Larocque and Roll

Update on the fly June 30, 2006

I realized I didn’t post anything about my garden last weekend, and it’s unlikely I will again this weekend, since I’ll only have access to dialup. The short story goes something like this: there are no more flowers on the roses, the portulaca have several new flowers of buds between the two of them, the cosmos are going to explode into flower any day, and the sage seems to be doing better.

My kitchen is a mess, and I haven’t done laundry in a while. There’s nothing I can do about either right now, so I have to let it go, even though it’s stressing me out to the point where I didn’t sleep well last night.

Who ordered all the rain? Couldn’t you have spaced the delivery a little more evenly? It’s poured rain here every day this week. On the other hand, it’s been a lot cooler this summer than it was last year. So far.

‘Scuse me a sec… my porridge is beeping in the microwave. I’ve been making it with vanilla soy milk lately, and it’s actually not vile.

I’m still trying to decide if I should accompany my mother when she drives my sister back to Owen Sound on the weekend. On one hand, it’s going to be a round trip all in one day, so that’s almost eight hours of driving on top of the 5.5 hours it takes to get home tonight, and the 5.5 to go back to Sudbury on Tuesday. On the other, maybe I’ll get to share the driving! The one sure thing that will convince me to do it is if I were offered some sort of incentive, like, say….. a stop at DQ on the way back?

More consistent posting next week! In the meantime, happy Canada Day/happy Independence Day!

My mind is a strange place to live in June 28, 2006

Here are some phrases that have gone flitting through my head in the last two weeks. I’ve wanted to write blog posts around them, but alas, nothing is forthcoming, so I’m just putting them out there.

• Set phasers on “Maim!”
• Beef and chocolate are two great tastes that probably don’t taste great together.
• I wonder if Rachel Ray would be so perky if she switched to decaf crack.
• And that’s when reality and I parted ways.
• Speedo Guy was in the elevator last night, but he wasn’t wearing a speedo.
• Why weren’t we advised about the addictive properties of funk?
• Captain, request permission to kick your ass.

Ho-hum…

I do have knitting updates. I started knitting a pair of mittens a few weeks ago, and got the first one done in less than a weekend. It’s the second mitten that’s given me issues - I’ve started knitting it twice, only to get past the thumb and realize I cast on the wrong number of stitches (too many, then too few). So, to avoid further frustrations, I’m knitting some squares for Cynthia’s Warming Grace project. Then I went on a stitch marker-making frenzy a few weeks ago, and I have some markers for her prize bin, too.

Okay, I’m tired now. Off to sleep!

A librarian, a priest, and a whole bunch of graduates walk into a bar… June 27, 2006

Well, that was a delightful weekend. I went home Saturday morning, which I normally hate doing because then the whole day feels shot. Not this time for some reason. Maybe it was because I got to be an Only Child for the whole weekend - woo-hoo! Anyways, Saturday wasn’t all that exciting, except that my mother and I watched Nanny McPhee, which was adorable. Loved Colin Firth, who I’m normally “meh” about*.

Sunday morning we went to the first mass said by a former classmate of mine. He’d been ordained the day before, and the church was packed with former parishioners and family members. Given that the two of us were the biggest know-it-alls in our grade 7/8 class, it’s not the least bit ironic that I became a librarian and he is now a Jesuit**.

Sunday afternoon was spent fetting and frolicking with various relatives who were either graduating from some educational institution or another (university, high school, elementary, and junior elementary) and my aunt and uncle who were celebrating a significant wedding anniversary. It was great fun, and I wish I was still there.

Yesterday was pretty quiet. I cleaned out my car, vacuuming several driveways worth of gravel out of it, and cleaning up other spills and such. Also, watching the end of the Italy-Australia game (d’oh!) and the whole long Switzerland-Ukraine game (*yawn*). Today’s drive home was fraught with interruptions - I went to leave this morning, only to find that one of the barn cats had her kittens under my car, which ended with my laying on my stomach in order to grab them and put them in a box in a safer spot. Then I stopped at Ikea in Vaughn, and an hour and a half and less than $100 later, I continued on my way home.

And, because I’m a good daughter, I left my laptop with my mother for the week, since I’m going back on Friday. She’s been thinking about getting one, so now she has one to play with. Which, I’m sure, will result in several phone calls to ask the ineviable questions:

• How do I open [insert name of program]?
• Does it have a modem?
• Who the hell is that on the desktop picture? (Because, of course, I only remembered halfway home that I’d forgotten to change it. Duh.)***

* All the Mr. Darcy/Mark Darcy fans who are composing hate mail as you read this should just chill out.

** For everyone playing along at home who just said, “And…?” Jesuits have a reputation for being the most intellectual of all the orders. Never get involved in land wars in Asia, never go in against a Sicilian when death is on the line, and never debate a Jesuit about the finer points of religious doctrine.

***Right about now, Mom is reading this on her desktop computer and glancing nervously towards the dining room, where I left the laptop, asking herself, “Do I really want to know?”****

**** Meanwhile, my sister is killing herself to get to the laptop to find out.

115106014211056950 June 23, 2006

Ugh.

I just reread my last two posts, and I’ve realized that they suck. And I can’t think of a single way to make them any better, except to say that: 1) I’m sorry I’m not up to snuff this week; and 2) I’ll try to do better next time.

It’s cyclical - there are times when the words are right there and they are jostling to get out. And then there are times when I can sit and stare at the screen and wonder what happened to all my ideas, which appeared to have vanished into the ether. I do have an epic/soul-baring rant or two I want to get off my chest, but I don’t know if this is the venue for it. One of them has been stewing since the early spring, and has recently come up again. The other is something that’s been bugging me for years.

On one hand, maybe they’re getting in the way of me writing anything else. They are poised at the tips of my fingers, eager to escape through the keyboard and onto the screen, but I’m holding them back and are therefore preventing any other stories from escaping. Or mangling them badly when they do try to get out.

On the other hand, maybe I’m just being lazy. I’ve felt like a bump on a log the past few weeks, with just enough ambition to keep my apartment habitable (and my plants watered, of course!)

I got four books from the library this week. I read one, read the first chapter of another and decided it was crap and I’m four chapters into the third and want to cast it aside for the fourth, which is really the one that I wanted to read in the first place. But I don’t really feel like doing that, either. Bleah.

This too, shall pass.

Five blisters June 22, 2006

That’s how many blisters I got in Ottawa over the weekend. Ouch. OUCH.

This being my last trip to Ottawa for the foreseeable future (my regular hosts, Julie and Randal, will be going to Japan for a year to teach English, in 36 days.) (Incidentally, did I punctuate that sentence correctly? I was trying to say “they’ll be leaving in 36 days, and will be gone for a year.” So why didn’t I just say that instead?)

Anyhoodle, I arrived Friday night, and we didn’t do much since it was quite humid and Julie and I were both tired. We did take Rion for a walk, and met some very friendly dog owners (and their dogs) in the park.

Saturday Julie and Randal had a course they had to attend, so I was left to my own devices. What started as a trip to the parking lot to pay the fee for the day ended up being a three and a half hour trip to the Byward Market, where I drank juice and iced tea, browsed in the bead store, did some damage in Lush, bought a lovely silk purse, bought strawberries (which I forgot to bring home - note to Julie: don’t let them go bad!), and got lost in the Rideau Centre on my way home. Once back at the apartment, I napped, showered, and took off to meet my hosts at the Earl of Sussex (which I keep wanting to call “Duke of Earl”). I had to wear my good sandals because my sturdy ones gave me mega-blisters on the backs of my ankles.

The crowd was a lively one, and the first question I was usually asked after, “Hi! I’m so-and-so - you are?” was “Where are you teaching in Japan?” Which, when I replied in the negative, was usually followed up with, “Oh, so you’re an alum - where did you teach?” I got in the habit of responding to greetings with, “Hi! Rebecca - I’m not teaching, I’m not alum - I’m tagging along with them tonight” and pointing to my hosts.

After that, we went out for dinner - and by this time, the second pair of sandals had chewed up my feet in different spots. They were thong sandals, so I have a matching pair of blisters between my toes. Aren’t I lucky?

Sunday was breakfast at Eggspectations, followed by a very long drive home because I wasn’t comfortable with either pair of sandals. But! The blisters are starting to fade now!

And that, my dear readers, was how I spent last weekend. This weekend - Chez Mere et Pere, La Premiere Week-end.

The management wishes to apologize for the incovenience

Grrr…..

A couple of weeks ago, I was updating my reading list on the sidebar, and in a moment of absent-mindedness, deleted half the template. Trust me, dumb stuff like that takes talent - which I have in spades. Happily, I still had the template code backed up in a file, so I just copied and pasted the missing code into the template.

A few days later, I noticed a chunk of the template code was missing. Like, gone - completely. I thought I’d fixed the problem, but maybe I hadn’t. But I was sure I had! So, copy and paste again.

The past few days, I noticed there was something odd about how the page looked, but couldn’t put my finger on it until tonight. When I went to open the list of blogs and noticed the list wasn’t there.

*$%@#!!!!!!

Twice, I copied and pasted, and twice, Blogger ate the code. I sent them a message about it since there wasn’t anything in the help areas; but in the meantime, I had to get rid of the movie section, since the template I’m copying and pasting from still has the what I was listening to section. Whatever.

We’ll see what happens now.

I am the coolest kid you know June 20, 2006

My swag from the CBC arrived yesterday. I got a t-shirt, some stickers, and a cool sheet of magnetic words.

Here I am modeling the t-shirt:

*

Thanks CBC!

*Quite possibly the cheesiest pose ever.

An earthshattering kaboom

Something just had the shit blasted out of it over near Copper Cliff.

I’ve felt blasts before - when I used to curl, they would be doing blasting every night around 7 in the tunnels below Copper Cliff, so I got used to the sound and the rumbling. This must have been close to the surface - it was rather loud and the jolt was pronounced. I wonder what it was?

Honey, I’m a roll of concrete clover June 18, 2006

We’ll start with the new tonight:

The spider plant has a new shoot coming out from the middle.

Its colour is also much better than it was when I brought it home. At first, it was a pale green, but it’s a much healthier green now.

The basil is getting stronger. I may need to stake it up soon.

And what’s the general consensus on how to pronounce it - BAH-zil or BAY-sil?

The roses continue to show off.

There are a few new buds coming along, but not nearly enough to replace the ones which are finished now. Ah well.

On a down note, the flowers on the one portulaca are finished. I pinched one of the dead flowers and the water was dark scarlet. There’s one new bud on that plant, and another new one on the other.

The sage plant doesn’t appear to be all that happy.

The picture’s kind of blurry, but some of the leaves are turning yellow. I may turn the planter around and give them some more time in the sun.

Even more HCYWAPO - Ottawa Edition

(At the Lieutenant’s Pub Pump* oops!)

Me: Hey Randal [Julie’s boyfriend], what’s that you’re drinking?
Randal: It’s a Sweet Tart.
Me: Oh well - you are what you drink!
Randal: In that case, it’s a Grumpy Motherf**ker.

I’ll try and write about the rest of the trip sometime in the next few days.

* Which, for some reason I kept calling “The French Lieutenant’s Pub” much to the amusement of the locals.