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averygoodun42) wrote2010-05-03 10:46 am
averygoodun42) wrote2010-05-03 10:46 am
hot
The first hot, sticky spell of summer has struck. It was 90 yesterday with thunderstorms forecast, and was still 79 degrees when we went to bed, with no rain yet having fallen. At midnight. Not fun, especially because the air-conditioners have not been installed.
However, I was so shattered, energy-wise, yesterday that I managed to sleep pretty well. Despite my four hour nap in the middle of the day and the heat and humidity and thoughts.
I think I'm going to have to be more careful about covering up in the sunshine if a day out (in long sleeves, long pants but no hat) wipes me out so thoroughly. This is without getting burned.
Maybe I should invest in or make a nice parasol. (Maybe I'll save my sheckles and get one in Victoria's Chinatown?)
So, Saturday we went down to see M&M and spent the day at the beach. It was really quite nippy, so M and I spent most of the time there in the car shielded from the wind. It was better, because I was able to rest my sketchbook on the steering wheel and sketch out the mural for their nursery.
I guess that's one of the things to do today is research base supplies.
We got back home at a reasonable time (8 or so), but Babe had got so wound up (after a nap on the way home) that none of us got to bed before midnight. Which led to an unhappy morning before early, early church meeting.
Whenever I'm exhausted, I tend to feel... ostracized. I felt that very much yesterday at church, though I'm sure that was not the case at all. I just didn't have words to chat (I don't when I'm tired. Words are a foreign concept, or at least are lost in transit from brain to mouth), and so I felt unable to connect.
However, one of the students in the class I co-teach (co-teach, ha! Yeah, I'm about as useful as a student myself) brought in her pet snake, so that was awesome. A baby (six-month old) Burmese python. Beautiful animal, that, and this one was so easy going! It was passed around to anyone who wanted to touch or hold it, and it just sniffed and clutched everyone in a completely blase manner.
Its skin was lovely feeling.
*wantz pet snake*
*but not enough to take care of one for 30+ years*
I had intended to cut tiles when we got home, but I was feeling so sleepy, and Geoff's driving reactions on the way home told me he wasn't really with it, either (it's not often I feel like a better driver than him, but yesterday he actually scared me), so I deemed it to be cleaning day. Geoff taught Babe how to do laundry (Babe has been dumping out his drawers and claiming all the clothes are dirty. Uh-huh. If you do that, kid, you're doing your own laundry!) while I started tackling the workshop, which has been pissing me off on an increasing basis, despite any recent dumps of trash in the middle of the freaking room.
Ahem.
I've been meaning to organize the workshop and stair closet for ages, but something always came up. Well, something came up again - I was exhausted. After about an hour of sorting and dumping, I came up for a drink of water and a check on the flist, and that's when I typed the last post. Yeah. I went up to bed immediately after that and slept for four hours.
When I woke up, my muscles were still super heavy, but at least I was able to make dinner (rice pilaf (brown basmati rice with shallots, celery, garlic, sunflower seeds, raisins with garam masala), carrots and rutabega (which I freakin' burned!) with ginger, garlic, garam masala and cilantro, salmon with ginger and garlic (sense a theme here?) and onions, and sliced beets with cilantro (no ginger or garlic)) before collapsing in a useless heap.
And then I dreamed of a movie wherein the lead characters unleashed the devil and all his dark minions into the world by burning plastic utensils in the shape of a lambda in the middle of a forest floor. Yes, it was a comedy.
There've been lots of things on my mind lately, but I think I'll save them for another, probably locked, post. But one thing that came up this weekend is the news that Geoff's dad's cancer has been rated as more aggressive than previously thought, and he'll be starting radiation therapy soon. I hope the oncologist is right in that the side effects will be mild and bearable and that this course of treatment is all it'll take. It's still scary and horrible, though.
However, I was so shattered, energy-wise, yesterday that I managed to sleep pretty well. Despite my four hour nap in the middle of the day and the heat and humidity and thoughts.
I think I'm going to have to be more careful about covering up in the sunshine if a day out (in long sleeves, long pants but no hat) wipes me out so thoroughly. This is without getting burned.
Maybe I should invest in or make a nice parasol. (Maybe I'll save my sheckles and get one in Victoria's Chinatown?)
So, Saturday we went down to see M&M and spent the day at the beach. It was really quite nippy, so M and I spent most of the time there in the car shielded from the wind. It was better, because I was able to rest my sketchbook on the steering wheel and sketch out the mural for their nursery.
I guess that's one of the things to do today is research base supplies.
We got back home at a reasonable time (8 or so), but Babe had got so wound up (after a nap on the way home) that none of us got to bed before midnight. Which led to an unhappy morning before early, early church meeting.
Whenever I'm exhausted, I tend to feel... ostracized. I felt that very much yesterday at church, though I'm sure that was not the case at all. I just didn't have words to chat (I don't when I'm tired. Words are a foreign concept, or at least are lost in transit from brain to mouth), and so I felt unable to connect.
However, one of the students in the class I co-teach (co-teach, ha! Yeah, I'm about as useful as a student myself) brought in her pet snake, so that was awesome. A baby (six-month old) Burmese python. Beautiful animal, that, and this one was so easy going! It was passed around to anyone who wanted to touch or hold it, and it just sniffed and clutched everyone in a completely blase manner.
Its skin was lovely feeling.
*wantz pet snake*
*but not enough to take care of one for 30+ years*
I had intended to cut tiles when we got home, but I was feeling so sleepy, and Geoff's driving reactions on the way home told me he wasn't really with it, either (it's not often I feel like a better driver than him, but yesterday he actually scared me), so I deemed it to be cleaning day. Geoff taught Babe how to do laundry (Babe has been dumping out his drawers and claiming all the clothes are dirty. Uh-huh. If you do that, kid, you're doing your own laundry!) while I started tackling the workshop, which has been pissing me off on an increasing basis, despite any recent dumps of trash in the middle of the freaking room.
Ahem.
I've been meaning to organize the workshop and stair closet for ages, but something always came up. Well, something came up again - I was exhausted. After about an hour of sorting and dumping, I came up for a drink of water and a check on the flist, and that's when I typed the last post. Yeah. I went up to bed immediately after that and slept for four hours.
When I woke up, my muscles were still super heavy, but at least I was able to make dinner (rice pilaf (brown basmati rice with shallots, celery, garlic, sunflower seeds, raisins with garam masala), carrots and rutabega (which I freakin' burned!) with ginger, garlic, garam masala and cilantro, salmon with ginger and garlic (sense a theme here?) and onions, and sliced beets with cilantro (no ginger or garlic)) before collapsing in a useless heap.
And then I dreamed of a movie wherein the lead characters unleashed the devil and all his dark minions into the world by burning plastic utensils in the shape of a lambda in the middle of a forest floor. Yes, it was a comedy.
There've been lots of things on my mind lately, but I think I'll save them for another, probably locked, post. But one thing that came up this weekend is the news that Geoff's dad's cancer has been rated as more aggressive than previously thought, and he'll be starting radiation therapy soon. I hope the oncologist is right in that the side effects will be mild and bearable and that this course of treatment is all it'll take. It's still scary and horrible, though.
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Yes...pet snake might be more trouble than its worth. :P
I'm sorry to hear about your father-in-law. Sending thoughts and prayers your way!
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Yeah. I'd always be worried about it escaping its cage and getting lost in someone else's ductwork. That would just be awful.
Thank you! Everyone thinks he'll be fine, but it's still... not cool. I definitely appreciate the thoughts and prayers!
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How are your eyes doing, btw?