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30 de março

vain

I am vain, or I've been struggling with this in vain
for years and years... take your pick of meanings.

I've already been following some of this book's
advice (don't straighten, air dry, never brush),
but other things will be hard to get used to.

For instance, Lorraine advises to never use
shampoo on curly hair. I'm not sure I can make
it through that adjustment. I grew up with the
'wash your hair EVERY day, no exceptions' ethic.
It would take at least
three or four weeks to get
used to not shampooing, and my
hair would have
to look fabulously better to make
it worthwhile.

I have had a hunch that my hair should be cut
when dry, and now that is confirmed.  But where
in Winnipeg can I find a stylist that will do that?

I have honestly never had a stylist who understood
or worked well with my curly/wavy hair.  (That may
explain my lack of good haircuts/hairstyles.)

Survivor Fiji

They FINALLY got rid of Rocky. 
I don't understand what took them so long.
Even if you wanted to go up against him at the very end, it would be a LONG game if you had to live with him every day until the final two.
 buh-bye!!

29 de março

literally

Don't judge a book by its cover.
(or by the name of the author)



I just finished Patti Hill's Like A Watered Garden and it was much better than I would have predicted.

28 de março

big thanks

I received an unexpected chocolate hug from Gina today, who mailed me 28 ounces of dark chocolate m&m's!

Thank-you Gina! ! ! ! !

When I saw the notice in our mailbox to go pick up a parcel, I wasn't expecting any packages so I was very puzzled.  When I got to the post office and saw that it was from Bermuda, I wondered WHAT was important enough that she would pay their ridiculous postal rates!
27 de março

thanks

Someone left chocolate for me in my work mailslot.  Thanks!

26 de março

annoyed

Wow, am I impatient.  Good thing I'm not seriously ill!  I am annoyed that I'm still sick, that I still can only do about 30% of what I am accustomed to doing.  I'm annoyed that I've missed five fun things in the last 16 days because I didn't have the energy/health to do them.

mystery cure

I have knees from my father's side of the family, which isn't a good thing.
I've always had trouble with them; many things make them ache.
Notably, I cannot shop in the mall for over an hour without really regretting it later.
Recently, however, I walked St. Vital Center for over 4 hours with the Kinetic follows, shopping for performance-wear.  My knees didn't make a peep that night!

So, what was the mystery cure?  The deocongestants I'm taking?  The antibiotics I'm taking?  Or wearing boots instead of flats?

22 de março

good news?

The good news is that Tweety is running well again.
That bad news is that she needed a new battery and alternator.

More good news: I got a prescription for antibiotics to fight my sinus infection.

21 de março

no comparison

This cold has now lasted longer than our cruise did.

20 de março

delighted

Wheeeeeeeeee!!!!
A package in the mailbox!
My CDs came!!

(did I include a sufficient number of exclamation marks to convince you that I am delighted by this occurence?)


Three new CDs, and none of them were disappointing!
Adventures in Jazzland - Jeff Healey
Introducing Robin McKelle
We Cats Will Swing for You - The Cats and the Fiddle


guilt

It is day ten of my miserable cold.
(As an aside, when do I get to have a non-miserable cold?)

The tasks that require brainpower are piling up, since a coherent train of thought eludes me.

I am feeling extremely bad about pressuring my son to do his schoolwork 2 weeks ago when he had a miserable cold. He kept saying that he couldn't think straight and I didn't believe him.
Of course, he is the classic example for boy-who-cried-wolf, so he may just have brought this on himself the teeny-tinyest bit. (Is that an 'excuse' or a 'reason' for my insensitive parenting/teaching?)



I have been forced to miss too much fun stuff, and I've been forcing myself to do at least some domestic stuff, but I still feel guilty about missing work-stuff.

However, Anni admonished me to "get lots of sleep!" so I pretend that she's the expert. I do have the habit of nodding off quite frequently these days. I am trying to take care of my sick self, but she is whiny and getting quite tiresome.



I don't think I told my dear readers that three of the Diehl gals brought me hugs and cards and Irish cream and sweet well-wishes on Friday. I felt very loved.
By the way, Irish cream is a wonderful treat when you're sick, although please check the cautions on your medications since many cold meds advise against alcohol consumption.

wee planets

I've got a wee planet as my desktop background right now.

This one, in fact:

my brain on sinus-drugs

 
19 de março

pitiful


It may or may not be time for me to take more cold meds.

I always do this to myself.  I take meds and check the package and it says that I can take more in 4 hours or in 6 hours, and I idiotically believe that I will remember what time I swallowed that pill. 

I don't.
I never remember.

When will I learn?

I have a whiteboard on the fridge.  I could write down the time.  Do I?  No.  Why not?  Because I idiotically believe that this time I will remember.

I am giving myself some grace because if I'm taking meds it means that I'm sick, and you must be kind to sick people.

Still, repeating the same behavior and expecting different results is the definition of insanity.

accent?


What American accent do you have?


Mistake me for a Canadian?
Well, maybe that's because I am Canadian.
(but I don't drink beer)
15 de março

sick


No, I haven't lost internet connection.
I'm just sick.
Therefore, no blogging.
Pretty much nothing unnecessary, and "necessary" has become redefined.

...what a miserable cold.

09 de março

quoting Nora Gallagher

I'm reading Nora's memoir of work, doubt, discernment, and moments of grace, Practicing Resurrection.
In the thirties, people went to church because they were afraid of not going to heaven; after the war, they went because it was a way to make friends; in the sixties, it became a vehicle for social change; and now in the late-twentieth and early twenty-first century, it was a place to find spiritual renewal and to meet others in small groups.
Unfortunately, parishes included people from each generation, with each of these expectations, blended together in an uneasy mix.

This is an interesting way to consider the various viewpoints that make up many churches.

My expectation is that we 'go' to church to learn to be the church.


Nora also writes about promoting her first book at a bookreading:

When I read out into the store, the quiet was like the quiet of a church.
I thought, People make church; they carry with them the altar on which to place the sacrament of their lives.

This idea works for me.

I've been struggling (yes, STILL) with the church as institution.
I sincerely hope it won't be a lifelong struggle.


In Practicing Resurrection, Nora writes about discerning her call to ministry, but she is struggling with leaving the laity. She concluded that she was

meant to remain in the middle for a while, between clergy and laity, a hybrid, a crossbreed, not the one and not the other. I needed to live out the "priesthood of the laity..."

 

08 de março

taxes

 
I am very glad that we filed our tax returns early.
(too early, since we received a T3 after we filed, but they'll adjust for that)
 
Our refund was direct-deposited before the CRA's computer issues.
 
06 de março

quoting W. H. Vanstone

The church is like a swimming pool in which all the noise comes from the shallow end.