Today I got laser surgery on my second eye. In the intervening 12 years (since the fix was in on the first eye), the price has come down about $400 and the technology has advanced one tiny bit- they burn off a few less microns of eye material.
I am wearing an eye patch I made on the subject eye and no one looks twice since it’s Halloween, even though I’m not otherwise dressed in any way “Yarrr”.
Another strange hostel experience. I screwed up the date when I reserved my room in the Calgary hostel, and my reservation was canceled for not showing. Unfortunately, my arrival coincided wth that of a giant (noisy, obstreperous) group of basketball players on the same night. So they had nowhere to put me. They were very accommodating, and stashed me in the TV room on two couches pushed together.
Had a rather magical hitchhike into Calgary from Banff. That could easily be a one-ride trip, but this time, there were several short jaunts and I got dropped off in odd places. Rides were ultra-fast, as I’m spoiled to expect, more than once first-car-by, and I had the familiar knowing when I see a vehicle in the distance that it will be the one to pick me up.
For the first time, I was picked up by someone who had picked me up once before! I’m not counting neighbours or ski hill roads- mountain regulars are the same as neighbours. In this case, in another province, several months apart, the same woman gives me a ride. Never happened before.
In gorgeous, tourism-on-steroids Banff today to see my genius surgeon, Dr. Mark Heard, for the verdict on my progress at the three month mark, and hopefully go-ahead to do more stuff. I can’t wait to skate.
The hostel was “interesting”. First time I’ve ever paid to sleep on a sofabed. Not only was it a bit weird to have to kick people off of the sofa so that you can sleep on it, but in the morning one of my roommates was waiting for me to vacate so he could Continue reading Hostel-tality→
The first snow today is dramatic and picturesque. Giant wet flakes emerging from rain and then thickening to make a lasting blanket. The ground snow was slushy in places but boldly showed footprints and demanded toques and boots.
The school playground was crowded with big dirty rolled snowballs after recess. A perfect, and decisive, first snow!
Kevin is bobbing her head to smell the air as I stir up a batch of bloody meat, liver, and kelp for her. What is that alluring aroma?
I was concerned about Kevin having enough meat on her bones to stay well as it gets colder. She had a little sneeze for a week that made me feel terrible. Seeing as our environment is only partly temperature-controlled, and she’s so skinny, I went on a campaign to fatten her up, and it’s working!
I’m falling into a comfortable hole of nothingness and emptiness. I’ve been increasingly folding myself into a cocoon, craving more sleep, and choosing to do less and less. I’ve been pushing all choices away from me as contemplating choice gives me heaves of anxiety, and I don’t trust myself to make them wisely, either. I’m grateful for the luxury to take this break, to ignore time for the moment. Also to recede and let myself do only what I feel capable of. I’ve been spending lots of time with the kids, on kid routine. Continue reading Nothingness and emptiness→
A couple I know with three children have welcomed Kevin and I into their backyard, and they have the grace to make me feel entirely welcome and comfortable in their house at all times, like an unplanned roommate. I feel quite useful with my sewing skills, and have started early on the kids’ costumes. With so much time, we’ve tackled some most imaginative ideas.
The oldest boy is going to be a shark, formerly a fair-prize-sized stuffed dolphin, emptied of its stuffing. It’s taken some work to make the transition from a friendly looking dolphin to a shark menacing and realistic enough to satisfy an 11yr-old.
The littlest girl wanted to be a Smurfette, so I created a one-piece leotard that zips up the back out of a garishly blue woman’s sweater. That’s her smurf skin, topped by the white dress (made from an adult white t-shirt) , a blond wig, white stocking hat (made from another t-shirt with a handful of polyfil stuffing for the distinctive shape), and some white “shoes” made out of some fleecy slippers that velcro over her normal shoes. Impossibly adorable.
The middle boy wanted to be a dead Energizer bunny (a crafty bit of anti-brand attitude I thoroughly appreciated), so I started on a one-piece back zippered bunny suit that resembled pink Pjs but for the integral hood. Just after the requisite larger than life ears were ready, he decided he wanted to drop the Energizer part and just be a dead/zombied pink bunny. Supporting the ridiculously large ears wasn’t easy, and I didn’t think it would work at times, but they turned out amazing! Almost half his height again tall, the giant ears defy gravity and are very adjustable. Continue reading It’s Halloween costume time.→
I have no nostalgia at all. I can’t even vividly remember the house now. Everyone asks constantly, do you miss it? I miss the neighbours, but not having a house, oh no. I’m deeply enjoying the reprieve from having every month pivot on the day the mortgage is due. Lots of people get rigid, cramped expressions on their faces when I grin and announce I’m living out of a Boler parked in a friend’s backyard, but I’m thrilled to be living exactly within my unemployed means. It feels so much healthier than that big house.
The lap of luxury is at the end of an extension cord in my little bubble, with an electric heater, two propane burners and a fridge. All one could need, only in miniature. Continue reading Nostalgia proof→
At the risk of becoming a sloppy cat blog, I am being overwhelmed with love for my cat. Everything she does is the cutest thing EVER. I can’t even believe I’ve become a cat person, and I’m so attached to her. Continue reading Purring makes me smile→