My throat keeps getting sore. Maybe when I consume sugar? Not pleased with this. I’ll rest today as I have no plans for after work today. I’ve prepared myself an echinacea tea.

I watched a lot of TV on Sunday. As a result I went to the library yesterday and got a couple of books, one of which I plan to read. I tried one of them but didn’t like it much so I shall return it. Too American, but I half sort of expected to not like it because of this. It had a good premise, and from the point of view from a woman with schizophrenia, but no go. I know maybe I should read more than a chapter, or half a chapter before making my decision, but whatever. I don’t want to waste my time.

I want to watch a movie called “Hyde Park on hudson” this evening and eat salmon spaghetti. My mum bought me gluten-free pasta at Costco so I might try that. Yes. I’ve just decided that I shall, too super make sure that I feel good tomorrow.

They brought me some fruit bread, too, mum and dad. I was supposed to take it at Christmas but everyone forgot so I have it now. I had a couple slices last night after dance. They were covered in lots of luscious butter that coated nicely my mouse and chair when I dropped. Hoo. Still tasty. I’ll save the rest for next week when I have no dance and will eat what I please for several days.

I don’t feel very good today. I’m afraid that I’m sick again after just getting better from the last time I was sick, like, a couple weeks ago. It feels like the same sick, too, where I’m all weak. Shit. I’m having warm liquids and echinacea throughout the day. Oh right: my throat is sore too as I was just reminded when I swallowed. I’ll have to see how I feel when I stand up again: I am on the lunchroom couch at work.

I don’t want to be sick because I wish to dance this evening. I’ll nap after work and if I don’t wake up then I won’t go. I think there’s a sub tonight anyway.

Boo.

Last night I wasn’t feeling good with sore throat so I went to bed just before 7 and listened to Ideas and played solitaire on my phone. Mono-style. Rock. On.

I was sick last week. Nothing gross really happened but I didn’t really feel like moving a lot for about five days. I could tell sickness was looming on the Friday but I swallowed a bunch of echinacea and drank a lot of water and went to dance class anyway and that felt fine. Maybe a little more tired than usual after.

I was meant to go to Vancouver the next day to see West Side Story with Julie. However, when I got home from dance I got a text from her saying she’d been injured on the bus. So we planned to take it easy while I was there.   But then when I woke up sick in the morning I cancelled my going. It was for the best anyway since she wasn’t feeling very good either. She was able to find someone who was not as cursed as we were to take the tickets, so that’s good. 

I was sickly for five days after that. Seven really, but I managed to go to work on the next Friday. During my sick time I spent a lot of time on my reclining chair, eating various types of porridge (cornmeal, Scottish oats, regular oats with flax seeds). I ate other stuff too.   My throat was sore for maybe a day, but it didn’t prevent me from eating, thank goodness.

I watched all the streaming TV shows that I could on my computer. Now I’ve watched all the shows and there’s no more due to the Olympics.   I only watched one Olympics and that was the men’s short program for figure skating. I read my book during the parts where there was no skating.

I read the Divergent series of books. I had bought one on sale at walmart a few weeks ago and read it and it was satisfying enough so I downloaded the others on to my old phone and read them while I was sick. They’re young adult books in a post-something-happened-in-America-to-make-it-significantly-different type setting. You know. And the kids living in it are part of the changing it. *You know*. There is a healthy dose of boys and girls getting together and touching and kissing and relationships and blah blah blah. I wasn’t turned off by the first person narrative this time (like I was with Hunger Games) but the last book gave a hint of what was to come when it was split into 2 points of view. I didn’t catch on until the main characters seemed a little too happy in their relationship late in the book. A definite give-away with so many pages still to come.   Also, the lesser characters maybe weren’t developed as well as they might be (for one of them I just pictured Draco Malfoy).

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 .

Siiiiiiiiiiick.

My right (or left) speaker started working again.  I have to place the connecting wire *just so*.

I just spent my week of vacation days doing nothing.  This is what I suspected would happen.  At least I got paid.  Also at least: I didn’t spend all my money.

Today is Sunday and I got up at 7-ish and cleaned my house.  I didn’t mean to get up so early, I was just awake. It feels good to have a tidy (if not vaccumed) house.  I also got out my winter outfits, which should be pleasing, but was, in fact, annoying: I don’t have enough room for everything in my dresser/closet/extra drawers. I’ve accomodated by laying some of my sweaters on the top shelf in my closet, but this is not satisfactory.

I would also change over to my winter duvet for my bed, however, I’ve been super-warm in the nights, so I’ll put that off for a while (and now that I consider, I’m not sure what I’ve done with the cover… still looking, on occasion, for things mis-placed during the move…)

I meant to do things today: clean the bathroom, tidy my house, do dishes.  Etcetera.  Instead I had a two hour nap this afternoon.  It felt as though I was getting sick when I woke up this morning, so maybe my body was just trying to conquer that.  I feel better now.  Better-ish.  Long naps make me feel kind of ikky, but I lay in bed when I woke up for a while.  Recovering?  From my nap?  I wouldn’t have gotten up but I have a ballet show to watch tonight.

My house is a mess.  But I have other stuff I want to do here.  There’s not enough time.  I’ll see what I can get done tomorrow.  (It’s not really gross or anything, just more cluttered that I am comfortable with.  I need to do recycling, for example, and generally just pick up after my slobby self.)

Recently read: Wolf Hall (finally; good) and Year of the Flood (also good). Reading these took a lot of time but is no excuse for neglecting my blog. Wolf Hall is thick and meaty and by the end I was almost able to get over the whole thing where almost every “he” written refers to the protagonist, no matter the subject immediately preceding– you know, how it’s supposed to work and how we’re taught. And I didn’t dislike that the author did this: it’s just new to me and I had to get used to it, is all.

Year of the Flood is a Margaret Atwood-constructed novel, with charming poetry at the start of each section. This reminded me of Alias Grace, which is a novel I enjoy returning to. YotF, however, got a bit intense and stressful-survivory, e.g. The characters having to look after themselves after the end of civilization. I would have appreciated this on a more intellectual level, if I didn’t enjoy the subject very much, better if I wasn’t sick while reading it. On the entertainment level on which I read it, I was just scared and paranoid by the end.

MmmmmMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmm.  This was the sound I was making at work today.  Not because there were yummy things.  It was just because I was feeling uncomfortable and didn’t want to work.  “How do people do this for 30 years?” I asked myself this morning, getting out of bed.  “Going and doing something everyday that they feel largely indifferent towards?”  I didn’t have an answer and I don’t think I’m going to find out.

Left-over birthday cake!

I have to finish my floor rug!  Sometime.  Soonish.  I hope.  I’m knitting it so it’s taking a long time.

This is all I wish to report at this time.

MmmmmmMMMMMMMMmmmmmMMMMMMM.  This isn’t a sound of yumminess, it’s a sound of frustration and discomfort.  I’m making this noise a lot today as I don’t feel very well, yet if I don’t clean my house today I will have no time to do it until much later.  Somehow I survive.  And somehow now my house is clean and almost tidy, too.

I was in Duncan yesterday to do taxes.  (I won at taxes.)  I also got birthday cake and presents.  I got rolly suitcases I will use in my travels about.  I received them just in time as I have 1) a trip to Nanaimo to visit Naomi next weekend, 2) a trip to Vancouver to visit Julie the weekend after, and 3) another trip to Vancouver at the end of April to visit Simon and Garfunkel.  I feel I have scheduled too much for myself and am getting worried for my sanity/health.  On the other hand, I like doing things.

I get to make the poster for The Carlson’s Dance Concert again this year.  Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

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.