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Labor day weekend has passed. It was a long weekend. Four days for me. They’re all blended together now. I drank some Strongbow with my Mum.

I registered for dance last night. As I left the studio after writing out my cheques I had the feeling I’d forgotten something. I then realized that in signing my registration form, I’d signed away all my money, and my social life, as well as my time and energy. “That’s ok, then,” I said to myslef and wandered home.

I started knitting a garment on Saturday. It will be a lovely brown sweater with cap sleeves if I finish it. Right now it is six rows of stitches. I had to start it six times, because that’s how I start projects. Three times isn’t bad, actually. This will be the first time I’ve made something with yarn that costs significant money. My six chunks of yarn cost me 50ish dollars or so. I had to convince myself to spend that much by logically arguing that it was a similar cost to what I might pay for a lovely sweater from a store. And this one will be better as it the style I want. It will take a little longer before I am able to wear it, but whatever.

My mum and dad were in town this weekend and they brought me a whole pie. They must love me the best. I should have brought some to work with me! Pie would be good to eat right about now. Also: hot dogs! I could have hot dogs for supper later if I buy buns on the way home. I also need toilet paper. ACTUALLY, I need to make something with leftovers so that I have something to eat tomorrow at lunch. I suppose I could have made my lunches for the week during my four days of long weekend, but this did not happen. Instead, I watched documentaries about American presidents and knit. I also spent some time hanging out with my parents.

Mornings are chilly.  I’d say that fall was in the air, but mornings have been chilly all summer long.  So.

Poo update: it was still there today.  It’s flat now.  I think some people have stepped in it.  Or on it.  Waiting for busses can be boring. There won’t be any updates on this over the next few days as I’m off from work so probably won’t be taking the bus.

I woke up with a sore throat this morning. This isn’t too rare, it usually happens when I’ve eaten too many treats. In this case I had some wine and four after eights. I think it’s the after eights that might have done it. Those a soo sweet. But tasty.

I’ve killed all my house plants.  Except for my aloes, of course, but they’re used to harsh conditions.  I’m sad.  The one I just lost I’ve kept alive for just under 3 years.  My mum gave me it’s predicesor when I first moved here, and I killed it straight off, but this last one I kept alive.  Hoo.  I forgot to leave it with water when I went away for Christmas.  I was gone 9 or 10 days.  When I went to England I left it in a big bowl of water so that it could drink as it liked but I forgot to do that completely this time.  I didn’t know how long I was going to be away, for one thing.  Sad.  Now it’s all crisp and crumbling.  I gave it some water last night just in case, but it hasn’t absorbed any of it. It was so large and vibrant, and now it’s droopy and dead.

Ode to my sore feet.

My feet are sore from going to dance class all week. I’ve been trying to cure them by a) wearing fuzzy orange and white striped socks; b) wearing my nerdy but supportive running shoes whenever I walk; and c) placing them on my ice pack. That latter one is pretty uncomfortable. More importantly, however, is whether this was the most appropriate use of the semi-colon.

Today I am semi-inclined to take a trip out to Superstore in Langford. This is a bit of an endeavour with the bus, and one I have not undertaken since I last lived in Victoria. Usually if I want something at Superstore I wait until I visit Duncan. Moss St Market is also on today, and that is a ten minute walk instead of a 45 minute bus ride (times 2!). Who knows where whimsy will take me today. Perhaps I should just stay home and rest my feet. Baaaah.

I’m sitting outside right now for two reasons. First, it’s cool out, the sun just having set. Second, my house smells like hamburgers. The later is my fault, having made myself a hamburger for dinner. The smell of that permeates. Most annoying. Out here, however, on my balcony, the smell of old lady is wafting from who knows what apartment neighboring mine. There could be several culprits.

The coolness is appreciated because my windows face nearly directly west, capturing the heat of the setting summer sun. My apartment is mostly unusable between the hours of 5:30 and 8 lately. I close my curtains to block out the direct rays, but it’s still toasty. I like it. I position my fan right at me wherever I am located. My favorite position is for it to be aimed right at my feet while I lounge on my bed. Maybe I read, maybe I nap. It’s summer and I am finally warm.

I only just now got out my balcony chair. It’s yellow and foldy and I use it for reading mostly. I haven’t read as much this summer as I did last. I’ve been doing other things. Last week I had a flamenco workshop every evening that left me with just enough energy to propel myself home, feed myself and get into bed. Or onto bed. It was warm last week, too. I also spent a lot of my hours spent at home with my feet up, elevated on a pillow, as they were sore from the stomping that flamenco demands.

I can hear someone using a typewriter. Imagine. I thought I was hip with a laptop.

You see that “imagine” written up there? That’s lifted from Boston Legal, episodes of which I have been watching. I am absorbing their speak. I should be reading something clever instead, and absorbing that. Shoot.

Young men with guitars have been passing by on the sidewalk in front of my building. Are they connected? Perhaps there was a sing-along down at the Serious Coffee down in the village. I mean open mike, of course. It’s probably just young men and their guitars, though. Looking cool.

Summer orange. Mmmm.

Today I did the following: sweated. There’s some cloud cover now, however, so existence is tolerable.

I’m currently wearing strappy shoes with no socks. The occurance of me wearing shoes with no socks is incredibly rare, save for those times when I wear my flip flops down to the laundry room or out to the garbage bins. But those times don’t count because I don’t leave the immediate property of the apartment building.

I’m waiting for Amber to arrive on the bus. At least, that’s what I hope I’m doing.

I’m wearing a thick layer of slime today. I mean sun screen. Its finally hot and sunny. It was yesterday, too, but there’s always that one day when I forget that I need to maintain a Sun Defence: hat and sunscreen. Although right now I’m in the shade and there’s a breeze going and it’s quite nice. Nap, not work, is what I want. “Nap not work” is my new slogan.

Last night my balcony, facing the setting sun, was poisonous with heat. I snuck out only to dump some water on my wilting plants. I kept the curtains shut, but the apartment was still oven-hot until the sun was fully set around nine. I sat around and basked in the warmth, well, with the fan aimed at me. The heat is like wearing a permanent blanket, and I like wearing blankets.

I slept the last few nights with both my window and balcony door open. No problem sleeping with the street noise except for last night when some drunk guy yelled for Ruth-Ann and his friends shushing him. Maybe it was Ruth-Ann he called for, maybe I was dreaming.

I woke up this morning with anxiety over my file numbering stamps at work. Foolishness, remembering once I got to work and seeing there is no problem. I can’t remember if I was dreaming about them.

Lunchtime.  I went out for lunch today.  It was an order your food at the counter and pay for it and then go sit in a booth with a number to wait for server to bring your stuff.  I ordered a club sandwich *hold the cheese* and a garden salad.  After the waiting part and the food coming there was feta cheese on the salad.  I went up to the counter with the little bowl of salad and requested another.  I got back to the table and took a bite of my sandwich and it was soooooo good.  But what was that dripping from the inside.  Cheddar.  Rrrr.  I took my plate up to the counter and requested another.  I had to wait a little longer, and then my new salad came.  Good, except I had taken my salad dressing back with my sandwich plate.  Waited some more and one of the servers brought out my sandwich.  The same sandwich I had taken back, still with cheese, and with a bite taken out of it (the one I had taken).  Note good.  I returned that again.  Oh man.  My proper sandwich was delivered a few minutes later, no cheese, very delicious.  The server offered me a dessert to make up for the trouble, and I got a carton of fruit salad.  Crazy!  But I got my food, so all was well.  Silly, but well.