Archive for August, 2007
Boy headed off to his second day of Grade 10 today. He left about 15 minutes ago to catch the bus.
It was just after he left that I realized, yet again, how very precious he truly is and how blessed and privileged I have been. In those 15 years and 3 months Boy had grown from a tiny (albeit large baby) who couldn’t hold his head up, squalled for food and for a clean diaper, to a precious and adorable toddler who could turn his father into a pile of mush just by smiling. I remember when he was 3 or 4 years old, having a stare-down with his father towering over him, both with hands on hips, stubbornly refusing to give ground…and then Boy smiled. Yeah, there was daddy-puddle on the floor and lots of hugs and laughing. From there to now Boy has grown more into his own person, someone I admire and respect.
In all the time that I’ve known Boy, there isn’t a day that goes by that I can’t quite believe that he’s really here, that all I need to is call his name and hear his ever deepening voice answer. When he sits next to me I have to touch him, run my fingers through his hair, rub his back, just to have that tactile sense that he really and truly is here.
He still enjoys cuddling between Bran and I on the loveseat. He still likes hugs and kisses and doesn’t give a rat’s ass what his friends think of that. The other day he had a friend here. I got up, and went to the kitchen. On the way Boy stood up to greet me, we hugged and I kissed his cheek and his friend was all, “Eww!” Boy ignored it. He’s told me time and again, “I don’t care what my friends think.”
At one time he was just a little package of teeny person who would fall asleep in my arms, contented after his bottle. His little hands would grasp our fingers and try to stick them in his mouth. Now he walks out the door, going off to high school, catching the bus, transferring at the university. This is the first time he’s done that. In a few weeks or months, he’ll look back at today and consider how old hat taking the bus on his own is.
I’m still in total awe and wonder at the miracle he truly is.
The usual suspect, Raincoaster supplied me with this meme.
|Your Anti Climactic Fortune
Deep into your future, I forsee: Spoiled milk
That’s how many I have to go until I reach 1000 entries. Unlike VUBOQ, I’m not going to do a contest or anything fun like that.
I found a Miss Marple mystery on TV. However, it’s not my favourite old Miss Marple, it’s a new one. I’m going to guess that the Miss Marple I like is dead. It’s too bad really. She was quite good.
I slept all day. Well, not quite all day, but as close as I’ve gotten. I had a dream that woke up Bran and brought Boy from his room to see what was wrong. I talk in my sleep. This time I yelled.
Anyway, it’s been a day of do-nothing and I don’t really want to change that.
On my regular route of reading blogs I stopped and pondered at Rhonda’s early morning entry. Because depression is dogging me again, I decided to copy cat her to remind myself that life isn’t so bad, it’s just a chemical shift that will shift again.
So here are my blessings du jour.
- Though I’m tired, I’ve had the luxury of sleeping most of the day away.
- I have a child and husband who are more than happy to let me sleep the day away.
- Bran went and got groceries.
- Having the car, gas and money to pick up groceries.
- Having stores with a plentitude of wonderful foods to choose from.
- Being physically able to cook my own meals and take care of myself.
- Having a home.
- Living in a country where violence is rare.
- Having my entertainment brought to me via the television and internet.
- Being able to fulfill my dreams of an education.
- Every other good, neutral and even bad experiences that make me the person I am.
I’ve never done a link directly to a photograph before, but have used flickr or Image Shack to host them.
So, without further ado, here’s my grand experiment. I rather like this. I like it a whole lot more than using a hosting site. I shall be experimenting further with this function.
We have a new shower. It’s taller and has a new head, though I really liked the old one that was like sitting under a rain shower. I don’t know what the new shower will be like, but it appears to be tall enough to accommodate Bran’s height.
Otherwise, except for reading my comics and spending some time chatting with Mush and Brad, I spent the day sleeping. I don’t know why, but I couldn’t settle in to sleep last night. I ended up staying awake until into the morning.
Bran and I have spent the past five minutes being frustrated by Boy. We’re having to reset his sleep clock because school starts on Wednesday for him. I hate arguing with him because he cops an attitude of him being so hard done by and that we’re always treating him horribly. It’s a damned good thing that he couldn’t see my face. I was rolling my eyes so hard I’m surprised they didn’t roll out and hide under furniture.
That’s it for today. I’m tired, I want to sleep, but I’m trying to stay awake so that I can get on to a day time schedule like Boy. Starting next Wednesday, I’m back to school with a 9:30 am class. On Mondays and Wednesdays my classes don’t start until 1:3o. I don’t have classes on Fridays. I get a long weekend every weekend. I like that.
That reminds me, Bran and I have to get the new PAC schedule so that we can go and try to get fit.
That’s what we’re doing as we try to figure out what goes into our small storage spot under the stairs. So far we have the suitcases, some tools, winter coats (that probably won’t be needed until January), our games, the CDs and some other things. Of course, the living room is crowded with stuff that we’re sorting and whatnot.
I left a comment on Rhonda’s blog about how we’d given away my wedding bouquet. I was wrong, though in all honesty, I thought that we had done that. However, as Bran brought stuff out of Boy’s room for us to sort through, there was the box. I talked about how I felt that the person was more important than the box that contained mere “things”. Well, I was very mistaken. I’m still attached to them as is evinced by the fact that my bouquet is hanging on the wall above my lamp.
We had all silk flowers because of the multitude of allergies. In particular, my mother was and I am still allergic to roses. I wanted roses for my wedding, so voila. The box still contains my headpiece, Bran’s boutonniere and the poem that I calligraphied out for him. I copied out Elizabeth Barret Browning’s How Do I Love Thee for him and gave it to him after we did our vows…or was it at the reception…I can’t remember. It was a long time ago. Sometime in the future we’re going to get it all put together with a photograph into a shadow box or something.
Also, here’s the tidiest place in the house tonight:
Bran’s going to hang up Hibou (French for Owl, pronounced as ee-boo) a macrame owl that has hung in the doorway since Bran and I have been together. Hibou must be there to greet our guests as they enter our home.
Next thing I’m going to work on (because I need to be able to stand up straight rather than be hunched over under the stairs) is to make sure that everything in the big box of clothes are hung up and put away. That will clear a nice spot in our bedroom. Hopefully it’ll also mean that we can clear off the top of Bran’s dresser and find out if there’s another power plug in that bedroom. Somehow I think that there isn’t one. You know, it isn’t until you move into a “character” home that hasn’t had basic upgrades that you find out how dependent you are on modern code requirements requiring electrical plugs every six feet.
That’s about it for now. We have more work to do, lots more work, but we’re slowly getting there. Boy’s room is getting organized and he’s happy about that. The house is slowly taking shape and Bran and I are happy about that.
Danulai pointed out that she had to put in a postal code in order to see the picture. That sucks, since I’d put in a direct link to the catalogue page. So I downloaded the picture.
That’s the bed and it’s component pieces, except that the one pictured appears to be a double bed and Boy’s is a twin bed.
Canadian Tire is a giant hardware store. They sell a great many things from automobile parts, gardening tools and machinery, tools of all sorts, housewares, sports equipment and sporting goods, home improvement stuff like lighting, plumbing and such things. It’s a wonderful store to wander around in. It’s like a giant hobby shop for larger projects. Though they sell saws and all kinds of wood working tools, they don’t sell lumber.
I hope that answers your question, Danulai. I can’t think of anything that’s an equivalent you could find in the USA, but then again, I don’t know all the stores there.
Yeah…so we got home from having supper (A&W again) to the sound of our downstairs neighbour’s stereo. We could hear it before we got into the house, standing at the front entrance and getting vibrated. When we got in I asked Bran to put the subwoofer up to where it should be set. The noise of resetting it made the floor vibrate. Though we can still hear the base of his stereo, he’s turned it down to more tolerable levels.
The landlord was by fixing a few more things. Today he finished the toilet by putting a new mechanism into the tank. He’s also looking for something that might work to replace the shower. Poor Bran. He has to bend over to get his shoulders wet. Of course, I have no problem with it at all. Then again, I’m not two metres tall either (6’6″ thereabouts).
The oven element has been replaced as well. Only half of it worked before. So now the whole oven should work properly.
We were up early today. I woke up a little before 7 am and Boy was up to his alarm shortly after that. Bran got up to his alarm at 7:30. He and Boy were going to head off to a garage sale that a church was having. They’d advertised having futons for sale and Bran wanted to check them out, which they did. Alas, the futon that would’ve worked well didn’t fit into the car. When they got back I made a breakfast of ham & onion in scrambled/omleted eggs and hash browns. Not long after that Bran and I laid down for a nap while Boy played video games in his room.
Boy woke Bran and I up at 2 so that they could go out and look for a bed for Boy. They ended up getting one of those inflatable beds from Canadian Tire. It has an electric pump to inflate it (he’d blow out a lung trying to inflate it manually). It’s a temporary bed to last until we can get him something else. I’m hoping to be able to afford a set of bunk beds. That way there’s room for him to have a guest but not take up more space in an already small room. Then the inflatable bed can become something for guests who might need a place to sleep. I’m sure it’d be more comfortable than the hide-a-bed. It’d certainly be more stable. If you sit up on the hide-a-bed and lean back against the back of the couch, the bed tries to fold up under you. Not a happy thing to happen.
Ah! The music is off for now. I don’t know if the neighbour is going out and has turned it off, or if he’s just changing music, but it’s a nice break from the bass. It wasn’t bad for a while, but then it got so that it was hurting my ears. I asked Bran to go ask him to turn it down, but before he could go the music was ended. We’ll see what happens as time goes on.
The house is tidy (I did dishes earlier and swept the floors) and now all we have to do is relax. Tomorrow Bran and I will be emptying and sorting through the storage space under the stairs. We don’t know what’s in there right now and we have stuff that needs to find a home in there. So going through it to figure out what to keep and what to get rid of will be fairly important. Then we’ll organize how things in there are stored so that the things we need to get hold of but don’t need right now will be there and those things we want to keep but don’t need and can forget about for a while can be farther back.
I’m tired again. I guess that means that I’ll read through other people’s lives and then go to bed. I’m rather short on rest since I did a 32 hour run from Thursday evening to late-late Friday night/early this morning, then waking up at 7 am. To think, I used to be able to do that nearly every weekend when I was young. Oy!
Information on mung beans from Ayurvedic Foods to be enjoyed as cooked beans and Sprout People about the beans as they are most frequently enjoyed in North America, as bean sprouts.