • This past Saturday was spent in Honeymoon Bay. It was the same, only with meat jerky. Also this is the first time I’ve ever had a bathing suit cover for pre-swim times.

    I think my painting might be working now. Right now it’s called “I forgot that the blue was meant to remain pure.” Or “I forgot that the blue was meant to remain blue”. As I have painted over all of the blue.

    Yesterday, which was Sunday, I woke up at 4am. As this is a stupid time to start the day I tried to sleep. Failing that, I tried to read myself back to sleep. Failing that I got up and had spaghetti dinner, as I was hungry. Then my day had to start, of course. I cleaned the bathroom, as it was getting to be 6 or 6:30 by this time. Then I waited around for 8am to come so I could do my laundry (the laundry room in my building doesn’t open until then). Then, laundry done around 10, I waited around some more for some particular stores to open so I could purchase manga. (I think I was watching Doctor Whos while I waited.) None of the stores had the manga I wanted. I bought groceries instead and came home and ordered manga with the help of Internet. I made pizza dough, and then pizza. I read this month’s Walrus. I waited around for the SYTYCD finale rerun to start (again: i missed the first rebroadcast) and then watched that (I missed the first hour on Thurs when it was originally on). I ate corn flakes. I watched The Simpsons. I realized I was feeling too smart or impatient to watch TV. I decided my day was going on waaaaaaaaaaaaay too long. I thought about doing Sudoku puzzles.

  • I hope it really is a day off today because I’m so not prepared to go anywhere. Except maybe dollar giant.

    I mailed some letters yesterday and since it’s a long weekend and no pick up until Tuesday, I am imagining my letters all alone in the mailbox still, waiting.

    The book I am reading now is “The Gargoyle” by Andrew Davidson. All the reviews I have read of this book said it is good, and I concur.

    I would like to note that this will be my first use of the word “concur” having only recently fully believed that it means “agree.” I first heard it used by Taylor at Camosun. He said “I concur,” and I was like “Oh good… Wait… does “concur” mean “agree?”” Apparently, it does.

    I fixed my fan yesterday. At first I thought I could just “hammer” out the solution, but in the end I went to Home Hardware and purchased nuts. I fastened these the the screws in the base of the fan, and now my fan remains upright indefinitely. Opposed to before yesterday, where it would stand for a while and then decide to lie down.

    P.s. My goddam awesome new phone isn’t connecting so I can’t goddam change my facebook status on it. This isn’t a problem as I am not actually anywhere away from my home computer, right? But I want it to work since yesterday I finally switched off my mum’s plan and have to pay for the GD thing on my own now. POOP in a HAT.

  • I went to Duncan this weekend. Officially it was because I heard that there was ballet class on Thursday night, which I attended. However, I also took the opportunity to have a visit with Amber (with wine in my parent’s backyard) and also with Naomi (with mojitos in Nanaimo). I took the train from Duncan to Nanaimo and back again on Saturday, which made for a nice day trip. Naomi showed me around her new ‘hood, which is actually my parents’ old hood: when I told them where Naomi lived they conjured up memories of walking to school, where Dad used to live, and Uncle Alec’s house on Third (or Fourth) Street. It was sooo hot but I wore my hat and sunscreen. I also bought some trinkets! I bought them at the first two stores Naomi took me too, and she was sure I was going to buy the city out, but I bought nothing else after that.

    I also helped Mum with several projects: I set up her new cell phone (which is a lot like her old cell phone only with a camera) and printed envelopes for the dance school’s newsletter. I also figured out how NOT to have her cell phone on speakerphone, so I’m pretty helpful.

    I got home to find a tag on my door that indicated that MY new cell phone is ready to be delivered at some point when I am at home to receive it. I’M READY NOW!

    Mum and Dad drove me home today and took brother Jordan and I to early dinner/late lunch. We have decided to go see Star Trek at the IMAX on Tuesday. I’m a Big Fan of IMAX films. The only problem is going to be getting tickets (ahead of time) where Jordan wants to go after work tomorrow but I want to go home right away to collect my new phone.

    Mum brought some flowers for me and set them up in vases around my house. I have put the littler of the bouquets by my computer here and I am smelling roses. I have also fresh blueberries, zucchinis, cucumbers, beans, dill, parsley, and plums. The plums are significant as I MISSED THEM COMPLETELY last year. Mum and Dad came down in August last and said to me “the plums are all gone.” This year, I have many plums to consume, and I shall become sick of eating them, as is the proper summertime ritual!

    It’s soooo hot. Since getting home I have mostly just lay on my bed with my fan directed on to me, or sat in my chair with the fan directed on me. Eating plums. So decadent.

    Oh. At ballet class, Pam is trying to get her students nice and flexible and so is having them put their feet up on the bar (one at a time) in a nice stretch. Having not had a class in 1.5 months, I thought to myself “No way. You can’t make me.” But I did anyway, and I was sore. But not too bad now.

    I’ve brought back with me all my HYD books to read. Summertime reading! I’ve also been requesting things like mad from the library, and half of them have come ready all at the same time. Summertime is for reading! (Now that I’m not in school, anyway. When I was in school, summertime was for TV and sewing!)

  • Yesterday was my last day of work. Today is Canada Day. Tomorrow is my first day of work. And that’s my itinerary. Last night was drinking in celebration of my leaving. Will tomorrow night be drinking in celebration of my new start? I hope not. This morning I lay in bed until noon groaning and eating hot dogs. That’s right: hangover. It hit harder than usual, but perhaps I neglected to eat much before drinking commenced. I remembered just a moment ago that there were some spring rolls left over from lunch that I both forgot to eat and take with me when I left the office, which is no longer my work place. Conundrum!

  • 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’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.

  • 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.