- Snow falls
- from the sky to the pond,
- from the pond to the sky.
posted on February 22, 2014
This morning. Woke up. Made coffee. Found pencil. Found paper. Found tape measure. Made sketch.
Then did math.
Wandered out to Arbutus, where they let me, totally unsupervised and everything, cut up fir.
Found tools. Laid out boards. Fastened boards to boards. Tacked on backing. Hauled new shelves into kitchen, where they fit exactly into intended space.
I’m feeling seriously goddess-like right now.
posted on January 25, 2014
Whatever shall I resolve this year?
Be nice as pie to Nola. This will probably involve making more pies, but it will be worth it. Today I took her out for a drive and teeny stroll on a level path out past Buttercup – the Kensington Lands area, I think. Cardhu came along for the experience and was pretty sweet about it not being a long walk. We also stopped at Brickyard beach and watched ducks and things foozle about in the water. It rained the whole time.
Eat more better. This is me right now eating an apple. See? Apple. Not potato chips. Ap. Ple. The thing about apples, is that they are much harder to eat while typing than potato chips. So I have put it down, but only for a moment. Really. It is actually quite tasty.
Plan ahead for big expenses. I have set up a separate savings account to store money I know I will need to pay stuff like insurance, property taxes, and other annual bills that want a large lump sum. I was just keeping it in regular savings and worrying I would forget and not have it when needed. This should help.
Walk every day, for at least forty minutes. I may not get far, but I should at least get outside and move along. Also, it keeps the dog young.
Finish what I start more consistently. I get distracted far too easily.
Is that enough? I think that is enough.
posted on January 1, 2014
Wahoo! Loot, loot, loot! Oh, yes, peace on earth to people of goodwill (I hear that is the more better translation, leaves open the option of harrowing the souls of them as has badwill) and so on. Me, I’m all about the whole sunreturn festivating, as when the cloud cover is solid, which it is in winter here, pretty much defines “winter”, it gets darkling from 3:30 on. And that just purely sucks for dogwalking. For the first two weeks of December I was trying to hit 8K steps a day, and without a car to deliver me plus Cardhu to happy trails (it is not that we mind walking to the trailheads, it is the time it takes to do so) I was hard-pressed to hit even that modest goal.
Nola’s broken foot has meant no walkies for her, of course. But at least she is now mobile enough to get up and down the stairs so the futon is back to being a sitting place rather than her bedsit.
Having been out and about visiting in the week prior, we spent a quiet Christmas at home. A bit of turkey (de-boned breast wrapped around thighs), Nola’s scalloped potatos, which I love, stuffing a la me, and green peas. It’s made for two meals so far, and looks to make another.
Loot tally for 2013: a wooden thingie for drying resealable plastic bags, a pretty necklace, a set of Canada: A People’s History DVDs, and a doorstop.
Nearly every year, either for Christmas or birthday or both, Nola will get me something that just makes me stare, and this year it was a doorstop:
It is true that it is my cat that has taken to shutting himself in the bathroom, and true that, when Nola insisted we needed to forestall him doing this, I was perhaps more indifferent than I should have been. I said he was studying doors and how they work, and that we should leave him to sort it out to his own satisfaction. Nola said we should get a doorstop. Well played, Nola, well played.
Anyway, the sun is coming back, we are again to be lent a truck for the remainder of winter (we have really excellent and generous friends), so the dogwalking will resume its usual courses. And in the evening, having already ripped the DVDs to disk, will be spent happily watching hours and hours of history documentary on my iPad.
posted on December 27, 2013
Nola broke her foot a week ago, and as one of many consequences she is now stuck at home for some weeks to come unexpectedly. With her car in Horseshoe Bay.
Last Tuesday I said I’d go across and fetch it. A simple act, you’d think, right? I mean, time-consuming and all, but essentially straightforward. Catch a couple ferries, find car, ferry back.
This is what it morphed into:
Visit cash machine, withdraw unmarked twenties.
Leave borrowed truck in public lot.
Stuff cash in envelope provided, seal envelope.
Meet contact in Gabriola ferry parking lot, receive packet of “art materials”.
Identify second contact (distinquishing marks: all in black, save for orange scarf) and deliver “art materials”.
Locate car in alley.
Drive round to street. Shove cash-filled envelope through mail slot of door.
And then, of course, get self and car onto return ferries and so home, which was actually the hard part. If I’d had a trenchcoat, though, that would have been boss.
posted on December 1, 2013