Ah... ah... aaaaaaaaah-choo!
Well, my cold, which was -- or seemed to be -- happily improving, having moved from the sore throat misery to the less glamorous, but also less painful, runny-nose-and-cough stage, has taken a swoop down today.
First of all, my cough worsened last night, so now it's actually very annoying and rather painful. Second, my sinuses have also worsened, so my head really does feel "full of cold." It's as though I've gone from just having cold symptoms to being genuinely ill, if that makes sense. I also feel quite weak, a little queasy and rather bone-weary.
Nonetheless, I managed to drag my butt down to Granville Island today (I think my planned go on the treadmill is out of the question, unfortunately). I dressed myself up nicely in my new dress from B.C. HempCo, a patterned scarf around my waist, a nice pair of heeled sandals and my butter amber ring, earrings and pendant, because just because I feel gross doesn't mean I have to look it, right? I had a lurvely and very wholesome bowl of barley vegetable soup from the Stock Market, picked up some Okanagan apples and nectarines, and some lurvely olive/eggplant/chickpea tapenade and two stuffed grape leaves to have with dinner tonight (Mum and Keith are having chicken, and then we'll all have veggies). Then I toddled over to Edie's Hats in the Net Loft to remind them of the existence of my resume, which I was told, when I dropped it off in mid-July, would have more luck in September. I actually met Edie, which I think is good, and she complimented me on my dress, which is probably better, and said that although they weren't hiring at present, she does keep resumes on file and was just reading mine the other day. The effect of this rather dignified conversation was probably a bit marred when, after shaking hands, I said hesitantly, "Er... I have a cold!", but oh well. Then I went over to the little Greek jeweller's on the outside of the Net Loft to have some links taken out of my new watch. It took ten minutes, during which I browsed around Circle Craft and looked at the pretty hand-crafted ceramics.
Picking up my watch, I was rather embarrased in this nice jeweller's to be making him deal with such a cheap watch, so I said, explanatorily, "I think I'm giving up getting nice watches. My last one cost $120 and it was stolen from me in a museum."
Him: Oh, wow. What is this one, $10 watch?
Me: Yes, I think it was $12. [It was -- bought from a little shop in Molly's Lane, Gibsons, where I also got a 70s vintage fake suede navy blue skirt, a second-hand Liz Claiborne plaid skort, and a pretty patterned top... thinking of this, I begin to realise that I never make purchases these days from shops that cannot be described either as a) small, local and independent b) thrift or consignment c) fair trade or d) all of the above... God, I'm insufferable.] Maybe I'll get a better watch for special occasions, but... not yet [I continued].
Him: Yes, I cannot really even size this one.
Me, ruefully: Well, I had the last one for over a year before it was stolen. That's a pretty good run, for me!
Him: Oh, wow [again. I think he'd lost what interest he had in the conversation by this time.]
Anyway, I walked out with my newly resized watch, said to myself, "I feel like shite," and headed home.
On the walk:
Caught a glimpse of today's Vancouver Province. "Serial rapist strikes for the fifth time!" with another picture of the guy's face. Escaped from jail, apparently. Charming. Perhaps I'll look up the Sun online and see if I can't get a less sensationalist account.
Also caught a glimpse of a little baby in her or his birthday suit, save for a bandanna tied adorably 'round its head. "Hey," called a passerby, "that baby's going to get a sunburn on its butt!" I thought it was lovely. It's very rare in North America to see nude children. In the UK, I noticed, it's quite common for families to go the beach and the children just run around having a ball in the altogether (hopefully with sunscreen on). But North Americans are more prudish. Baah.
And now, here I am home. Urgh, I feel like I have the dreaded lurgy. I'd have some more tea or one of those lurvely apples or nectarines I bought if I didn't feel so entirely unlike consuming anything. That in itself is a sign there's something wrong with me.
Perhaps I'll go have a lie down, or watch some tube, or do something even less labour-intensive than surfing the net. Whinge.
First of all, my cough worsened last night, so now it's actually very annoying and rather painful. Second, my sinuses have also worsened, so my head really does feel "full of cold." It's as though I've gone from just having cold symptoms to being genuinely ill, if that makes sense. I also feel quite weak, a little queasy and rather bone-weary.
Nonetheless, I managed to drag my butt down to Granville Island today (I think my planned go on the treadmill is out of the question, unfortunately). I dressed myself up nicely in my new dress from B.C. HempCo, a patterned scarf around my waist, a nice pair of heeled sandals and my butter amber ring, earrings and pendant, because just because I feel gross doesn't mean I have to look it, right? I had a lurvely and very wholesome bowl of barley vegetable soup from the Stock Market, picked up some Okanagan apples and nectarines, and some lurvely olive/eggplant/chickpea tapenade and two stuffed grape leaves to have with dinner tonight (Mum and Keith are having chicken, and then we'll all have veggies). Then I toddled over to Edie's Hats in the Net Loft to remind them of the existence of my resume, which I was told, when I dropped it off in mid-July, would have more luck in September. I actually met Edie, which I think is good, and she complimented me on my dress, which is probably better, and said that although they weren't hiring at present, she does keep resumes on file and was just reading mine the other day. The effect of this rather dignified conversation was probably a bit marred when, after shaking hands, I said hesitantly, "Er... I have a cold!", but oh well. Then I went over to the little Greek jeweller's on the outside of the Net Loft to have some links taken out of my new watch. It took ten minutes, during which I browsed around Circle Craft and looked at the pretty hand-crafted ceramics.
Picking up my watch, I was rather embarrased in this nice jeweller's to be making him deal with such a cheap watch, so I said, explanatorily, "I think I'm giving up getting nice watches. My last one cost $120 and it was stolen from me in a museum."
Him: Oh, wow. What is this one, $10 watch?
Me: Yes, I think it was $12. [It was -- bought from a little shop in Molly's Lane, Gibsons, where I also got a 70s vintage fake suede navy blue skirt, a second-hand Liz Claiborne plaid skort, and a pretty patterned top... thinking of this, I begin to realise that I never make purchases these days from shops that cannot be described either as a) small, local and independent b) thrift or consignment c) fair trade or d) all of the above... God, I'm insufferable.] Maybe I'll get a better watch for special occasions, but... not yet [I continued].
Him: Yes, I cannot really even size this one.
Me, ruefully: Well, I had the last one for over a year before it was stolen. That's a pretty good run, for me!
Him: Oh, wow [again. I think he'd lost what interest he had in the conversation by this time.]
Anyway, I walked out with my newly resized watch, said to myself, "I feel like shite," and headed home.
On the walk:
Caught a glimpse of today's Vancouver Province. "Serial rapist strikes for the fifth time!" with another picture of the guy's face. Escaped from jail, apparently. Charming. Perhaps I'll look up the Sun online and see if I can't get a less sensationalist account.
Also caught a glimpse of a little baby in her or his birthday suit, save for a bandanna tied adorably 'round its head. "Hey," called a passerby, "that baby's going to get a sunburn on its butt!" I thought it was lovely. It's very rare in North America to see nude children. In the UK, I noticed, it's quite common for families to go the beach and the children just run around having a ball in the altogether (hopefully with sunscreen on). But North Americans are more prudish. Baah.
And now, here I am home. Urgh, I feel like I have the dreaded lurgy. I'd have some more tea or one of those lurvely apples or nectarines I bought if I didn't feel so entirely unlike consuming anything. That in itself is a sign there's something wrong with me.
Perhaps I'll go have a lie down, or watch some tube, or do something even less labour-intensive than surfing the net. Whinge.