Helenka, Queen of Outer Space

Life on Earth

Otherwise, a lazy day.
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Though the alarm was set for 10, I woke up after 8 and immediately panicked. Why? Because I should have been up earlier to book my rides for the blind group next Tuesday. Oops? But I still got the times I wanted. And then reflected on the weird dream I was having until I woke up suddenly. I think it was Brian travelling with me, though I was at the back of one bus and he was in the front window of the bus behind. We were communicating via hand gestures and mouthing words. He and I have a hilarious relationship, one that can usually be summarized by "I love you, you nut!" We ended up somewhere and a woman whom I didn't really know was guest preaching. She wore a pale blue, beaded, long dress, had long dark hair, and was standing under a Jewish canopy. Then I was worried that my rides provider was going to strand me. Then I woke up. Oh, my mind. Ever so entertaining.

I didn't do much more than read for most of the day. This "Jessica Fletcher" mystery involves a music-related murder in Nola. So far, so-so. Speaking of my chosen baby bro, we communicated about getting together on my post-b'day weekend. Yay, we're going to go to that fabulous Indian restaurant. And he's ordering me a blue case (apparently it's a cobalt shade) for my iPad so my new baby will be protected against inadvertent clumsiness.

With the TV season dribbling to an end, the only real TV was the season-ender of Bull. Strangely enough, for me it was the least powerful epi, despite the presence of a blind jury (who sat behind a screen so their faces couldn't be revealed to opposing forces in a drug turf war). Ugh. Anyway, I think I'll return to my reading.

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Thwarted longing to experience TO's amazing history.
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So, there's this place I want to visit. Even though it's a heritage building, it's not normally open to the public due to sabotage concerns - especially since 9/11. But, on two days each year, there are around 150 buildings throughout the city open to the general public. For free. Each building is featured for its architectural beauty primarily as well as individual artistic features (such as breathtaking mosaics in this case). The two days are this coming Saturday and Sunday. So why am I not going to be there? Well, church-John and I are already attending a funeral on Saturday and then there's church on Sunday.

But, blondie, those events are only a couple hours long. You could still go. Well, not so much. Because the place is at the foot of Lake Ontario and there is NO (as in nada, nichevo, sorry it ain't happenin') parking. So the only way to get there (reasonably) would be with my rides service. But that would require that we actually have a whole day ahead of us. Sigh. So I've decided that c-J and I should plan to do this ONE WHOLE YEAR FROM NOW. I know planning ahead is important, but it's been a while since I've been this calculating.

Anyway, the planner behind this facility was also responsible for the magnificent viaduct (and, thanks to Michael Ondaatje's book, that's how I found out). Here's a brief blurb about the facility:
Constructed in the 1930s, the R.C. Harris is the largest of the City's four water treatment plants, providing an average of 400 million litres of safe drinking water to residents in Toronto and York Region each day. Dubbed 'The Palace of Purification', the R.C. Harris was commissioned by Roland Caldwell Harris, Toronto's first and longest-serving Public Works Commissioner, as a water showcase to highlight the mundane, but essential function needed to make cities possible. The R.C. Harris is the largest ensemble of Art Deco buildings in Toronto, providing an excellent example of how Art Deco style can integrate with Late Romanesque Revival and Modern Classical forms. The plant is designated under the Ontario Heritage Act as a National Historic Civil Engineering Site, and has been recognized as a Canadian Water Landmark by the American Water Works Association.


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A placid holiday celebration is still....
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... better than NO holiday celebration at all. But, first, the rest of my silly day.

Went to bed at 2:22 (slightly naughty) and woke up at 10:02. Hey, nearly 8 hours. Yay. Didn't have brekkie until around 11:30. Then continued reading (and finished) "Murden on the QE2", another pretend Jessica Fletcher mystery while I had my fireplace (lights only) on for ambiance. Then I dozed off which meant I was late feeding the cats their lunches. But, first, I had to find the little monsters. Well, not Diva. Grumpy was on the back deck and came in. But Ce-Ce was missing. After I fed the two, I took a chance and opened the front door. Oh, look who's meowing, wanting to come in. So I fed her. While I was supervising the chaos, SuM came home unexpectedly early and we finalized our dinner plans.

We finally got together close to 7. She baked my whiskey-mustard chicken wings and got wine glasses for my bottle of rosé. She'd cooked up some broccoli, snow peas, and scallions with lemongrass paste, ginger, and garlic. And then we dug in. We polished off the wine and I have a few chicken wings as leftovers. Then we took a break in the living room, watching the cold open of the last SNL featuring Leonard Cohen's "Hallelujah"> OMG, so well done. I'd already watched the rest of the epi, considering it forgettable, but SuM wants to watch it 'cuz she likes the musical guest Katy Perry. Other than that, we listened to a modified light-classical channel she found. When I'd sat down on the couch, I'd moved a book she was reading: Neil Gaiman's "Norse Mythology". She mentioned some of his other books and I was interested in "Neverwhere" (so I've put a hold on it).

I suggested we could watch my Special Anniversary Edition of the "Stargate" movie ('cuz it has a dreamy young James Spader in it) for our next movie night. And then we finally had the dessert she prepared: vanilla ice cream, mouth-watering raspberries and supposedly ridiculously-priced blueberries, with tons of Bailey's on top. Mmmmmmmmm.

Right now, I've finished my mint iced tea and am heading off to bed, totally cat free (I believe, lol). I'm going to start another mystery book.

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It was a horrible day. It was an awesome day.
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Apparently, I can have both. Well, the "horrible" described the weather. Chilly with intermittent rain. Ugh. However, I was determined to not wear my WINTER coat (ugh, again), so added a cozy turtleneck sweater and my circular scarf to protect my bouncy hair. OTOH, I was pleased to wake up at 5:25 (20 minutes ahead of the alarm) and - what else - read. Then I went back to my normal Sunday routine. Oh, wait. That routine was disrupted when Diva decided she just HAD to visit me. SuM came and dragged her out. As I heard the car leaving the driveway, I looked over and saw Diva next to my chair. Sigh. SuM hadn't let the latch click on my door. So I carried her out, then got back to getting ready.

Had a driver who's driven me before. He was telling me about his new eating habits that I'm seriously considering trying. When I got to church, there was already an entertaining crowd in the Social Hall. The service itself was illuminating as we were reminded as to how we treat one another is as important as the work we do. Church-John and I decided on our day to go out for lunch, namely Wednesday. Yay.

I had a fascinating cab driver for my ride home. He was a graduate in animal husbandry from Somalia, had studied in Italy. Yeah, and driving a cab in TO. He mentioned his background when he asked about my work. We had an engaging conversation - and he complimented me on how teacher-like my speaking voice was. When I got in, I settled down to write a briefer account of the service than usual, most likely because I left out a lot of the music. Once I posted to FB, I crashed.

Managed to stay mostly awake during the news, but then dozed off, not waking until around 9:25, at which time I greedily consumed a bowl of cream of mushroom soup, a warm bagel, and a glass of wine. Now I'm just thankful I have no obligations for tomorrow ... other than reading two more mysteries I d/l'd. Yay for reading.

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Right leg is floating; left foot is asleep.
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Yes, I've dipped into the Sauvignon Blanc. Already had a glass together with a bowl of cream of chicken soup into which I dumped some crumbled bacon. That got my leg (and possibly my head) floating. I'm now following it up with a second glass, a quartered pear and a small wedge of Cambozola. Even though the wedge is quite small, I know I won't finish it tonight. So I suppose I should save the rest of the wine, too.

Despite being semi-conscious around the time SuM was getting ready for work, I fell back asleep and didn't wake up until 9:30-ish. That's a very good thing, as I stayed up reading until - eeeeek - past 3:00. And it's just an ordinary murder mystery ... but I guess I was just enjoying the fact that I could stay up as late as I wished.

I finally got my act together and did a load of laundry; then I let two cats in - at which point Diva thought it would be a wonderful idea to run out onto the back deck before proceeding down the stairs to play with either bugs or grass. She's the least adventurous of the cats, but today she obviously wanted to be stubborn. And there I was, wearing my beat-up slippers, hoping I wouldn't have to venture out into the grass. Luckily, I managed to pick her up and carry her indoors, at which point she decided to run upstairs and hide. Cats. Go figure.

When SuM came home from work, she was absolutely zonked. So I asked her if she had any plans for Monday after work and invited her for dinner, saying we could have the nummy chicken wings sitting in the freezer for months. She asked if I liked raspberries, and suggested putting them on top of vanilla ice cream, along with a liqueur. Sounds good. So we're both going to pretend we celebrated the holiday. [Delusions are my friends!]

Continued reading the murder mystery during the day and think I'll return to it shortly. I dozed off (and on) during the 6:00 news, so missed the footage of the Canadian team winning the world hockey gold. Yaaaaay! Managed to stay awake for my game shows, then switched the TV to the nature + music channel. It seems to offer the appropriate ambiance for the wine. I'm also using the excuse that the wine is warming up my throat as I'm getting rid of any lingering after-effects from my stupid cold. Okay, time for more yummy goodness in my mouth. TTFN.

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I. Am. Such. A. Dork.
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Tried to look for a set of papers (I'm pretty sure I kept ... unless I forgot I tossed them when moving, in which case it's a futile search) for the word game I used as an ice-breaker for bus trips by our church social club when I was in charge - only TWO decades ago. Uh-oh.

So, I didn't find the template in the stack of papers on the bookshelf. But I did find something else I've been frantically searching for. What? My collection of Euphoria perfumes! Yay!!!!! ::does happy dance:: Considering that wearing perfume has grown in disfavour as a socially unacceptable personal pollutant, I almost never wear it - even when I'm on my own (though using the shower gel is almost like using it). But I so wanted to wear it on my birthday (a Thursday), and after my birthday celebration (on a Sunday) after brunch. And now I'll be able to indulge as much as I want to.

OTOH, I'm resigning myself to having to recreate or rewrite the word game from scratch. I can only remember one question that always resulted in gales of giggles, hence its usefulness as an ice-breaker between strangers on a bus. I still have a month before the end-of-year party of my large blind group, so I don't have to worry about time. Just thinking up silly questions. Hey, I'm good at that!

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You know how you're not supposed to grocery shop when you're hungry?
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Well, I watched the entire two-hour MasterChef Jr. finale way BEFORE I even thought about having brekkie. Mind you, the luscious entrée from the winner who called on her Jamaican roots - a jerk-kissed lobster tail - looked so luscious!!!

Then, again, I didn't have a normal night, not when I first woke up at 2:42 (WTF). I struggled back to sleep because it seemed I was constantly fussing with the bedding, drawing layers on - no, too hot, tossing layers off - wait, I'm cold again ... so I was most surprised to have slept all the way to 8:04.

After that, I continued reading my mystery, and finished it. It was ... okay. So I've started the second one. Once again, I'm feeling bereft of first-run TV. Hey, TV execs, did MacGyver already finish for the season? Sigh. I'll have to look up the stats.

Anyway, my butt is hurting, so I'm going to go back to bed to read. I'm looking forward to tomorrow because a pear should be ripe enough so I can gobble it along with sinfully decadent Cambozola cheese - and a bottle of wine, most likely Sauvignon Blanc. I'll just pretend I'm sitting on a sunny patio (ha! so not our long weekend weather). But, for the sake of my delusion, ciao tutti!

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OUCH!!! I prescribed bed rest but....
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... first I had to wake up at 9:30 to do a few minor household chores before SuM came and vacuumed. Okay, back to bed with me. While she went and took Grumpy to the vet's (leaving Diva to keep me company), then returned, I managed to squeeze in a couple hours of mostly pain-free sleep. Almost cough-free, too. So not lol.

Couldn't even access FB properly, so instead I finished reading the third ballet book. Oh, those kids. The only good thing about this particular "academy" is that the girls were all so obsessed about dancing that being boy-crazy was so not a thing.

Only watched minimal TV tonight, aka the news and my game shows. Then I recorded the MasterChef Jr. finale, as I just couldn't see myself watching for two hours. Instead, I just borrowed three more books. I'd searched for ballet murder mystery books but they didn't have the titles I found. I still remember finding - in print - eons ago murder mysteries at the opera/theatre/etc., so there was a variety of settings. Instead, I chose two - DON'T LAUGH - Jessica Fletcher (yes, Murder She Wrote) books and one I didn't know was a Nero Wolfe one. I'd chosen it because it had a musical title. Anyway, I'm tucking myself into bed, having d/l'd all the books onto the iPad. Relieved I don't have to wake up early tomorrow. TTFN.

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Dork-i-dork dork (new lyrics for the Swedish Chef?)
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Nah, just a silly summary of my day. But-but-but, this morning I slept until 9:37. Truly, I'm amazed, even though I had to turn the lights on and crawl out of bed because I'd forgotten to take a swig of my cough syrup (which I desperately needed).

Today was ridiculously scorching hot. When I let Grumpy in after 3:00, the poor boy was so dehydrated. I get you, buddy. We're going to have another hot day tomorrow and then cold and rain for the long weekend. ::rolls eyes:: Typical Canadian tradition.

I was so aggravated during the day because I wanted to play a whole bunch of video clips on FB but I couldn't get the sound to work. Now, I know that I routinely lower the volume to nearly zero, especially before bed because the last thing I want to hear is the PINGGGG of FB Likes, etc. when I'm sleeping. So, I was so relieved when I restarted Firefox and pressed play on a "Come From Away" video. Yay. I can haz sound already.

So, what else was dork-tastic? Well, I really surprised myself during tonight's Jeopardy! getting all sorts of clues, especially Tudor history. Seriously, who knew! I was also having cravings for amazing seafood, so texted church-John whether we can go to the popular place near me next week. He is of a like mind, so now I can dream of those calamari. I'd even do a double order so I could bring the rest home.

Anyway, I hear there may have been some political announcement on the U.S. stations at 7:00 p.m. but I haven't seen anything on my computer yet because I was busy reading. Finished the first ballet book and have moved onto the second. Imagine a regular high school; now add the bitchiness, rivalry, and bulimia (to mention only a few aspects) of ballet academy. Set in Vancouver. Anyway, I'm returning to my relaxing reading. TTFN.

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The glacial pace of getting better.
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First, the fabulous aspect: I've got sleeping down fabulously. Got in a solid 7+ hours, waking up naturally at 9:17 ahead of the 9:30 alarm. Still without any hot lemon drink.

Spent the morning reading both the first ballet book (on the PC) and the cat tales (on the iPad). Happy to relax after my meals were delivered. Though my breathing is clearer, I still have coughing fits. Sigh. Keep drinking more fluids.

Had a full evening of watching TV, and managed to watch all my shows (the two N.C.I.S. shows and Bull), though I'm still confused by the first N.C.I.S. This is where being mostly blind doesn't help. Sigh.

Anyway, time to take my evening pills, have a dark ginger ale for a change and get back to my ballet book, as I finished the cat tales. I'm also having withdrawal symptoms for seafood, so am going to see if church-John wants to head out in my direction so I can satisfy my cravings for flash-fried melt-in-your-mouth calamari. ::moans in remembered pleasure::

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Monday ... or Weirdday?
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I vote for Weirdday. Well, actually, my body did first. Even though I decided I didn't need a hot lemon drink last night, I still slept all the way to 9:15. Wow! Mind you, my body thought it appropriate to play tricks on me first thing: to compensate for my pain-free leg last night, BOTH legs hurt this morning. ::growls in frustration::

I ended up having little to eat during the day, then trying to hurry up to finish "The Martian" while lying in bed. Unfortunately, the iPad needed recharging; apparently, my body decided I needed it, too, so I ended up having a quickie (two hour) nap. After watching the usual news/game show lineup, I finally had something else to eat (carrot cake) to go with all the Perrier I'd guzzled earlier. Unfortunately, while I'd been electronically disconnected, my book loan had expired. Sigh. I was SO close to the end. So, I tried to borrow it again, but could only get on the Hold list. But, in the space of just seconds, the Hold magically transformed itself into a Loan. Yay! While I was in the system, I also borrowed some cat stories by an author I used to devour decades ago. And I got three ballet books (I believe intended for teens). Then I grabbed my recharged iPad and - always a hit-and-miss procedure - d/ld the books.

Back in bed, I finally finished reading "The Martian" for a second time and started in on the cat stories. But now Im hungry, so think I'm going to make myself a ham sandwich. Perhaps even with romaine and dijon mustard. Happy eating and reading to me!

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Serenity soothes in several flavours.
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Er ... what? Well, that's the way I'm interpreting my day. First of all, it was almost warm enough and sunny, so I just wore a turtleneck sweater under my jumper, with my tropical sarong-scarf adorning my capelet.

Though I was still having bouts of violent coughing, church-John soothed my throat by presenting me with a mocha (with lots of whipped cream). I'm testing the theory that caffeine suppresses the coughing reflex. Hey, it's scientific (lol). Church was extremely soothing, especially the exquisite music. And much of the service, even though it was devoted to Mother's Day (and the less said about that on a personal level by me, the better).

After I got home, it took me much longer to write my review (because of the MD aspects), but I was very pleased with the outcome. And it's lovely to get comments from people I haven't seen in years. After I was done, I was an exhausted wreck. Finally had some real food (no, Tim Horton's hash browns, also a prezzie from c-J, don't count). Then I watched last night's Saturday Night Live. I found a lot of it screamingly funny, but was aggravated by the slurring of syllables and lowering volume especially when Baldwin was playing DJT. So not fair! I was missing the punchlines.

Right now, I think I'm going to be reaching for a ginger beer. I think I'll forego my hot lemon drink (woo-hoo, that's so daring). I'm also slightly confused, because my right leg has not hurt all day long. Uh ... leg? I thought your fractures had sprung their own mini-fractures. ::shakes head:: I have no idea what message my body is sending me. But erasure of pain is FABULOUS!!! Anyway, I think it's time to lie down and tackle "The Martian" for a while.

I hope your Sunday fulfilled you in many flavours, too.

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Getting better ... and entertaining cats.
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Well, at least I managed to do two things today, even though I hated it when I woke up around 6:00. Ugh. Managed to get back to sleep (especially when I couldn't even read my cellphone as it needed juice) and woke up at a much more civilized 10:45.

SuM asked whether I could take care of the cats for the rest of the day and overnight and if it was okay to leave Grumpy out on the back deck. I decided to go have a little chat with the old man. While I was out there trying to elicit his compliance to come in for supper (yes, I'm such a hoot), I was relishing the hot sun beating down upon me to dispel the chill of the breeze. When I went back in the kitchen, I bumped into SuM unexpectedly, giving us both a start. I thought she'd already left and she didn't know I'd gone outside. Hee. So, plans changed and she wasn't leaving, meaning I wouldn't have to worry about wandering cats.

I decided to jump right into the laundry, then checked the forecast. Wow. It was only 45, and all I was wearing outside was my black satin nightie and my sparkly long cape. However, I know I'm getting better despite some still grotesque hacking coughs. At least when I'm lying down, my lungs no longer whistle. Yup, I'm unique.

After my laundry was done, I could relax. And the other two cats decided to ... visit me. They stuck around for hours until I finally decided to send them home to their mum. In terms of real entertainment, I watched last night's Shark Tank, as well as the usual news and game shows. Now I'm rushing through my second read-through of "The Martian". I should be able to finish it with some dedicated time tomorrow and Monday. Anyway, I'm feeling much more optimistic about going to church tomorrow - and not interrupting the service because of my cold symptoms. Hope I continue to improve during the night. ::crosses fingers::

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Up and down ... every few hours.
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So not the night and day I wanted. To bed at 1 (a.m.), up at 4. Stayed up reading for a while, then back to bed at 6:30, awake at 10:30. This continued throughout the day until after 4 when I finally roused myself out of bed, having woken up in the middle of a winery dream (haven't visited the winery for 20 years, so now I'm wondering whether they make a raspberry cider).

Running out of my sick-bed staples of ginger beer and hot lemon drink. Can I cross all my fingers and toes and hope the cold fizzles before my supplies do?

I'm massively pouting at the TV listings. Still no new MacGyver makes for a very dull evening after the news and game shows. Naturally, I've been reading, both "The Martian" and other stuff, also trying to put myself into the mood to write something new of my own. Do I want to stick to my current fandoms or escape into the past? Decisions, decisions.

More decisions ahead for me as I'm researching other Afternoon Tea places I can visit with Brian. Because - with the lousy weather and shore-breaching lake conditions, I can't see the two of us going to the island for some time. We need a diversion. Yup, I'm on it!

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Rejoice, for I have vanquished the foe!
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So, which one, blondie? Your cold? Nah, it's still lingering, but I'm improving. I know that copious amounts of ginger beer, yogurt, and hot lemon drink have helped significantly.

Is it regulating your sleep schedule? Hah, I wish. I woke up at 7:30, coughed, went back to sleep. Woke up at 8:30, lather-rinse-repeat. Woke up at 9:30, decided my body needed to be upright to get all the couching out. Sigh.

So, what was this accomplishment? I finally, FINALLY got through "In the Skin of a Lion". I'll write more about it in my monthly book report, but I can honestly say I never want to read another Ondaatje in my life. Mind you, I can't wait to try to see the water filtration "palace", but the downright oddness of the characters left me feeling ... meh. So, I'm thrilled I can now return to my second read-through of "The Martian", as I'll have to return it to the library in a couple of days. It'll be a breeeeeze.

It was a relief to have non-confrontational TV shows to watch in the evening. The season finale of Big Bang Theory was hilarious and then I zipped through the two MasterChef shows. Already making plans for major rewatch sessions through the summer months of my fave shows and movies. Because, right now, I'm not feeling too optimistic about summer showing up. It's just so depressing, even if they're forecasting an absolutely scorching (as if) 70 degrees by the end of next week. My lungs and joints so do not need cold and damp. ::mutters and gets ready for bed::

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Hey, cold, stop ripping my abs and ribs apart.
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I know we have an ... agreement that I get the night and "IT" gets the day. But, holy hell, the coughing spasms are so violent that I feel my body being torn apart, especially when I'm lying down. I so do not need another hernia, TYVM. Or the searing pain.

OTOH, I did sleep until 7:27 and, after a few minutes, fell asleep again, not waking up until 11:45. That was excellent! I didn't even mind losing precious hours in my day. Not that it consisted of much: watching last night's N.C.I.S. Nola (a WTF hour of corruption and unredeemable evil). Then I continued reading the Ondaatje. I've reached the part where I'm really engrossed in our city's history. We've already had the building of the viaduct. Now, a decade later, our protagonist has been busy digging a tunnel 30 feet below Lake Ontario to house a pipe that will supply a palatial (must look it up for realz) water filtration plant. A nearby city boundary street used to be a forest. Really neat details. The imagery is still vivid and often violent. I'm wondering whether that is a feature(?) of all of Ondaatje's writing.

In the evening, I rewatched last night's Bull. Even though I basically loathe the adversarial system, I'm fascinated by courtroom proceedings. And I missed a few words here and there last night that did make a difference in my perception.

So, my day is done, but I think I'll mention a feature on tonight's news about a TO ballerina returning four months after giving birth to her second child to take on the role of the swan queen (Swan Lake, natch). She mentioned how she'd ::shudders:: ripped her abs during the first pregnancy, so had to work to avoid that happening again. Wow! If that can happen to a ballerina....

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Some algorithms make life very ... interesting.
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How so? Well, I keep track of people who react to my reviews of church services on FB, 'cuz it's nice to know who's reading and liking (Brent once in a while, other ministers, the church's proxy FB page, etc.). But today I was stunned to get a "Like" from the composer of many of the choral anthems being performed. That. Is. Like. So. Cool. So, naturally, I went and "Liked" his Musician/Composer page. ::giggles with glee::

Something else interesting is that, even though my body is behaving hideously during the day (you don't want to know just how many tissues I'm going through, but it's a good thing I had a 6-pack in storage). Beyond the stuffed-up everything, I'm also coughing. Blargh. But - a very important BUT - I reign during the night. I've managed to lull myself into a state of quiet quickly and get some good rest. Last night and this afternoon helped me, even if I'm still mostly miserable.

However, I wasn't too miserable when I managed to locate a cold Grumpy out on the back deck, especially as the sun had disappeared hours ago. Poor buddy. Anyway, SuM appreciated knowing he was okay. When she got home, she asked how I am and whether she can get me any supplies. But I'm okay for the moment, so hope I won't have to take her up on her offer.

I managed to keep drinking-drinking-drinking all evening long as I watched tonight's N.C.I.S. (both sad and goofy/silly) and Bull (which I thought was terrific). And, in between sleeping and TV, I kept reading the Ondaatje. Still fascinating. Anyway, time for more drinking and cough-syruping. And then precious sleeeeeeeeeep.

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Forcing (persuading) my body to do my will.
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Apparently, this is a new thing with me. Last night, after drinking my hot lemon and sucking on a throat lozenge, I finally cracked open a sealed bottle of Benylin cough syrup. And then went to bed around 1. With the exception of one brief wakeup, I managed to sleep all the way to 9. I certainly wasn't feeling any better, so the only thing that makes sense is the power of auto-suggestion. ::crosses fingers for a repeat performance::

After brekkie, I did doze off for a while. Had cold things during the day (Perrier, ice cream) and then soothed my throat in the evening with cream of potato & chive soup that I doctored with heaps of crumbled bacon.

Continued reading my Ondaatje. It's as vivid as the previous book but I'm enjoying it much more, possibly because it recalls all sorts of historic events in the province, including the building of the magnificent viaduct across the river on the east. Unfortunately, in order to create a barrier against people wanting to kill themselves on the upper portion (there's a subway running along the lower level), there was a competition and the winning design is absolute garbage, with steel strands supported by rows of (take your pick) telephone poles or crucifixes, with A FEW of the strands adorned by metallic "teardrops". A travesty, if you ask me.

Apart from reading, I only watched the news and my game shows. Well, I think I'm fading quickly. Time for my medicinal routine and bed.

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How special is the blonde?
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helenkacan
Special enough that she can get sick between posting last night and going to bed. Sigh. I came down with a nasty cold. A Jamaican ginger beer and a medicated hot lemon drink helped, as well as one throat lozenge. Then, before falling asleep, I sorta kinda put myself into a healing trance and - thank you, Universe - fell asleep quickly.

However, I knew all was not well this morning. I had to decline my scheduled volunteering at church because the last thing I needed to do was sneeze all over the elements while serving others. Not only was it horridly cold outside, it was hideously cold inside as there was no heat. Normally, there wouldn't be any in May, but this is not a regular May. Sigh.

One of the benefits of not being on duty is that church-John, our friend Cory, and I were directed to Brent for Anointing for Healing. Come on, healing, please kick in! Couldn't wait to get home so I could get warm. Did my much-abbreviated review of the service, then had lunch and crawled into bed. Ended up watching last night's Saturday Night Live that was a first-run. OMG. Lots of outrageous skits. The host was Chris (not the Chrises you're thinking of but James T. Kirk) Pine. Meh. After that it was the 6:00 p.m. news (boo, Raptors folded in 4 to Cleveland). Then I dozed off.

When I woke up, I had cappuccino yogurt (easy to swallow) for dinner and another ginger beer. In a little while, I'll have another hot lemon. And pray for sleep. I may try to zone out with some more reading. At least I was enchanted by a repeat of the Peg + Cat Magic Flute epi. Because I actually watched instead of merely listening, I saw it was the Magic Lute. After that, I heard singing to Beethoven's Für Elise, as well as his Appassionata Piano Sonata! This cartoon is amazing.

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A reprieve from the rain ... at least here.
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With more of the province getting hammered, we've been spared as the forecast fell short. Hey, that's perfectly okay, especially after we were told on the evening news that the lake level would continue to rise for one month. Yikes. Anyway, there were some horror stories shown. In the north-east (Québec), they showed two houses side-by-side. One woman was bemoaning the most likely loss of her house as the basement was flooded. Her next door neighbour built hers later according to a more cautious code and is expected to be fine. Talk about cruel fate.

At least several municipalities have called in the armed forces for sandbagging duties. Hey, if you have a source of mostly-young able-bodied people who will follow orders, why not use them? Too bad our mayor got skewered at the turn of the century for doing the same during a severe snowstorm.

Anyway, I managed to sleep in until 7:30. Continued rereading "The Martian" and then d/l'd "In the Skin of a Lion" - another Ondaatje, as it suddenly became available. I'd already finished my SGA novel and returned it. It had been a Team-plus-Weir fic. It wasn't bad ... but then I've been spoiled by some terrific fanfic. Just watched the news and repeats of my game shows. Yes, boring blonde is blring but at least I had more blueberry mint iced tea with my evening pills. Woo-hoo.

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