Daily Archives: April 6, 2009

Damned Work Ethic

So the plan to not work didn’t happen. I’ve edited two stories, both needing a decent amount of work for various reasons (one was a first draft, one was shoehorning an already excellent 10K document into 2K words; my head justifiably hurts).

Made bread. Should probably eat lunch, although it’s almost four o’clock and I haven’t even thought about what to feed myself, let alone what to do about dinner.

Received the FedEx box with half a dozen photo albums inside it that document my general life from birth through marriage. Very odd. I saw pictures of people I haven’t seen in years, and realised that I don’t even own a photo of my paternal grandfather who passed away over twenty years ago. (Well, I didn’t until this morning, that is.) I ‘m looking forward to sharing the early albums with the boy, the ones of me as a baby and up to around five. The ones of me from about age eleven through sixteen make me cringe, but meh; part and parcel of my past. Some good haircuts, some bad. Particularly bad first pair of glasses when I was in something like grade four. (It was the eighties; I need say no more.) Lots and lots of Christmas morning pictures from various years. Bad t-shirt/shorts/kneehigh socks combos. Adorable handmade party dresses for the under-ten parties. I was fascinated to see photos that I dimly remembered, but remembered slightly differently. It was also interesting to see how my grandmother had labelled the photos. She assigned my CEGEP grad to high school, for example, which amuses me because all the photos she took of my high school graduation were lost since she hadn’t taken the lens cap off the camera. I’ll have to slip a note under the plastic for Posterity’s sake.

Today I landed a local recording gig for a self-published meditation CD set. That will be done next week after I come back from our Easter jaunt. Speaking of the Easter jaunt, today I also arranged a coffee date with a somewhat well-known podcaster that is partially personal and partially work-related, to happen Saturday night. We need to work out an actual interview arrangement for sometime soon, too.

I really need to walk away from the computer now.

Brief Weekend Roundup

I am effectively dead. I am calling in Not Living today, because that’s about as useful as I can manage to be. Work will happen tomorrow.

Friday: Excellent day running around with the boy. Dinner with Tal and Kris, which consisted of much laughter, wine, delicious food, and OMG Battenberg cake, which I have not in forever, or at least since Marks and Sparks abandoned the colonials closed their Canadian shops. Awful night of not-exactly-sleep where I am very, very ill for some reason.

Saturday: Resting in bed with tea until I decide I am able to get up and drive safely. Excellent cello lesson. Visit to the mall to pet the Easter farm animals. Scored a secondhand copy of Lego Star Wars for the Xbox, and a secondhand controller which is red so I will play better. Lunch out consisting of hot dogs and fries, as I had promised the boy. After nap, we all head out to the south shore so I can drop by the luthier and renew the rental of the 7/8 cello for two more months. Then all three of us play our new video game, and the boy is quite good at figuring out what’s what. We end the day by watching the Deserts episode of Planet Earth.

Sunday: Summer tires put on the car. I make my first homemade tourtière. After nap we head out to have a home-hosted sugaring off meal with excellent friends and many children. Everyone eats too much breakfast-style food drenched in maple syrup. I think the tourtière is too dry and kind of wishy-washy on the seasoning, but everyone else claims it’s awesome. (Next time I’m doubling the sage and cloves, not boiling off as much of the broth, and using a different pastry recipe.) After the boy’s in bed HRH and I head out for our once-monthly steampunkian-horror game, which was most excellent. I got nine more rows of the lap blanket done. (It’s the only knitting I’m getting done at all, and only during this game.)

Which brings us to today, where I feel lethargic and achy. The damp weather doesn’t help.

My mother has informed me that the FedEx shipment I missed is not in fact my cello goody bag, but a box of photo/scrapbook albums she and my dad shipped to me from my grandmother’s apartment in Vancouver when they went out to visit her last week. I’m looking forward to seeing them.