Okay maybe I am using a touch of hyperbole in my title but I was actually scared in the night. What woke me around three am was a tremendous loooooong crash of extremely loud thunder. And it was weird thunder. It sound like it was rolling in a barrel and it was heavy...it actually shook my chair.
Soon after I could see forked lightening out the window and more weird thunder. And even more scary than that was the wind. Only once years ago in Kamloops, literally fifty two years ago, I was in a worse wind storm than last night's.
The wind last night was so strong and gusty and blew things around on my deck, heavy things. Every single strangely last clinging leaf on a tree was blown to smithereens. So were blow up Santas. (shovel list...I dislike blow up decorations, during the day when they are flaccid they look like deflated used condoms...not nice) sorry
We had a fantastic fun weekend. The kids arrived late. I guess they were stuck behind big trucks and it was that foggy they had to go super slow. But arrive they did! We visited and caught up for a while then we all hit the hay. They had worked all day before coming so they were pretty tired.
As it was raining out we just stayed home and talked, pianoed, watched something on tv, played with Leeloo, got dressed and ready to go to the tap house for dinner etc... It was so awesome and relaxing.
The Tap House was so much fun. We really had a fantastic time! How often do you get to eat in a real true blue train station converted but completely kept to the original look. I know! The Spaghetti House downtown Vancouver is sort of like it. But this one was smaller and more authentic because it IS a once upon a time train station.
But...I wasn't impressed with the food. I didn't even eat mine. But I will say the raw oyster presentation was amazingly delicious. I should have just ordered three of those (18 oysters) and I would have been a lot happier. Plus the service was bad enough to reduce our tip to 15%. But they are only two and a half months old so we shall give them a chance. Plus everyone else loved their food.
The funniest thing though was Monte. Being autistic he gets very involved and sometimes offended by the oddest things...things that the rest of us either miss or just don't give a rat's ass about.. That night it was the fusion food on the menu. He thinks that fusion food is completely disrespectful to the origins of the food. And he would not eat any of it. He didn't order one thing except a san peligrino. And we got a lengthy interesting lecture on why he felt that way. Life with an above my pay grade intelligence human can be very illuminating and interesting.
The kids left around three for home on Sunday. The house was pretty empty. So I just took a little time to sit and reflect on the visit until I didn't feel so lonely. I will see them again the first week in January or there about. I am making an appointment at my old hair salon in North Van to get a proper spiral perm. Spiral perm curls just last waaaay longer than the regular curls done by regular people. I need a Viet Namese hair dresser. And the salon I always went to are predominately VN. And it has to be early January.
And this is why. I am going to Mexico with Kathy and some teacher friends, or retired teacher friends during spring break. I have gone with them before to Mexico not long after Bill died. I think I mentioned this before here...I was reluctant at first. It isn't really fun being the only fat broad in a group of skinny good looking folks...at a beach no less.
It shouldn't matter. I am pretty sure these people don't give two hoots about what I look like, and I shouldn't either, but being honest here I DO give two hoots. No matter how little I eat, how many carbs I avoid I just lose so little weight. Mind you after what I have deep dived in to google about the latest discoveries about type 2 diabetes it is kind of predictable.
I was skinny and careful about carbs to stay that way and had been since I was 24. I was about 120 pounds. Then type 2 inexplicably hit when I was around 40. And the weight just came on no matter what I ate. I don't like not being in control of that. (shovel list). You would think by 73 yrs old it just wouldn't matter anymore. The attitude I can control, and shall work on doing better at that part.
Anyway it's a lot easier for me to have properly permed hair...especially in a hot humid climate. But not too close to the date of the appointment. People who don't perm their hair or don't live with someone who does, may not be aware of how badly you stink (sorry mom, stink is the only word that suits here) when your hair is newly permed. It is awful.
Well enough for today. I am off to the pharmacist now to change to a new pharmacy and ask for advice about pain medicine. Ever since I wrecked half my kidney function with ibuprofen I am leery to take any at all. My lower back and tailbone has made it impossible to get things done in a timely fashion and my sister gave me some amazing advice that changed my whole stance on pain meds. Her arthritis doctor told her to keep moving...no matter what. And if the pain keeps you from it like mine is within five minutes of moving around...take pain meds and keep going. She also is the one who suggested I speak to a pharmacist about that cuz there ain't no way I can see a doctor here in this ol' town.
Thats it folks. Gotta bounce. TFL & TTYL
'In two decades I have lost 789 pounds, I should be hanging from a charm bracelet.' Erma Bombeck
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