Ordered dinner in Monday and groceries in Tuesday and then got my Visa bill for the last month. Opened it with trepidation, because I've done a lot of online shopping since November, but discovered that mid-session I topped my account up by several hundred dollars and so my credits more than covered my debits. But really should start keeping track ( Read more... )

Walked to the laundromat with my rollator and it... didn't hurt as much as before? What pain there was, was elbows mostly. So maybe those flexor stretches are doing something? My plaint that doing strengthening exercises for eight or nine months has no results is countered only by the hip flexor exercise: where you lie at the edge of the bed and ( Read more... )

Barely five pages into Ulysses and already I encounter Virginia Woolf's spotty undergraduate scratching his pimples. What an unlikable tit Stephen is. I hope this is worth it. And yes, it's meaty and solid if one has the inclination to uncoil all the references, but I don't. Ah well, I have plenty of genre reading to pad the thing with ( Read more... )

Dusting of snow, no more, but cold. Stayed in and people came to me: my CDs of The Marriage of Figaro a day early, my wine order, and my bro bringing me road salt. I'd hoped he might stay for a chat- he has a cell phone and calls to him are a frustrating garbly gabble; how he ever managed to do business on it I can't imagine- but my s-i-l needed ( Read more... )

Snow fell last night but disappeared sufficiently by afternoon that I was able to get up to Loblaws for my prescriptions and some holiday stocking-up. When there's a lineup outside I can only stop by the pharmacy, since they let people in who are just there for the meds: and innate honesty keeps me from buying anything else. Today the only lineups ( Read more... )

I heard some of Loreena Mc Kennitt's work when I was in Japan and bought her whole backlist after I came home. Now all her earliest stuff says 'spring of 1996' to me. 1996 was a weird alternative dimension, precisely because I was just back after five years in Japan. So when I come across it again- as now, when my exercise music has started into ( Read more... )

Well, there's hope. It snowed a little last night and when I went to sweep off the steps, there was NND's four year old coming to do it for me. Did a reasonable job too, though part of it might have been delaying tactics to avoid kindergarten.

Last finished?

Yokomizo, The Honjin Murders-- oh John Dickson Carr, what hast thou wrought? There's ( Read more... )

I must be succumbing to lockdown again because November registers as a nothing month. I did things, things happened- boy, did they happen- but nothing made much of an impression. Not the two weeks long week post-election, or the eight days of false spring that overlapped it, or eating out on patios. It rains and snows and memory says it has always ( Read more... )

Dank, grey, chill not cold. At least I got my Asia-going cards mailed. Since four weeks isn't nearly long enough in these latter days, they must be New Year's cards, and will with luck arrive around the Epiphany. And why does the arrival of the Three Wise Guys get called by the term for a sudden enlightenment, one wonders.

Last finished?Wanted ( Read more... )

Feeling meh. World situation finally getting me down. May go back to drinking gin.

Books finished?

Cartmel, Flip Back
-- more Vinyl Detective. Entertaining except for his girlfriend's wine snobbery. Wine snobs are bores.

Edith Shiffert, Kyoto Dwelling-- collection of seasonal haiku by an American who lived in Kyoto from 1963 until her death ( Read more... )