Monday, November 30, 2009
As for the November part, I'm having a hard time with the idea that it's December tomorrow. That it'll be a whole 'nother year in a month. Where the H-E-Double Hockey Sticks has my year gone?
The end of November also means the end of NaBloPoMo, and I'm quite proud of myself for sticking it out. I can't say that I feel more brilliant as a blogger/writer...I admit that there was as much (or more) whinging or inanity, or whinging and inanity, as genius insight or wittiness. But you know what? This exercise was great simply as a discipline practice, and every day, I sat down to blog. Whether I felt like it or not. And that feels good. Whether it was good or bad, whether it was easy or tedious, I accomplished what I set out to do: I blogged every day for a month. And if I can do that with blogging, I can do it with other things. I managed another unspoken goal this month, as well, starting about half-way through - every post since Nov.16th has been given a song title. An odd little quirk I sort of fell into, but had fun carrying out.
The NaBloPoMo folks have set a different challenge for December, but I'm up in the air about it. I may take it on in a revised capacity, but I'm going to sleep on it tonight. Meanwhile...I've been puttering about trying to make Christmas cards. Something I used to do every Christmas, but haven't in a couple of years. I found myself missing it, so I stocked up on some crafty supplies and sat down to it this evening. And am decidedly unhappy with the results...Something else I'll sleep on, I imagine! But it was still fun playing with glue sticks and glittery stars. I've put it all away for now, and may or may not come back to it later this week. I have enough to do, really, and am experiencing an increasing need to knit something soft and wispy and lacy for myself. (Why yes, I do have exciting plans for my Christmas break! Pattern suggestions, anyone?)
And that, folks, is all she wrote. For this month, anyway. Perhaps a celebratory nip of something is in order...
Sunday, November 29, 2009
Then, an early dinner with Baby Sis & the niblings...We went downtown & met up with Mom, who's back in town for a few more days. It's been awhile since I've had a big fambly dinner, and it was good! We took the kidlets down to the shore for a few minutes, where Mr.Q found them each some shells to take home. At dinner - the Mexican place again - the youngest announced that we all had to speak Spanish, and we should call her by her Spanish name. Which, apparently, is "Princessa." Duly noted!
Walking Mom back to her hotel, the older niece & I "rode horses" down the street. Complete with the "giddy-ups" and "whoas" and calling each other "cowgirl." When my "horse" got tired (being a worn-down old nag!) she let me hold onto her hood and ride with her.
I just know one of my students saw it, and I'll hear about it at school tomorrow. This amuses me greatly. So much so that I think I might be disappointed if it doesn't happen!
Then we listened to They Might Be Giants on the drive home. Quirky, and kind of fun once in awhile! Not a bad way to end the weekend, at any rate...
Saturday, November 28, 2009
Last night I slept for 10 hours. I woke up super-early, and had hot chocolate and toast for breakfast. Then Mr.Q and I went rambling about town. I can't tell you what for, coz it was Giftmas-related. It rained. We got very wet. We came home, dried off, and I spent the afternoon crafting. Sorry, no pics - again with the Giftmas stuff. (Maybe later, though!) We watched the Dr.Who "Waters of Mars". I'm not sure that I loved it, but hell, I'll take David Tenant while I can get him! Then we watched some of the original "V" mini-series. It was really bad. Or I was too sober. (Or both.) Was hair really that big in the '80s? I seem to have repressed that memory. (Did I ever own a spray can of Aqua Net? I must have, but I can't remember...I have vague recollections of acid-washed stretchy stirrup jeans, though, and a haircut much like Mick Hucknell of Simply Red...It was the '80s, I was not responsible.)
Off to bed momentarily, to cozy up in a freshly-laundered duvet. Lest this be mistaken for housewifely diligence, it should be noted that said laundering was undertaken immediately after an episode of cat vomiting. Good times.
Bonne nuit, then, dear diary. A demain.
Friday, November 27, 2009
About lunchtime, though, I started to crash. By the end of the day, I had had rather a rough landing, and I think I'm fighting a bug now. I hopehopehope the sore throat and achiness are just from being wiped - it's not unusual for me to feel like this if I'm over-tired. I'm going to have to go to sleep pretty quick, though, to set things right again.
I did have a nice surprise in the mail: My latest etsy find, a new home for my new camera. It's a little "prettier" than my usual preference, but lately I really find myself drawn to that chocolate and teal/turquoise colour combination. And more recently, chocolate and pink. How weird is that? At any rate, I'm pleased as punch with the wee gadget bag, not least coz the seller added some extra padding (at no extra cost!) to keep the camera that much safer.
And now I'm going off to bed. Nights!
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Met Baby Sis and the kidlets after their trip to Science World today. They were totally buzzed (the kids, that is...Baby Sis looked a little frazzled and kind of kept giggling to herself under her breath) and I got the best hugs! I love Auntie time. And they didn't even ask for Mr.Q! (Which is pretty much a first, in 10 years of shared Aunt & Uncle-hood.) We went for hot chocolate at The Bean, and Mr.Q met us there after work. I'm not sure whether the lady at the window was laughing at the girls, or at Mr.Q. They were all 3 pretty entertaining!
And that was totally the highlight of my day today. That, and the fact that it's Friday tomorrow. I'm very excited about Friday tomorrow. Very, very excited!
(A PSA: Regular readers may notice that I have enabled comment moderation on The Blog. I was starting to get a lot of weird spam, not even the how-to-make-your-willie-not-so-wee kind. Thought I'd see if it makes a difference. Here's hoping!)
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
(I might also pay for watching X-Files before bed...oy! Chris Carter came up with some creepy, yucky stuff!)
One oddness the last couple of days is that I seem to have lost (hopefully only temporarily misplaced!) my knitting mojo. I couldn't figure out why I had stalled out, but it came to me as I was falling asleep last night: of the several WIPs I have on the go - most of which are at least sort of on a deadline - all of them are at a place where stitches need picking up.
Guess what my next favourite thing to getting a root canal is?
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
I love Christmas, I do. But it seems like the hype begins earlier and earlier every year. Before Remembrance Day is hopelessly tacky...Before Hallowe'en is just obscene. And I started seeing stuff out after Thanksgiving for Bob's sake! (Please remember, Gentle Readers, that our Canuckian Thanksgiving is the first Monday in October. Far, far too early for Christmas advertising!) So I've been a little Grinchy about it lately. Until today.
I dunno..something about the quality of the morning light just shifted things. It feels like winter, it seems fitting to be thinking about festivities and warmth and garlands and stuffing recipes and whatnot. When I left work and it was almost dark, the white fairy-Christmas lights up along the street looked magical.
I came home & made a ginormous tuna casserole with potato chip crumbs on top...Why did I never know of this? It's so tasty! Perfect on a near-winter evening. I've recently heard that eggnog goes well with bourbon, and I'm about to try that out while I'm feeling all adventurous with the foodstuffs.
Then, I suspect there will be cuddling with the beasties. Though I'm hoping there will be some playing of tunes first...3.5 weeks till Christmas break! Not that I'm counting or anything!
Monday, November 23, 2009
I kept hoping I'd wake up and it would look like this instead:
No such luck. But I'll keep dreaming!
Sunday, November 22, 2009
It was a very dramatic reading, and they were quite engrossed in the story. Much quieter - though not nearly as hilarious - as the song the youngest made up that went something like this: "Ribbit, ribbit, fart, fart; I love you with all my heart!"
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Then, she showed up for a visit yesterday, and I showed her my stash. I told her I could teach her to knit socks while she was here. She said no thanks.
But when she got up she asked how hard it would be to knit baby socks. This morning, we popped into a couple of yarn stores, where I sort of enabled the beginning of her own stash. (Beentsy will be thrilled to hear that she went straight for the Noro.)
This afternoon, she turned her first heel:
This was more of a challenge for her than it might be for others...She's rather an independent spirit, and had a hard time with the "don't ask questions, just do what you're told" aspect of heel-turning. But she did it, and was mighty pleased with herself in the end:
I'd love to tell you more about it, but just now I have to go show her how to graft the toe...
Friday, November 20, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
So I had this brilliant idea that I'd stop on the way home and get groceries. Mr.Q was right on board with that, and agreed that it would be even more brilliant if he intercepted me at the coffee shop & we could walk home together.
Doesn't that sound lovely? All domestic-like, maybe even a little sweet & romantic?
Yeah. Except, there's, like, a typhoon going on. My pants were stuck to my legs by the time we got home. (Thank Bob for the new Gore-tex jacket! I can't believe I waited so many winters to finally get a Real Jacket!) I think even the Cheerios inside their plastic bag inside the box inside the shopping bag got wet.
Blech! Not my finest moment. Nor, though this may be hard to believe, my most attractive. And now Mr.Q is making me listen to the soundtrack to Hair. On vinyl. My brain does not know how to process it all.
Therefore, my brain will have a cup of tea and take itself to bed in short order. And try not to think about the fact that there is a rainfall warning in effect for tomorrow...which is something like the eleventieth day in a row. I expect I'll wake up with webbed feet any day now...
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Mr.Q's out to another concert, so kitties and I have the evening to ourselves. I am just about done the toe of my first Blue Brick Wall sock; just about at the weird short rows of another Baby Surprise Jacket; and just about at the heel of another funky STR sock (with a different heel construction than I've used before, so it requires a little one-on-one time to get past that point)...So I'm hoping to get some of these bits & bobs finished up tonight. So I have a few less WIPs cluttering the place up. I think I am seriously running out of unused knitting needles!
And that's all I've got for y'all tonight...Hope you're all warm and dry!
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
(Why, yes, I am easily amused...Your point is...?)
Monday, November 16, 2009
"Pineapple Express" my ass. With a monniker like that, I expect a fast train to a tropical destination, where there are palm trees and beach volleyball and sexy men in loincloths to bring me drinks with umbrellas.
Instead, the damp-cold has seeped inside to the point where Mr.Q, 2 of the cats & I were snuggled up so tight last night (under 2 quilts) that we barely took up half the bed among us. Sounds cozy, but not actually so conducive to a restful sleep!
Mom's in town again this week for work, this time at a hotel just a few blocks from the school. So we met up this evening for dinner at a very tasty Mexican restaurant...Which managed to push the deluvian weather to the edge of consciousness for a little while! I couldn't help wishing, however, that the sangria was really mulled wine. (I did get some ice cream though! With honey on it. And fresh churros. NOMMERS!) Quite a loverly little outing - thanks Ma!
And on the way to the bus, I ran into an old friend from my university days. I haven't seen him in at least 5 years, maybe more...he looks exactly the same, and hugs just as well as I remember. A serendipitous little moment in the rain!
Off to drink the tea Mr.Q just put down in front of me, then probably off to bed when this record is done (Plastic Ono Band...my life is surreal!) We should be somewhat warmer tonight, as I had beans for both lunch and dinner today...Mwahahahahahahah!
Sunday, November 15, 2009
1) There is no ice cream whatsoever in the freezer. None. No matter how often I look to see if some has spontaneously apparated. (Too much Harry Potter?)
2) Even if there was ice cream, it's too damned cold and miserable to eat any without suffering from serious hypothermia.
Again, I say...woe! These two seemingly mutually exclusive wrongs of great wrongness are in no way cancelling each other out. Wah!
Meanwhile....I almost managed an entire weekend without getting out of my PJs (it's good to have goals!) but finally started feeling a little squirrelly about lunchtime. The rain had slacked off, and a friend was picking Mr.Q up for a coffee date, so I got a ride up to the neighbourhood to get a little grocery shopping done.
By the time I finished, it was pouring again...sigh. I sloshed my way up to the bus stop to get home, but the scheduled bus didn't come. I was just about to give in to the elements when Mr.Q called - his friend was driving him home, they were mere blocks from me, did I want a ride?
Ummm...duh! Most serendipitous timing indeed!
It almost makes up for not having any ice cream in the house.
Almost, but not quite.
Saturday, November 14, 2009
As usual, I enjoyed the company immensely - yay knitters! And at our post-shopping pub visit, I got to sample a couple of the cocktail pitchers that will be on the menu for our Festivus Swap next month. I 'spect we'll have to sample our way down the list that evening. I believe that when the room was booked, they were told that we needed good lighting because we'll be knitting. The poor pub isn't going to know what hit them. This amuses me more than I can say!
Today has been a perfect lazy day, and the evening is shaping up to be more of the same. Mr.Q has just headed out the door to enjoy his Christmas present. As for me, I am going to eat a whole head of roasted garlic, all by myself. I'm very excited about it.
And then, I'll likely eat the whole tube of toothpaste, but it will have been well worth it. The trick will be waiting until it's properly buttery-soft before I take it out of the oven. Because it smells sooooo good, and I want it now!
Friday, November 13, 2009
At which time I settled in and waited 50 minutes - yes, that's right, FIFTY - before finally telling the receptionist (nicely, ftr) on my way out that I'd call and reschedule another day.
I'm a little cheesed. See, I have to miss either an afternoon's work - or pay the equivalent in taxi fare - to get to her appointments. And to do all that and not even be able to see her, because Bob forbid I have other commitments and foolishly only allowed myself 45 minutes for the appointment...
Anyway, that's all the time I have to be grumpy about it, since I have to be out the door in 20 minutes to meet my peeps for an annual par-tay that I've been looking forward to for weeks now. It is cold outside today, and I'm awfully glad I've got all manner of hand-knits to keep me warm en route!
(PS - the chicken curry last night was just what the doctor ordered. Well, the doctor in my head anyway. If I waited for the doctor in real life, I'd probably still be waiting for yesterday's breakfast...!)
Thursday, November 12, 2009
*To rush-hour drivers: A red light means "EVERYBODY STOP" - not "Everybody except you, the speshul snowflayke on your cell phone in the SUV, weaving your way in and out of the parking lane at 110 in a 60 zone to get past traffic." In fact, the red light especially applies to you once the walk sign has come on and the pedestrians at the intersection have actually stepped off the curb. Asspickle.
*To students: "I was in the hospital for 2 days" is a reasonable excuse for being absent. I'll even take "I had to take my room-mate to the hospital." Because I also take transit, if you make at least an attempt to sound sincere, I will even pretend to believe you if you tell me your bus "just didn't come." However, "I overslept" and "class is too early, I can't get out of bed" are not acceptable excuses. So when you fail the test you have known about for two frakking weeks, please don't be surprised at my complete lack of sympathy. Dude in the hospital can take a re-test; you cannot.
*To the girls still in their shorts and mini-skirts: The reason you are so cold that your legs are blue is because it is November. In Canada. I know this is Lotus Land and all, but if you'll just take a look around you, you might notice that there is snow on them thar hills. Also? Big winter parkas, UGG boots and short shorts is a far bigger fashion faux pas than my hand-knitted socks-n-'Stocks will ever be.
*Self: put a big dollop of Bailey's in your coffee tomorrow. It's Friday. Live a little. Plus, it might lessen the aggravation of Teh Stoopids.
*Mr.Q: Co-worker got flowers from her fiance delivered to her at the school today. With a little card that said "Just Because." All the women melted. Including me. Just sayin'.
Hoo boy! Little grumpy today. I think some chicken curry might ease things a little. Off to try that particular experiment!
Wednesday, November 11, 2009
I wish the picture was clearer, as the planes (some of which Mr.Q identified as Spitfires - I'll just take his word for it!) were brightly painted. A striking contrast against the stormclouds. They - or other planes - flew over a few times. It was pretty neat.
We sat down for a coffee, after picking up a package that was waiting for Mr.Q. A record, of course. (Surprise, surprise!) However, there was something unexpected enclosed: A refund for a shipping overpayment. In a rather unusual form:
Haven't seen one of those bills in quite awhile! I got a few rows on my latest sock done, too. The one I started on Saturday. I had forgotten how quickly a plain vanilla sock can knit up:
Home and tucked in for the late afternoon & evening. Might sit down for some old-school Dr.Who before Mr.Q heads out for rehearsal. Kind of looking forward to a quiet evening solo. I 'spect some tomato soup and grilled cheese are in the immediate dinner forecast as well....It'll go well with the Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme currently on rotation...
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
The recipe is incredibly complex and detailed, so please take careful notes:
Take a large yam & chop it into 1-inch pieces. Toss in a baking dish with some olive oil, a little salt & pepper, and several whole cloves of peeled garlic. Roast until it's all soft.
Meanwhile, dice a small onion and saute in olive oil till soft. Add a can of black beans (drained & rinsed), a dollop of tomato paste, some cumin, and maybe a hint of ginger or chili powder. Fry it all up, stirring often and mashing the beans as you go.
When the yams & garlic are done, cream them until at least sort of well-blended.
Spoon beans & yams into slightly-warmed soft tortillas and accessorize as you please. We had cheddar, sour cream, and some diced tomatoes & mangoes that I was going to salsa-ize with some cilantro and a bit of chili, but in the end I decided to leave them au naturel. It was the right choice - the mango perfectly set off the sweetness of the roasted garlic yams.
The beauty of this concoction is that it's super-easy to adapt for vegans and meat-i-vores alike (it would be scrumptious with some shredded chicken!) It's hearty and filling without feeling all heavy and sluggish after. Nom!
Feeling pleasantly satisfied now (though with some wicked garlic breath!) and thinking it's time to settle in with some knitting and X-Files. And maybe a cat or two.
Monday, November 9, 2009
(Content Advisory: May contain Too Much Information)
So I have finally accomplished the near impossible, and - thanks to a knitter! - found myself a Real Doctor. One who is at a Real Clinic, not a walk-in; who is taking new patients; and who works in my neighbourhood. Even better, it's a woman, and she actually listens to what I say, and explains things, and answers my questions without condescension. Rock on!
So I went for my physical last month (whee!) (not) and while I was there, I asked her about this persistent little cough I've had for aeons. And she agreed to help me pinpoint the cause. Yay! Coz it's really a pain in the butt. It's not in any way related to a cold or flu or other respiratory illness; there are no indications at all that it could be asthma or something similar. I've had x-rays done, and there are no signs at all of anything odd in my lungs - no scar tissue or tumours or tadpoles...It's quite the mystery. I'm not worried about it at all, mostly just curious and a teensy bit annoyed. Since laughing too hard can set me off, and in the current hamthrax climate, coughing in public could easily lead to being lynched.
The doctor thinks the most likely culprits are either allergies (which I think is probably the case) or acid reflux. Since acid reflux is easier to rule out, she's decided we should try that one first. Pretty painless - just take a pill every morning for 2 weeks and see if it makes a difference. She sent me off with some free samples (I love being Canadian!) and told me to come back in 2 weeks.
So, I have been diligently waking up with Mr.Q every morning, taking one teeny pill, and going back to sleep (it has to be on an empty stomach, and there's no way I can wait a half-hour for coffee once I'm out of bed!) And you know what? It has made a difference. A big one.
Only, not for the cough. There have been some interesting side effects that were not listed on the insert along with the blindness and hairy palms...(or wait - were those for the other thing?) It seems I have developed chronic - nay, perpetual - gas. If I were a dog, I'd have to change my name to Walter. Fortunately, unlike Walter, my bark is worse than my bite...Unfortunately, it's the opposite of the dreaded "silent-but-deadly" phenomenon. Not stinky at all, but loud like an out-of-tune trombone. And it's really embarrassing. (Though not so much that I won't put it out on the innernets for all the world to read...)
It's also really, reall funny when it startles Mr.Q and all 3 of the cats awake. And I think it may open up a whole new chapter in musical expression.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
- staying in PJs all day
- having spicy hot chocolate for breakfast
- catching up on Mount Laundry
- baking cookies (oatmeal-coconut-apricot)
- putting all 4 of my Iron & Wine CDs on random
- knitting (duh!)
- watching X-Files
- listening to a fantabulous Gram Parsons tribute album
- posting gratuitous cute beastie pics:
How's your Sunday?
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Mkay! Off to make some tea & go to bed...though it's beyond me why I'm so tired after sleeping in this morning and then having an hour-long nap this afternoon (the deep, solid kind of nap that leaves you totally disoriented when you wake up, and foggy for hours after...I blame the cats!)
9 minutes to go - time to hit "publish" - 'night, all!
Friday, November 6, 2009
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Sometimes, you get the brainwave all by yourself. You're brushing your teeth one morning, or maybe you even have a dream and you wake up thinking: "Hey! You know what? I bet my favourite recipe would be brilliant with just a dash of cinnamon-ginger-bourbon-soya sauce-monkeybrains!" And you give it a whirl, and voila! The Iron Chef is trembling at the mightiness of you.
Or maybe that song would be perfect with just a hint of violin. Or that poem would leave Shakespeare in the dust with just that one comma. And so on.
And then there are the days when you wake up and something is missing from your life, and you have no idea...But you go about your day in blissful ignorance, and the world turns on its axis all the same. And then somebody brings home that missing something, and you know what? You still really don't need it. Nope. You really don't, not one bit.
Like, for example...Oh, I don't know. For the sake of illustration, let's say this hypothetical something - this thing that you didn't know you needed this morning, and now that it's leaning up against your kitchen wall, you still don't really need it - let's say this item is, for example...A broadsword.
Like this one:
Nope. You know what? I still don't need one!
And now that I have one, I can say that with complete and utter confidence.
Sadly, I don't think it's going anywhere.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
And Santa, if you're listening...I've been a pretty good girl this year. I usually remember to say "please" and "thank you." I've tried to hold off on tormenting small furry woodland creatures, and inappropriate wet T-shirt parties. So, if you don't mind, I'd like to present for your consideration, the Toaster Toaster.
With sprinkles on top?
I'll even scoop the reindeer poop....
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
I have nothing to tell you, really. There is a fresh round of Strongbow in my fridge, and this makes me ridiculously happy. My sister & her husband dropped Mom off at our place today, and they cooked us dinner. So nice to come home to someone else cooking! Though it does mean I have to wash dishes. Poop.
Here is a picture of a coffee that was marvelous while it lasted, and that I dearly wish I could have right this moment. Since it's almost bedtime, that's probably not the best idea. But still: want (eleventy)!
Monday, November 2, 2009
A couple pics....From Hallowe'en as a Cereal Killer (not at my most fetching, I must say!):
This was the get-up that almost made one of my students cry. My back was to the door when she came into class late. I turned around and gave her The Look. She shrieked (loudly) and almost burst into tears. I can laugh about it because a) she's in her 20s, not some adorable little kindergartener; b) she laughed about it, too; and c) she's been chronically late, so it serves her right. And I bet she'll be a lot better about being on time now!
Apparently I looked a lot creepier than I'd intended...I suppose the blank stare while licking the cereal boxes from time to time was more effective than I realized.
Playing with the new camera & the first frost of the season:
And why November on the coast makes living here totally worth it:
Note the sandals, hmm? (Yes, with socks - suck it up if you have a problem with it! I'm still wearing sandals in November. Hah!)
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Of course, I can't show you any of those pictures just now...Nor am I entirely certain that I'll have regular access to a computer for the next few days. Our computer got the cyber-version of hamthrax, and is currently in critical condition at the "doctor's." Given that he thought we might have it back on Friday, and we haven`t heard from him yet...well, let's just say I'm getting a little concerned! Not to mention going squirrelly. I miss checking in with Ravelry & my bloggy pals. And I really miss my Doctor Who! Somewhat unexpectedly, I am having a harder time sans ordinateur than Mr.Q, our resident cyber-junkie.
My dear darling mother, though, bless her heart, is in town for a few days, with her shiny new netbook. Which she is very generously sharing with us. There are many reasons why my mother rocks; today, this is at the top of the list!
It has been interesting to note just how much housework, seaming, and weaving in of ends all get finished without the distraction of a computer...even our floors have been washed.
So, here I am, jumping on another bandwagon. Look for pictures soon, I hope. Including my Hallowe'en get-up, which left one of my students almost in tears. A roaring success, I'd say!
Happy November! Hope y'all enjoyed the extra hour of sleep!