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  • 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.

  • 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.

  • 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 just slept a lot. Around 8 last night my eyes got sleepy so I closed them and didn’t open them until 5:30 this morning. And then I slept some more! I don’t feel especially chipper or anything now, but it’s good to have rested so long if I needed it, I suppose.

    My plans for today include reading, writing, cleaning the bathroom and going for groceries. Maybe by listing them here they’ll get done. I keep being unproductive with my days… Mostly due to being ill for several of them.