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).
I dreamed last night that I wore knee socks and they slipped down my legs such that I had to pull them up.
I had my cable TV disconnected. There are several reasons for this. One is that Shaw keeps “dissapearing” channels on me. For example, channel 112 dissapeared in June sometime. I was angry because I had been enjoying the Seinfeld reruns they ran in the late evenings, and Boston Legal on weekends. They moved the channel to digital, which I don’t have, and replaced it with sports, which I don’t like and proptly blocked on my TV.
The second reason I cut the cable, is because they raised the price of my package again. They’ve done this before, of course, but I thought now that I have two things vexing me in so little time, I might as well do away with it. Also, I don’t want to pay more for “dissapearing” channels. I only had basic, so there wasn’t much left to watch, anyway. And I can watch Coronation St online.
Oh, PS, I still have my cable internet, and I still tether my compuer to it via an actual cable. So there(2).
The more books I read, the more I am unfit for human interaction, it seems. I actually used the phrase “I’ve been tasked” in normal conversation just a few moments ago. In my defense, I’m really tired today. Also in my defense, I not only read a lot, but I also watch a lot of British television/movies. Yesterday morning I made pancakes with a British accent. For example.
My mum will no doubt sum it up thusly: you’re just weird. That reminds me: I have to do my taxes.
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.
Instead of watching tv i’m going to write. Let’s see how this pans out considering how tired my arms are.
Speaking of tv, and specifically Thursday night tv, apparently the mum of one of the actors on Bones works in my building. The actor plays the boss lady who does autopsies, or at least the skin and squishy bits that Bones doesn’t want to deal with because Bones only likes bones. And she’s pretty? I don’t remember the name of the character or the actor. Anyway her mum works in my building, I’ve heard.
I can feel that spring is coming. Combine this with a recent full moon? and Lindsie is feeling a little crazy. I’m better today but I spent a weekend freaking out about things. I just sort of sat back and watched what bubbled up. Monday though I just wanted my brain to shut off for a while so I could get back to Normaltown. Well, at least the outskirts of Normaltown. Well, I can usually see Normaltown. On a good day.
I like wearing my contacts as they make my face feel free. I’ve worn my glasses all winter. When I first got my contacts a year ago (approx) I felt shy because so much of my face was exposed, but now I don’t care about that. I didn’t wear them for a while because it’s a pain putting them in and taking them out and sometimes it takes 2 or 3 tries if they have something on them that makes my eyes itchy, or if they are on inside out. But I’m ready to wear them again, I think. I’ll have to buy some more.
My upper back is sore… and then it’s not sore for a while, and then it really hurts and feels like it’s seizing. That’s probably not good. I’m going to hang my head in sadness because this is a nice stretch for it.
I started knitting again in October. I then started buying knitting supplies, needles and etc. When I told my mum about this, she said not to buy any more needles! Because she had a box in the storage room I could have! I had mostly been buying the connected cable needles, anyway, and the box of knitting needles in the storage room pre-date this concept, as well as me. I don’t think I remember my mum knitting anything for so long as I’ve been around, but she did knit things before that. The big blue and green blanket that was in the TV room in the basement of the Port Alice house. Apparently, a hat for my dad. The box of knitting needles included three generations of supplies, from my great-grandma, my grandma, and my mum. When I was home at Xmas time, I felt that this box was something that I should now have. It is very satisfying, for example, using the double-pointed needles that my great-grandma used to knit socks.
However. When I was home at Xmas, my mum found out about a book called “The Friday Night Knitting Club”. She didn’t find out about it from me, but I had meant to mention it. I’d just forgotten about it. Anyway, I ordered it from the library for her (mostly to show off how I could hack into dad’s library account due to him having his library number and password attached to the computer monitor… no one seemed to have noticed this though). When she read it a little while after I left with all of the knitting needles, she was inspired to start knitting again, and had to get some of her equipment back from me to do it. Neither of us thought that she would knit again so didn’t think twice about me taking everything with me.
When I was home this weekend me and mum watched all her TV shows and knitted. It was lovely and restful. She made dishcloths (because she needs dishcloths and I made her one at Xmas and she liked it) and I made the second fingerless mitt of a pair (I made it twice because I messed up on the first try). We watched a “Bones” and a “Mentalist” and a “Lie to Me” and some other stuff.
Funny Story #2
While we were watching a “Law and Order” franchise show on the Mystery Channel, Dad called up Shaw and cancelled it (like he was planning and had to do before the end of the day which was the last day of the month). The service stopped just as we were going to find out who-dunnit at the end of the show Note: cancelling digi-channels is very quick.
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.
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.
I was almost scared this morning when there was new music on the weather channel. But it was just for some specific report or something becuase when I tuned in to the local forecast the music was the same as always.
Yes, this is getting written about in my blog. I do like the new music, I just don’t think I was going to be able to accept the change, after having just noticed that I find the current music soothing.
My parents are in town this weekend. This, as always, indicates grocery shopping and wine. Good times.
It’s a busy weekend. Last night I went to a ballet with a work chum, and tomorrow will be hanging with mum and dad some more. Nothing is planned for next weekend, though.
I have two writing projects on the go: one is the next Tiny String, amazingly about a month after the last episode, the other is a longer work I’m pecking at occasionally (since there is some activity going on it, I will consider it “on the go” even if it’s just a little bit here and there.)
I am also 1/3 into the last season of West Wing. This project has been more time consuming and grueling that originally planned… OK no, I’ve just been lazy and only want to watch TV! Next I’m going to re-watch Hana Yori Dango seasons one and two, followed by the movie, which I haven’t watched yet. It’s nearing spring time, which makes me think of cherry blossoms… which makes me think of HYD of course. Of Course!