Years begin to lose their flavour. 2017 made no impression on me at all, not even weather-wise. They say it rained all spring and most of the summer, and I noted it at the time- that the forecast was always calling for rain- but I remember no deluges like the unforgettably wet summer of 2008 or even the steadily drizzling June of 2015. I have to ( Read more... )

1. Setting the thermostat so high I don't have to wear socks in bed ( Read more... )

Erranded in a satisfactory fashion today: the library, the bank, a post box, Doug Miller; subwayed back a stop and bussed up to Loblaws and got necessities there. It being a month till my next cortisone shot and bitingly cold, my knee likes to tell me about its lack of cartilage, but is still generally well-behaved. Heat patches took care of the ( Read more... )

Rooted through the kitchen catch-all, found my old black-faced watch, went over to the Duff Mall and got a new battery for it, and there I am. Old watch is looser in the band than the new one, and it's so nice not to have my wrists bitten. Of course, new white-faced watch is at my acupuncture studio in the Lost and Found box, reception informs me ( Read more... )

Fifteen months ago I bought a water pic. I used it for the first time last night. (There needs to be a word for 'phobia about reading the instructions pertaining to a new gadget.') It's lots of splashy fun but does not, as my brother averred, remove all the stuff under the bridge that flossing doesn't get. Flossing may not get it but my mini-bottle ( Read more... )

The Curious Mr Tarrant ends on a distinctly woo-woo note, totally unexpected of these suave New Yorkers who smoke and drink and summer in New Hampshire. But googling reveals the author to be a devotee of Gurdjieff, which explains why the protag gets sent into exile to achieve some kind of higher plane ( Read more... )

Not a bad day. In some ways a very nice day. But I have taken a whole ativan and am going to seek that lovely world under the blankets where everything is just perfect.

I should wash dishes because I have no more cups for the morning soy milk. But I'm not going to because I've washed the dishes at work for the last three days, even if I was on the dishwashing shift for only one of them, and I have a non-healing crevice in my thumb from dryness and washing hands and washing dishes. Have applied New Skin (for the ( Read more... )

1. I rarely listen to music so that when I do I find myself back in the time when I first heard that particular album or whatever. Thus have spent the afternoon in 1996 (Loreena McKennitt) and 1998 (Carols from Clare) where I didn't exactly want to be. And still can't find 1994 (Rankin Family, Fare Thee Well Love). (It's a compilation tape that has ( Read more... )

Adulted to the usual extent of dishes, laundry, vacuuming and dusting; also bought new filters for the air purifier and vinegared the workings of the humidifier, go me. Bought a little Christmas tree and put a string of lights on the porch rails: I can Christmas as long as I don't pay attention to me doing it ( Read more... )