Just some photos a video and a photo (for you to ponder in your dreams.
This is the end of the weir. The volume of water going over this man made devise is incredible. The currents are something else as well. The currents at the weir (also known as a low head dam) are very dangerous and meant to be avoided if you’re in the water. They are meant to keep river levels upstream relatively stable. There is a line of buoys upstream from the weir that boats and recreational water vehicles aren’t meant to go beyond.
Another weir shot, just down stream of the previous one. Notice the current in front.
The next two photos are of the pathway long the weir area of the river. It’s quite a pretty area.
This is Bran’s beard. Bran’s beard has a Marlo Thomas curl (remember the show That Girl?) though I don’t think the producers/directors and whoever styled her hair thought about beards. Maybe.
This is the video of the weir with commentary by Boy and me. Pay no attention to my chiding him. You all already know I don’t like to leave the house. It was fun yanking his chain though.
This is boy pinching Bran’s wenis. Get your minds out of the gutter and clit…I mean, click the link.
I was sick today with a nasty sinus headache. That happens when things have been wet too long. I woke up to sunshine and thought my face was going to blow up from my ears forward. I woke up later to a thunder shower. Then a couple of hours later the sun was shining again. Seriously. That’s enough with the rain. I’m growing mould.
I took today off (yesterday was Canada Day and therefore a statutory holiday) so I’m in day 2 of the 4 day long weekend. I’ve not done anything today. Yes, I’ve truly taken the day off. I got up at 4 pm and other than editing photos, I’ve not done a whole lot. I’m just uploading them to Flickr right now.
It rained again today. When I got up we were in the midst of another thunderstorm that Environment Canada had a “thunderstorm watch” for. This means it’s a big’un. At the end of the storm, when the light breeze was blowing a tornado warning was issued for our area. This means that a funnel cloud or rotating clouds were seen around. I have no idea if anything came of it, but nothing happened at our end of town. I went out onto the front steps and took a few photos for you.
After the storm (I’d been reading my online comics while it was going on) I edited up some of the photos from my Edmonton trip. Considering the scenic photos were taken through a dirty window of a van travelling at 110 kph, they turned out not too badly.
Now, the photos have all been uploaded and are ready to go so…first we’re doing the trip to Edmonton.
One way there we saw this weird cloud wall. It appeared to be like looking at mountains with clouds that are lower than the top of the mountains. It was very spooky:
It wasn’t until we got closer that we realized it was a fog bank with higher level clouds. Then the conversation turned to Stephen King’s novella (short story?) The Mist. It’d been made into a bad movie. The movie (no, I haven’t seen it) could not possibly compare to my own imagination. That story has been haunting my pre-sleep brain since I first read it in the late 70s or early 80s.
Next are some lovely prairie shots. When people ask me why I love the prairies these photos demonstrate why. Yes, I know we’re not as cosmopolitan as the larger areas to the east. Yes, I know there is a frustratingly large population of people who could be best described as “hicks”. But it would be hard for me to live anywhere else. I really am a stubble-jumper to the core.
And now for the two best photos of our rain this afternoon. I took the photo of the houses because of the overflowing gutters and the massive outflow from one of the spouts. It was amazing to watch. I should have taken a video. If I get my spit together next time I’ll do that instead of taking still shots. It’s hard to get a real feel for the sheer amount of water moving in a still photo.
This is our intersection. You can’t tell the difference between it and and a river.
Boy got me a bonus Pokemon that was being offered as a “gift”. He went to all the work of going to a new city and getting the gift being offered. He’s so sweet.
Bran made me Kraft macaroni and cheese for supper. It’s all I could think of on the spur of the moment that wouldn’t take a lot of time to make.
I’ve got a lot of feelings around what’s going on with my Dad. I’m sure that’s normal. Along with the grief and fear and other things I’ve got other stuff happening. I’m not sure it’s quite normal to have the odd resentment I feel that my cocoon of uninvolvement has been taken away. Now I have to get involved in the goings on of my Dad’s life. Now my sister will have more involvement in my life, even if peripherally. It is this that leaves me wishing that Dad had just outright died instead of this slow crawl to the grave. I feel very selfish and bad for feeling this way.
Well, I’ve done some processing of my visit to see Dad this past weekend. I don’t like processing. It implies feelings and I don’t do them very well.
What it all boils down to is that Dad’s mental condition is such that he’s not going to go home again. His needs far outstrip my brother’s capability of caring for him. Dad needs 24/7 care. My brother would have to have someone come in and, in essence, babysit Dad just so that grocery shopping and the like could be done.
I think the most painful thing for me was to see Dad, in his moments of clarity (and there were few of them) didn’t realize the state he was in. It’s better for him, I know. I mean, it would break him to know the state he’s in. But it brought home to me just how bad he is if even in times of relative clarity, he can’t recognize things. The weirdest thing was he remembered Bran’s name. I’m not sure he remembered it more than a hand full of times since we’ve been married in 1986.
Dad’s short term memory is shot. If you leave the room and come back he’ll greet you like he’s not seen you for an age. His cognitive abilities are damaged. He can’t keep track of conversations. He regresses in his memory, thinking that the entire family is at home or remembering my sister or oldest brother as living in Saskatoon.
Physically he’s very feeble. This man, who used to walk upwards of 10 miles a day doing errands can’t walk 10 feet without losing balance. His strides are about 1 foot.
He’s totally preoccupied with his watch and time. When he first arrived at the hospital the nurses took it from him (as they do with all jewelry in ER) and it distressed him enough that they gave it back to him. He told them that he was a navigator in the war and precise time was very important to him.
The practicalities are taken care of thanks to him creating a power of attorney for my sister and I. He thought that was what was needed in case of his death. It’s a good thing he had it drawn up because now we don’t have to go to the work of a competency hearing and such. The down side is that neither my sister nor I live in Dad’s city. We’ll be doing things as a team. That’s how the power of attorney works. Anything that needs to be signed needs both our signatures.
Interestingly, a power of attorney ends at death, so it would have done no good then. The business of the decedent is handed over to the executors (again my sister and myself) to dissolve, pay taxes and distribute the estate. However, it’s a damn good thing it was made up to take care of things now.
So that’s how things are right now. My sister is mailing up some paperwork for me to take care of when I get back from Edmonton at the end of the week.
Speaking of Edmonton…I have to be at the office at 6:30 am. (0630 – for those on the 24 hour clock). I’ve got most of my stuff gathered together but not packed up. I’ll be doing my showering in the evening before we go anywhere (if we do) tomorrow evening and Thursday) I imagine the other 2 women will want to shower in the morning. This saves some congestion at the bathroom.
Writing has always been my chosen form of expression. When I get highly emotional talking, being able to form cogent sentences abandons me. However, I can write. Maybe it uses a different part of the brain.
Speaking of brains. Yeah. Dad’s in hospital and won’t likely be going home. He’ll probably go to a home, just not his own. Apparently in the past months (who knows really how long) Dad’s mind has been leaving him. Because of issues I have with my older brother I haven’t gone down to visit Dad. The last time I saw Dad was when my oldest brother (not the one I have issues with) was visiting him and was able to drive up here. That was several months ago. Dad didn’t want to drive 2.5 hours on his own. That was ok though. I was content with short monthly phone calls.
On Monday my sister phoned. Dad is in hospital she says. Dad probably has dementia she says. It sounded bad enough then when she hadn’t gotten much information but hearing back on the history of things, yeah, it’s worse.
Apparently Dad has been forgetting who people are, like not remembering my brother, who lives with Dad. He wanted to know where Mom was. She’s been dead 17 years. There’s more, lots more.
Today my sister called to say that Dad won’t be going home. Even if my brother were to take advantage of the EI program for caregivers (a year off with unemployment benefits similar to maternity leave but designed for people who are caregivers of elderly parents) he’d have to be alert and on duty 24/7. Dad’s a wanderer. The hospital had to put him in a restraining chair. Yeah. And Dad figured out how to get out of it. He’s always been able to figure things like that out. This time it wasn’t a good thing. He was found to be wandering from room to room in the hospital.
He doesn’t appear to be worried about going home, at least that’s not the impression I was getting from my sister. I hope that’s the case. I’d hate for him to be fretful about being surrounded by strangers (but even family is getting to be like that) and wanting to go home. I’d like for him to be ok wherever he is.
We’re going down tomorrow to see him. My sister is going to be on the bus from her home in Alberta tomorrow as well. She arrives there sometime around 9 pm. We might see her. It depends on sunset times. Bran doesn’t want to drive home facing into the sunset. The glare is difficult enough when the sun is behind.
So now I get to grieve losing Dad. His body will be there, but he might not. Or at least the Dad I’ve come to know as an adult might not be there. It’s possible that I might be looking into my own future where I don’t know my son, my husband.
XMarks saved my ass today. One of the things I regularly do (once every few months or so) is manage to delete a folder of bookmarks. Usually it’s a folder of folders of bookmarks that get lost. XMarks saves my ass each time. I don’t know when I did it, but sometime after I read blogs and when I noticed they were gone, I deleted my blogs folder. That meant that every single blog I read as well as all the sites I use for graphics, Flickr and more were gone too. XMarks gives you the ability to download older bookmarks versions that were synchronized previously. So that’s what I did and now I can read all the blogs that allow me to read them. If you don’t have something like XMarks, then you need to seriously get something. It also means that if you’re away from your computer and you want to read your comics, or blogs or find that site for something you want to show someone, then having a service like XMarks is a good thing.
Working on the weekend sucks, but there was no one else available. One of my co-workers has been ill for a few days. She tried to make it through the entire shift, but wasn’t. I got a call at about 3 pm yesterday from the boss asking me to save him from going in to work. I figured I’d go in. We worked it out that I’ll be taking the hours as time in lieu after my holidays. I work days that week so the counsellor can work two shifts for me.
I realized yesterday that I did have enough holiday time accrued to take a full two weeks. My brain screwed up the calculations. However, because of working this weekend I get two days off with pay that I wouldn’t have had otherwise. My boss is beholden to me (well, not really, but it’s nice to think that way sometimes) and the residents get someone who can cook and not burn the french fries.
My first Pride Parade (with photos) was yesterday. I went with Bran, Michelle and Boy. I had some worries about being out in a crowd, but all in all I did not too badly. I didn’t march though. Bran and Michelle did. Boy kept me company in the shade (and despite this I still had a bit of a sun burn from the walk to and from the parade). I came home with a silicone rainbow pride bracelet and a rainbow streamer for our back yard, when we get one of our very own, with a fence, out of the city, on an acreage, away from people…sense a theme?
I should have taken a spot along the parade route. That way I could’ve gotten lots of excellent photos of the entire parade instead of the mob scene at the end. However, I didn’t so you get to see the best of the crap I took.
The very front of the parade:
Some of the marchers (love the kiss):
There were also teachers marching holding up signs saying things about non-hostile workplaces, equality and such. It was good to see that kind of support. There was also a GSA group from one of the high schools (oddly enough, not Boy’s though I think some of their members marched).
The float for The Avenue Community Centre for Gender and Sexual Diversity, Inc.
One of the queens on the Avenue Centre’s float:
These two drove the truck pulling one of the floats. I can’t remember which one. I think it was the Boyz float:
Speaking of boyz:
Last but not least are Mrs. and Mr. Gay Regina:
Those are some bodacious tatas.
After the parade I took some flower photos on the way home. One of them was a very neat purple and yellow flower that resembled an orchid. However, it was growing outside in Saskatchewan. I don’t know of any domesticated orchids that do that. I took a photo of it, but it was very grainy.
Here are the other ones I took:
A dandelion in full fluff:
This was taken with my point-and-shoot Fuji Film digital camera that Bran bought for me with Shoppers Optimum points. It works pretty darned well, don’t you think?
My niece knows the name of this purple daisy flower, but I don’t. The only thing that could have made this photo better is if a honey or bumble bee were on the daisy.
Another macro shot, this time of a flower that is either part of a tree or of a plant growing up the tree. Either way, the flower is quite pretty (prettier than the photo). There’s also one blooming on the ground, which is why I thought maybe it wasn’t a bloom from the tree itself.
And finally, some horticultural porn, just for you. I wouldn’t display such nastiness for just anyone. Spread that pollen, baby!
Yesterday was the first full day of sunshine we’ve gotten in weeks. It’s sunny again today. It’s quite a change from the rather drab, rainy days of the past months. I’ve heard many people comment on how relieved they are that the sun is out again. Certainly the ground is saturated through. Last night Bran and I saw some rather deep ruts caused by someone missing their turn and going up onto the grassy boulevard. Judging from the depth of the ruts, they didn’t get out of there without help.
So that’s it. I have to go to a building check soon, so have a good Sunday…or what’s left of it.
He wanted me to post an entry to let him know what’s going on in my life. He lives with me but is apparently very unobservant of, not just what I’m doing, but what he’s doing as well. You benefit (if you want to call it that) from his inattention.
Let’s see. In the past months I have been going to the gym. I’ve been trying for 3X per week, but for the most part it’s been 2X a week. I’ve been working on the elliptical machine and bike as well as doing core exercises, stretching (I’m way unflexible) and lifting weights. For the most part it has been going well except for when I put my back out a bit and got stomach sick a couple of times. The weird thing is that I tend to feel really good after a workout. Not just accomplished because I’ve done the workout, but physically, I feel good. Yeah, weirdness. I’ve not been pushing myself way hard because I still have to be able to do the stairs at work and stuff, but my endurance in all areas has been improving. Yesterday I got through 15 minutes on the elliptical without having to stop and rest. First. Time. Ever. Scary? Yeah. It is.
I had a meeting with my supervisor. She kind of threw my intellectual blocks in the air and now I’m trying to place them into a coherent order to create something worthwhile.
Work is going well. I still very much enjoy the people I work with as well as my co-workers. I don’t like the day shifts much in terms of how tired I always feel when I’m having to be up at 7 am. I really hate days. Evenings have their drawback as I have to check chores, but that’s a minor inconvenience.
The past week has involved my DS. First I was playing Animal Crossing. I was happily playign that and then Boy got Pokemon Heart Gold and gave me his Pearl version. That’s what I’ve been doing the past 3 days. I’ve been catching them all…well, not all, but strengthening Pokemon to do their second gym battle. The people at work (co-workers and residents) are thinking that I’m in my second adolescence. Maybe they’re right.
We haven’t won the lottery yet.
I’ve got a bunch of new comics and blogs, but I don’t have the inclination to list it all. The past few days I’ve been pretty much off the computer totally as Pokemon has consumed my limited imagination.
I also worked more on the beading I’m doing for Bran. I’ve gotten the yellow band totally done, the green is nearly as long and has mostly been joined to the yellow band. The red will be continued when I finish the green and then I have to buy some blue beads to do that band. I’m going to sew it onto some canvas so that it will sit properly on his shoulders. It’s like a priest’s stole and will hang down to his shins.
We’ve gotten a couple of all-you-can-eat sushi places (one a bit more expensive than the other but you pay for better quality). I know that sushi aficionados say that you shouldn’t go to all-you-can-eat sushi places, but our selection in Saskatoon is rather limited and the quality is actually quite good. They are certainly popular. For the first time, for a reasonable cost, I can eat my fill of sushi. Once, for a couple of days, I actually didn’t crave it. Scary, yes? The family thought so.
Spring is trying to spring here. Most of the snow is gone, despite the attempts of nature to blanket us yet again. The weather has gotten warm enough that all I needed was a light sweater.
In the past three months I’ve stopped and thought that there were things that I wanted to blog about. You know how it is? You see something, or something happens and you say to yourself, “I should blog about that.” I’ve forgotten most of them.
Oh, one of those is that I’ve been shaving my legs regularly. I know that’s not big news. It is, however, one of the few aesthetic typically femme things I allow myself to fall down to. I do it because I wear shorts at the gym. I still haven’t shaved (or waxed) my pits. I’ve been thinking of it but I’m very conscious of my wobbly upper arms and won’t be wearing sleeveless shirts for some time yet.
I need new bras. I have one that I prefer to wear to the gym because the straps don’t fall down mid-weight lift. However, having only 1 bra that is suitable (two are lacy itchy things and one is a more “stylish” thing with straps that are always migrating to my biceps) makes my life interesting. At least I know my size and such so picking out some Wonder Bras or maybe a couple of cupped sports bras would make my life better.
Speaking of buying things…We have to get our taxes done. That’s going to be a welcome influx of money. 2009 is the last complete year that Boy will be a deduction for me. Next year it’s only until May. He’s grown up far too quickly. I’m going to be doing an homage to him on May 25 if I can get the scanner to work for me. I want to scan photos from his life (to now) to show you, the people who’ve read about him all these years. I’ve never posted photos of him from before when he was little. I look forward to you seeing how cute he was as an infant and child to the handsome man he’s become.
I have a cold. I woke up this morning with a slightly stuffed nose and a sore throat. By the end of the day my voice was cracking. I diligently smeared hand sanitizer on whenever I moved at all, washed my hands lots, used gloves to handle food when I did fills and sprayed Clorox antibacterial spray on all the room knobs on my last building check.
I rejoined Facebook last night. The final straw was a co-worker moving to another city to go to school. He’s a hoot and I hated the idea of losing contact with him. Needless to say they lied. I followed their directions last year to delete my account. The final thing I saw was a page that stated my account would be deleted in two weeks following tht day. It wasn’t. It was deactivated, not deleted. So they were liars. I also hate the way it’s set up now. But if I want to keep track of him and my nieces (who are also no Facebook) I have to have the account and live with the liars that are the people who run Facebook.
I spent much of today going through lists of things. You can also do this at Top Tenz. There you can find out what the site writers think are the top ten most difficult plants to kill, most tragic artists, disasters, and much more. The link I gave you is to all the categories. It’s fun.
Boy isn’t happy with his new job. We’re encouraging him to give the job a chance and continue looking for alternate employment in the meantime. However, if he quits this job I fear the only other job he’ll get is in the food service industry. He doesn’t want that because he doesn’t want to get tired of his favourite junk food. How’s that for logic?
Dad’s not playing games about his will. He just wants to make sure that things will be done according to how he want and my sister and I are most local. Why he’s not asking my older brother to act as deputy executor is beyond me, but that’s his choice.
Day two of full-time employment is complete. Though it seemed to drag sometimes, that was more because I’m not feeling well than it is a reflection of how the day went.
I had my first cup of Starbucks coffee today. Well, more to the point, I had my first few swallows of Starbucks coffee. One of the parole officers came by and brought coffee as a nice thing. It appears that there isn’t enough sugar and Coffee Mate to make that liquid Starbucks calls coffee potable. I mean, really. Even after 3 packets of sugar and 3 of Coffee Mate I couldn’t drink more than a few sips before I dumped it into the kitchen sink. It was truly bitter and vile. I just don’t get the attraction to it.
It’s summer here. The next 5 days weather is for temperatures in the low 30s Celcius. Only Friday is under that but just barely. Needless to say I’m not happy with that. I dislike sweating and being hot. I was much happier with cooler weather and rain.
That’s about it for my life at the moment. Exciting, no? Yeah, no.
Thanks to Mrs. 4444 I found a new blog to read, State of Grace, a courageous woman (read her blog and find out why I mean this). Anyway, Grace started a new social networking place for women. She explains why she did this on her blog. Anyway, it might be a useful place for you to network with women of similar interests to yourself. Sorry guys, but More Women is for women only. Hmmmm…I wonder if it’s exclusively for women who were born xx or if transgendered women also can join. I’ll ask and find out. Anyway, the site tagline is “Single * Married * Childfree * Empty Nesters * More Than Mommies * POWERFUL!”
I’ve been sleeping a lot lately. Well, I guess sleeping the same amount, just doing it in shifts instead of solid blocks of 8 hours. It seems to have me well rested.
Dad called last night and asked me if I would be deputy executrix of his will. My sister is executrix, but if she can’t carry it out or needs extra help I step in. It’s interesting that Dad asked me to do this considering my older brother (the one who isn’t welcome in my home) lives with Dad. It has me wondering what’s going on. But hey, does it really matter? I told Dad that I would. If Dad’s playing games and having me as one of the people who sees his will is carried out and then decides to not leave me anything I’m ok with that. It’s his stuff and really, when it comes down to it, things aren’t important.
I’ve lived so much of my life without the important factors in my life ranging from healthy self-esteem, having exclusive control of my life (was on welfare for several years), right up to and including, the will to live. Material things were important so long as I was without those important inner self characteristics. After years of hard work and the help of modern medicine I’ve got some healthy self-esteem, thirst for living, and economic self-determination. I also have the love of my son and husband and a kitty that gives hugs. Material things just can’t measure up. So if Dad is playing games, then he’s missing the target. I’ll make sure that his will is followed exactly as he wants. After all, it’s his stuff.
Speaking of stuff, we’re going to be getting rid of a lot of things. We’ve figured out that it’s not likely we’ll be having a yard sale. While we have a fair bit of stuff we need to get rid of, there’s just not enough to supply a good sale. So we’ll sell the egg chair and a few other things that can go for some $$. The rest we’ll just give it away. Some of the stuff isn’t ours. I’m not sure what’s going to be done with that. I just know that I want to declutter.
I’ll be going through the cookbooks for recipes and giving the rest to the cook at work. She has a thing for cookbooks and is always looking for new recipe ideas. I know that with her they’ll find a good home (or if she can’t use it she’ll find it a good home).
Cream of mushroom soup (whatever canned brand suits your fancy) mixed with homemade veggie chili is quite good. That’s what I had for lunch. Mom used to mix cream of mushroom soup with canned vegetable soup. This is a slightly better version of that in that it has more taste flavours and spice. Really, it’s quite good. I’m sure it would rock the Casbah if it were made with homemade cream soup of some sort (potato, mushroom, celery, whatever) instead of the canned variety, but that’s what I had.
I think I’m going to bead weaving tonight. There’s nothing like some murder and mayhem and beading to make my day a thriller, right?
I found this on The Customer Is Not Always Right as an object lesson about never shopping while you can’t see. It applies to shopping while drunk as well.
Confusing Crosses With Crossbones
Retail | Tampa, FL, USA
(An older customer comes out of the fitting room wearing a black and red striped shirt with designs that look like piles of skulls.)
Customer: “I just think that this is so cute. What do you think?”
Me: “That’s a really interesting choice for a blouse.”
Customer: “Oh, I know. I just think these little flower designs are so pretty!”
Me: “Ma’am, those are actually skulls.”
(The customer looks a bit closer at the shirt before finally realizing what she is wearing.)
Customer: “Oh my Lord, I was planning on wearing this to church!”
It’s coffee night tonight. I was contemplating going out, but I’m grossly underslept (didn’t get to until after 1 and got up at 6). I’m trying ot turn my days around so I’m ready to work the day shift this weekend. Bran is picking up sushi for me for supper. I should have something to eat though. I’ve not eaten for some time and I think my blood sugar is crashed. Boy made himself a stir fry (he discovered the joys of my electric wok and premade jarred curry sauces) with ramen noodles. He’s happily chowing down right now.
I think Dad phoned, at least it was a call coming from his number. It rang 3 times and just as i picked up he (either Dad or the brother I don’t allow in my house) hung up. If it was Dad wanting to come visit this weekend he’s SOL. I work 12 hour shifts and won’t be around to visit. Anyway, he’s not called back and I’m not going to call him. Colour me stubborn, but it’s up to him and my brother to figure out what my brother is going to do while Dad visits us.
Bran and I went for groceries early today. We picked up my paycheck and headed out to CostCo to pick up some necessaries like kitty litter, tomatoes, bread and hummus. Of course we walked out after accumulating over $100 of groceries that didn’t seem to fill up the bags. It’s amazing how quickly things add up.
I’ve been looking at bento lunch boxes. I’ve got a wish list of bento stuff that I’ll buy eventually. If you click on the link, remember that I’m not asking you to buy me anything at all, just showing you what I’m going to get as money allows. Ok? The first thing I’m going to get is down the list a bit, FK386 – Square Totoro 2-Tier Bento Box — Leaves, Acorn and Mushroom. I’ll also be getting some spoons, silicone cups, and the book of bento recipes. Interestingly, I realized today that I sort of bento my lunches already because I use a plastic container that is shaped similarly to to a bento container. However, it doesn’t have dividers and cute little containers for condiments. I’m going to have to figure out how to do that for my lunches so that I can bento before I have bento boxes. Hmm… I wonder if our Asian markets will have bento boxes here. It’ll be worth checking out when the student loan money finally comes in. If it’s not in my account tomorrow I’m going to call them. It should be in our account by now.
Not really, I don’t mind the life I have right now. I’m fed (or will be soon – fish fried in butter, mashed potatoes and steamed cauliflower), I have a place to live (despite it being ugly expensive), I have a job, I have a family that loves me (hey, I’m not cooking the supper I specially requested) and I’m able to go to school and learn new stuff. I sleep as much as I want and need, except when I have to be at work. In many ways I’m kind of a human cat.
I picked up a bunch of books from school today. I haven’t been doing any school work at all and it’s time I get back into the swing of actually doing my reading and research. So I now have books and will be reading and making notes for my research proposal. Of course, since it’s murder and mayhem night, the reading will resume tomorrow sometime.
I’ve been having school dreams again. That’s part of why I’ve gotten the books. Night before I dreamt that I had a bunch of classes to take (I’m done with them) including Chinese. Chinese!!! Grade 7 Chinese!! Added to that was that they wanted to teach a class. Yeah, nothing like a little extra crap added on. Thank goodness I can wake up from dreams like that and say, “”Yay! I don’t have to do that!”
The weather has been more appropriate to a prairie summer. It’s hot and the air conditioner is running. I have not one but two fans blowing on me in bed to keep me adequately cool to sleep. I hate this kind of weather and look forward to the end of the week when cooler temperatures and rain are predicted.
I’m finding that though I sometimes miss Coke Zero I’m rather enjoying being soda pop free. I could choose other kinds of pop that I enjoy, like Canada Dry ginger ale or Schwepps (2nd choice) but drinking my mildly flavoured water has won out each time. I have thought of changing to Pepsi (they have a very good diversity policy in employment practises), but it’s just best that I leave that in the store and contribute less to the recycling needs of the planet.
That’s about it. I’ll be eating soon. Bran is cooking a marvellous meal for me and I’m watching murder and mayhem. Life is good.
