Dangerous

It’s the quiet ones . . . so I’ve been told 🙂

What a freaking day! I so did not want to get out of bed at 5:30 this morning. The apartment seemed cold or something. I rolled over and fell into a dream instead.

I was sitting at big picnic table in someone’s garage or warehouse. It seemed almost industrial. Concrete. Cavernous. Blah. The only other thing in the room was some sort of big radio on one end of the table.

I was just sitting at this table strumming my fingers, bored, and then I started to sing, just nonsense stuff, whatever came into my head.

So I was just sitting there, all alone, rocking and singing. Suddenly Sherry runs into the place screaming her head off, “Oh my God! Oh my God!” Scares the crap out of me. I jump and scream, “What?! What’s going on?!”

And she’s at the picnic table, grabbing onto the radio, frigging with it, asking me, “Didn’t you hear it?! Oh my God!! Was that the new Alicia Keys?! Do you have the new Alicia Keys?!”

It took me a sec to get what was going on.

She heard me singing and thought I was Alicia Keys. Yeah, I was surprised too.

It took me a sec, but then I shrugged and said, “I didn’t hear a thing. I don’t even think that radio works.”

And sure enough she couldn’t get the radio to work, and she was looking around all puzzled and bewildered, scratching her head and muttering, “But what the hell?! I heard it! What was it? You didn’t hear anything?!” I just shrugged and rolled my eyes.

In bed I rolled over and saw the clock edging on 6 so I got up and sang all the way into the bathroom where I promptly smirked with satisfaction in the mirror.

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Went on a big run-around this morning, way back the Station Road, up by the recycling depot, then downtown to the old police station out behind Sears. Interviews. The going was pretty rough this morning I gotta say! At 8:30 nothing much had been plowed in awhile. By 11:30 when I was coming back up over the hill, things were much better. Even the King George Highway was pretty good going. That’s one way to get my 10,000 steps. I should schedule interviews in town everyday throughout the winter. Of course by the time I got home I was sleepy again and just wanted to climb back into that bed. Think I’ll make an early night of it.

It is 6:15 and still daylight!!

Mood: tired
Drinking: water
Listening To: where am i going, matt mays
Hair: very straight

Blizzarding . . . Again!

The snow started just after midnight, then tapered off a bit, but is in full force out there now. All schools canceled yet again. This is the worse winter for snow in my life. For real. George Strombo told me last night. The last winter worse than this one happened in the early 60s, so if you’re younger than 43 or something like that, then this is the worst winter of your life, older than that and you got no reason to complain.

I’m supposed to go downtown this morning to interview somebody, run to the bank, etc. etc. but I dunno, it’s blizzard conditions outside, snow, blowing snow, more snow . . . I’m so concerned about getting hit by a passing snow plow (which seems to happen around here every couple of years, though with budgets blown the plow is not on the ball so much as it used to be) I think I’ll have to call and reschedule or see if he can do it over the phone.

Yesterday I wrote 861 words on my play. F-U-N!

Mood: surprisingly sunny
Drinking: nothing, oj earlier
Listening To: the fridge kick on
Hair: needing shampoo, not just conditioner

Even in the Quietest Moment

Well I’m back from my weekend with the barnbonians. Pretty good weekend overall. I returned to an inbox stuffed with deadline meeting bnm submissions! Yay! I am so far ahead of the game for April. Thank the Goddess!

Gary picked me up after work on Friday and we drove straight to the Renous Rec for dinner theatre that was starting early at 6pm. The place was packed, sold out house, which was good to see. I was impressed with the stage, good and high, so everyone could see. The first play was about Peter Emberley. There were some really funny parts, and then there were some parts that I’m sure weren’t meant to be funny, but nevertheless they were anyway. It was interesting to see the group try to incorporate new media into the production, even if it wasn’t exactly totally successful. This was the first time performed, so there are kinks to work out, which is to be expected. After the first play ended, the cast served dinner. The food was pretty good, the execution of the meal needed some work, lol, but lessons learned, first time venue and all that. The second play was the one Sherry wrote/directed with mostly an all child cast. The kids were fabulous! They did really good. It was a light piece, fun. The evening ended with some choral readings, folk songs, fiddling, etc. I was beat and ready to go home. It was good, but felt too long for me. I don’t know that it was really too long or not though. I was just really really tired. In bed before midnight on Friday night, and slept in until after noon on Saturday. So there you go. Tired!

Saturday afternoon I got caught up on Coronation Street. Jen, Jason and kids came over for supper. Then J&J went to town so I got to hang out with the kids and play a charades type of game with them. Jules and Samuel regaled me and Mom with tales from the classroom, the bus, the backyard, the woods, etc. More stories than Walt Disney! It was fun. Later Mom and I watched “Guess Who” with Ashton Kutcher and Bernie Mac. I hadn’t seen that one. I love Ashton! It was pretty good, funny. Went to bed just before 2am, woke up around 3:30 when darts in the basement broke up, and proceeded to have an anxiety attack. Got so bad I got up at 4am and watched a movie “Cheaper by the Dozen” until about 6, then went back to bed until noon, which meant I missed two episodes of Coronation Street because they started an hour earlier than usual. So I still don’t know where the baby was . . . I’m sure I can get filled in this week.

Sunday afternoon I made guacamole to go with my infamous jerk chicken nachos, watched some pre-oscar special stuff on tv, then gussied up and headed over to casa keenan for the annual to-do. A very small gathering this year, just me, my sisters and jason. My main competition for the Pink Panther bobblehead prize, Darcey, sent in an entry via email, and Jason decided he liked the look of the pink guy on his mantle so he spent some time that afternoon doing a little research on the internet, so competition was pretty steep. But there were some surprises and upsets in the evening, and as everyone who’s ever done the oscar pool knows, nothing is ever really a lock. Sherry fluked some guesses and took an early lead, but I was not to be outdone. Pink Panther has returned home to his favourite resting place! Victory is mine! I think watching most of the movies gave me a little edge over the competition this year.

This morning I came home with Sherry and Gary on their way to work. Early morning. Thought maybe I’d go back to bed when I got here, but instead I made coffee and hit the computer. 65 new email in my inbox since Friday night. None of them junk. All of them needing a response. Mostly submissions, which is cool.

And now you’re up to date.

Mood: happy happy, joy joy
Drinking: cold coffee
Listening To: i need you tonight, inxs
Hair: still pouffy from last night’s glamour-do

Long Road to Ruin

Oh boy! I think I’m taking sick again. The pain in my back/lungs has returned and I’m starting to hack the blood tasting cough. This explains feeling a little off today maybe. A little less energetic than other days this week. Of course, don’t I always get a little sick just before I go up home? What the frig is up with that?

Tonight I just want to curl up and have someone rub my back 😦 Wile E. Coyote, not so great at back rubs, unfortunately.

Tomorrow night is dinner theatre at the rec. Gary’s picking me up right after work and then we have to hightail it straight there because the thing begins at 6pm, not 7 like I thought. And I’ve got an interview tomorrow afternoon to get in and done before I leave. Plus there’s packing not just for a “normal” weekend but an Oscar weekend. And I’ve got to get myself presentable for the evening. There are some things I need to not forget to pack. I’ve already made a list.

But Saturday I can just lay around and sleep and watch the six hours of Corrie I’ve got on dvd. I’m looking forward to that. Especially right now, when all I want is to cuddle up in bed and get a back rub 😦

Mood: sickish
Drinking: water
Listening To: i don’t care anymore, genesis
Hair: just boring

London Calling

The ice age is coming, the sun’s zooming in
Meltdown expected, the wheat is growing thin
Engines stop running, but I have no fear
Cause London is drowning and I, live by the river

A little Clash to get things going. I love living by the river. How about that lunar eclipse last night? I had an amazing view from my windows, without having to go outside and freeze. I sat in the picture window with my binoculars. It was very pretty by times.

Yesterday was a full busy day, lots of company. I walked down to the post office and Sobey’s. It was a helluva lot colder outside than what my sunshiny apartment indicated. I had the heat turned off, the front windows open, and still the sweat was running down my back. So, I wasn’t prepared for the wind chill of it all. Brrr!

Had a nice lunch with my friend. Talked about writing and upcoming writerly events we’re planning. It’s always so good to get together. Recharges the creativity for sure.

Later, in the evening, Lee & Charlotte came down for a bit to get some cds burned and have a little tarot reading. Funny, I’ve been thinking about tarot for about a week now, then at lunch yesterday we were just talking about doing our cards, and then out of the blue I get a request and out come the cards. Charlotte’s cards are always good. I didn’t do mine though.

Stacy dropped by much later to bring me some magazines and mail I got at the office. So then we chatted for a bit, catching up. Big Brother kinda sounds whacked this year! I haven’t been watching.

I exercised in the moonlight after she left, for about 20 minutes or so, then watched the eclipse for awhile, then caught the last bit of The Hour, where they went to Coronation Street, fell asleep during Arrested Development, woke at 5:30 but didn’t get up. The moon takes a lot out of me. Dream-wise. So I was stuck in some dreams and generally feeling like the truck had run over me. I’m looking forward to the weekend, seeing my dog, going to dinner theatre, making Jerk Chicken nachos, Oscars, catching up with Corrie and all that.

But first, I’ve got a crap load of stuff to do.

Mood: a little foggy
Drinking: coffee
Listening To: it’s raining again, supertramp
Hair: closer to the razor every passing day

Revelations

I had a bunch of them, yesterday. Some pretty good A-Ha moments. But it kinda all came back to the same thing, and that’s that I’m okay. No, I mean REALLY okay. You know I’ve been climbing the rungs on this ladder of self-awareness and growth for about 10 years now.It’s been slow going, and lord knows I’m nowhere near the top, but yesterday a bunch of stuff that’s been clattering round my brain for months finally clicked into place and I gained two rungs. Two! Just like that! Poof! Poof! And I don’t have time to go into all the details (not that you’d even be interested) because a friend is coming over for lunch and writerly conversation and I need to get my head out of the clouds and shift my ass into gear so I’m ready to entertain! But I just wanted to note that I am REALLY okay, and I’ve had another personal development breakthrough, and I’m feeling really happy and super strong. Today is a good day, the sun is shining, my ducks are in a row, and I’m feeling really excited about today and tomorrow and all the great things in the works for down the road. My goal remains to be the woman I’ve always wanted to be by the time I’m 40, to be sooo much better than I was at 30. I’ve got a year and half left. Time’s ticking and I confess in 2007 I kinda felt like I didn’t make much progress, maybe even lost some ground, but maybe the mind just needed some time to gel because things have definitely accelerated in 2008.

Mood: optimistic & joyful
Drinking: coffee, instant, with skim
Listening To: humming, the fridge, the computer, the heater, the printer . . .
Hair: maybe i need to go razor happy again, spice this do up a bit

My Hero

Too alarming now to talk about
Take your pictures down and shake it out
Truth or consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He’s ordinary

Don’t the best of them bleed it out
While the rest of them peter out
Truth or consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He’s ordinary

Kudos my hero leaving all the best
You know my hero, the one that’s on

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He’s ordinary

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He’s ordinary

I have recently discovered the Foo Fighters. I mean I always kinda sorta knew about them you know, but then I got some of their tunes and now I’m hooked. They’re kind of like The Killers, they don’t have any bad songs! I’ll hear a song I’ve not heard before and it’ll catch my attention because well, it’s catchy, and I’ll go look to see who it is and 9 times out of 10 it’s Foo Fighters. Love them!

So I’ve been up since 4:45 this morning. Couldn’t sleep very well, restless. Stayed up to watch the first episode of The Hour from London, England. Then watched about half of Arrested Development before clicking the tv off. Tossed and turned mostly until I finally got up. Company coming this morning. Yes, I have a new friend. Yes, he is a man. So, I think I’ve hit the highway heading west in a convertible with the top down, wind whipping my hair.

Mood: happy
Drinking: coffee, instant, with a bit of skim
Listening To: can’t stop loving you, phil collins
Hair: damp from a rinse earlier