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  • I had English Breakfast tea this morning.  It didn’t taste how I thought it should.  For a time I was drinking it often.  This was when I was at Camosun and we would have a class break everyday around 10 or 10:30.  Ralph would say “it’s time for a tea” which would prompt me to want tea, and I would go with whoever was going down to the cafeteria and buy a tea.  I liked English Breakfast because it wasn’t herbal and it had a nice hearty taste to it.  The tea I had this morning didn’t have that hearty taste to it.  This surpized me because it was Twinnings brand and I, I don’t know, thought that it would taste the same or better than whatever I had before.  Or maybe the brand I had before was wrong!

    The Camosun tea time is also when the following memory stems:  Robin complaining how putting mil in tea was just putting milk into hot water, so really all you were drinking was weak milky-water.  I don’t put milk in my tea in restaurants or cafeterias and so didn’t feel that this comment applied to me.  However, when I at home, making my own weak soy-milky-water, I remember it.

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  • I got my reminder to renew my driver’s licence yesterday, and I meant to go over and get it done today.  (The office is only about three feet from the building where I work)  However, I neglected to make my hair look reasonable, and my skin isn’t as clear as it might be, and then one of my coworkers commented on how 16 years old I look.  So, since I have some time before it expires, I will wait before going in to get my new licence.

    I will not, however, let it lapse, because that would just mean hasstle.

  • Last week one of my fuses blew.  Or stopped working, or whatever it is that fuses do– and then my kettle stopped boiling, my microvave clock turned off and the fridge stopped being on.  Mildly perplexing.  I switched a couple of the other fuses around in trying to discover which connected to what, which is a little scary for me as they involve electricity and electricity could lead to fire.  Anyway in my quest I found that one of my fuses is conneced to to single outlet (the one above my dresser) and so I moved that fuse into the spot of the one that had gone out so my food wouldn’t rot.  Felt: clever and like a hero.  Then I had the issue of having to replace the old fuse (which looked as though it had been manufactured in about 1965).  After extensive foot research (going to Wal-Mart and Zellers– I don’t know where fuses are sold) and then some internet searches, I found the kind I need at Home Hardware, who are, the friendly people there told me, the only ones to stock the kind of fuse I need.  Also:  the only place I went to where anyone noticed me or asked if I needed help.  Being sassy and having my example fuse with me, I had found the appropriate section and matched up what I needed before they could find me, but two people came and asked if I needed help:  the first gentleman laughing when I said “I found it already!” and the second guy informing me of the disparity of S-15 fueses in alternate retail outlets.

    All the electricity in my apartment works now.

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  • I’ve been watching The West Wing constantly lately and I have come up with the following conclusions:  I didn’t watch most of season 5, and after season 3 I didn’t download them all like I did with the prior seasons to marathon-watch.  I think I’ve watched season 6 before, because lots of it seems familier, but it just must have been on TV.  I’m keeping all seasons now, because I clearly remember deleting episodes at one point, thinking, “I won’t watch these again, and if I want to I’ll just download them.”  But I don’t have this attitude now, having watched the first two seasons with ease, having them saved to disks.  Also, I’ve realized that DVD disks save a crapload more stuff that CDs do.  (I know this won’t be revolutionary thinking to anyone else, but I don’t think about these things very much.)

    Life has been work and West Wing lately.  Also warm blankets.  Also:  macaroni and cheese tastes good paired with white wine.

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  • I made up a new song this morning.

    Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
    Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!
    I don’t want to get out of bed!
    Hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo hoo!

  • My Floor Barre instructor this evening remarked that I was doing one of the exercises in a “gorgeous” fashion. This, considering that I have no strength or flexibility (two things that make for gorgeous dancers, for example) is significant.

    I’ve started doing a new thing when I am vexed (usually when I just miss a walk signal at an intersection). I bob a bit and wave my hands at the bottom of my arms and say “ooooooh!” in a whining tone. I was doing this for a couple of weeks before I, you know, noticed. I should probably pay attention to myself more. I tend to get a bit silly when left to my own devices.

    I bought a new wallet last weekend at Daiso. It was just a wallet of pockets for cards, with no place for change, but I fixed that today, adding some velcro to one of the sections so on the off chance that I have change, I can carry it safely. Adding the velcro was very annoying, as I had to sew it on within the structure of the wallet. I finally used one of my curved upholstery needles (which I purchased in the first place just because they look neat, never intending to use them for anything) and it was incredibly tedious. But I persevered and now everything is correct and as it should be.

    I conclude: I enjoy relish a great deal.

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  • Something is weird today. This morning I was grumpy as something that is very grumpy and now I am cheerful and ready to go.  I didn’t have drugs or anything, if that’s what you are wondering.

  • I had a good dance class last night.  It was all new material, but I didn’t even mind that.  I’ll try it all again tomorrow.  It’s best to be at class the first day of the new material, as this is the only day the teacher has pity.  I didn’t get yelled at.

  • I dreamt in the night or early this morning.  I was attending a reunion of the Camosun Art Program Class of 2004.  It was at Jamie’s house and he was selling Angeline’s things (mostly gumboots).  His house was falling apart.  I was taller than everyone.  I wanted a pair of thigh-high, royal blue gumboots but I couldn’t have them.  Of course, there were mostly people from the other class at the reunion.

  • I had a fun weekend.  (Exept that ferries in both directions ran late.  This was a problem going over to Van because the bus over there has to leave right on time, leaving a bunch of us to wait an hour for the next one.  The only other option when stranded at Tswassen is to take a cab but I didn’t do that.  It ended up being a 1/2 wait before the next bus came and the driver took pity on us and let us on to wait on the warm bus.  On the way home, the 3 o’clock boat was actually the 3:30 boat, but there was an express bus into Vic waiting for us on the other side, which was nice.  I haven’t checked the schedule to see if they sent one out special for us.  Either way, it probably kept me from snapping…)

    The show was very fun.  11 000 people there to watch dance.  I was one of them.  Also: screaming and whatnot.  It was amazing to watch the dancers perform all of their tricks of strength and flexibility as though they are as simple as breathing.  And many of my favorite dances from the show were performed, so that was pretty fun.  These words aren’t describing it right.  This does:

    WHHHHHHHHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!

    Other items of note that were enjoyable on this trip:  we ate supper at Moxie’s before.  This is the restaurant that is in the hotel we were at (the Sandman, just a few blocks from the place with the thing) and we went there again after the show for drinks (me) and dessert (Bonnie).  There is a pool and hottub at the hotel and I used both of them.  When I missed my second bus of the trip (trying to get the 1:00 ferry bus but having the b-line take too long to get me there and watching the ferry bus leave the station fro the light across the street) I went into Richmond and went to Daiso (formally called, in this blog, “the two-dollar store”) and bought goodies, including a new wallet.  It’s just a card holder (I’l going to add some velcro or something so I can use one of the pockets for change) but it’s pink plaid and I already love it a lot.  (My last zipper pouch that I’ve been using for maybe two years still works but Is looking a little frayed.  All the sequins, amazingly, are still attached!)

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