Sooooooo.....meat. Movies. Dinners. Games. Boxes. Stuff needing places to go. Notary Publics. Lightening (causing a scared shitless dog). Horrible head ache. Smoke. Pho. and now Christopher Robin.
Dinners: we have had a couple up at Kathy's, delicious dinners. Last night they had a couple of friends over and we all brought something. Kathy has been buying local corn on the cob and its unbelievably sweet and crunchy and amazing. Those little sweet kernels pop out deliciousness when you bite them. It reminds me of Bill...I think it was almost his fave food. And last night was no exception. Iris brought the most delicious spinach, strawberry, candied walnut salad, I stuffed a couple of salmon and made a dill sauce and ..... get this...Kathy made strawberry icecream....real ice-cream. God it was good!!! After dinner we played games...had the best time ever!
Movies: The other day Kerry, Kathy and I went to Mission Impossible....and of course it was mellydram, impossible and pure entertainment! I always sit down in front, like right in front, three or four rows up so there is never anyone around to bug me with their frigging popcorn chewing and candy bag rattling. Plus I can see.
Tonight Kathy, hopefully Jo, and I are going to Christopher Robin. It looks like its a really good movie. I would go just to watch Pooh! What an adorable little bear he is! Plus gloomy Eeyore is played by Brad Garrett...there couldn't be anyone more perfect for that role!
Boxes: Ah jeez! You know it doesn't matter how much crap I throw out all the time and especially when I move, I always have more. These boxes, big ones, I haven't looked in since I moved a year ago. So Anne and I started to go through them. We did about six or seven of them and once again I end up with three garbage bags right full of garbage, one bag full of donation and one full bag of recycling and one pretty full bag Anne is keeping. How the hell does this happen? What made me keep that shit when I moved a year ago? I only ended up with two or three armfuls, and one laundry basket of stuff I am keeping...out of six or seven BIG boxes!
Work: In the midst of this I get the occasional call from Aryn, my awesome business person. Mortgages to sign payouts and discharges on and mortgages to buy etc. This involves trips to the notary....whom I really like. We always take time to visit. I enjoy this activity!
Travel: Last night I went to bed and got myself all comfy and settled and as I was drifting off to Lala land.. I suddenly jolted up, it just dawning on me that I had no recollection of seeing my passport recently and I knew it wasn't in the little purse it is always in...cause that purse was all folded up and stuffed into my camera bag. Jesus H!!! I lay there in a sweat trying my damnedest to remember where it was.
I eventually went back to sleep but I woke up at five thirty and I just couldn't stay in bed. I got up and started hunting. I couldn't find it. Until I suddenly remembered I had put my American money and my passport in three matching vases on top of the bent box Bill is in. Whew!!! I am most definitely getting dementia I'm telling ya! Then I rounded up all my euros from here there and everywhere. I ended up with over a thousand euros! Thats crazy. Thats from the trip to Paris I made with April in 2016. Good thing Bill doesn't know...he would be so pissed off with me! Not keeping track of my weird money was a pet peeve he had with me!
Meat: On Sunday aft. Kathy and Iris and I met another Kiwanian, Darren, at the Dirty Jersey, a dark, comfy pub connected to a pool hall and bowling alley way on the other side of town. We were going to do the meat draw and 50/50. We have done it before but the gaming powers that be came by a month or two ago and demanded we follow minute detailed annoying rules...writing down all the ticket numbers, and logging every possible detail etc..... So Darren taught us how and off we went and sold tickets. We had so much fun. I love kabissbing with all those old wrinkled dudes and their old wrinkled wives in their glittery t-shirts and sweat shirts. It really was fun. We raised 401.50!
Smoke: Okay, I am not going to talk much about this one. But one certain Vancouverite was complaining about the air quality down there. I got the feeling she wasn't understanding the real badness up here. So I looked it up and read that Vancouver air quality was 18 and ours was 178. So I texted her this. She texted back that really it was their humidity that was getting her. So I looked that up too. I know we have some humidity cuz my hair smells like perm when I go out. Vancouver's was 62 and ours was 58. I texted her that too.
Sorry Arnie. I didn't mean to be a one upper. At least I didn't say I told you so! And she has a real lung problem too. I smoked about 75 cigarettes a day when I was pregnant with her. We didn't know back then it was bad but I am pretty sure thats what caused her lung problems. I also drank a whole bottle of Southern Comfort when I was about two months pregnant. Sigh. Its a lucky thing she is normal. Well, actually she isn't. She is way way way smarter and more organized and a math whiz than anyone I know. Maybe the smoking helped. No, It didn't. Maybe she would have been a freaky freaking genius if I hadn't smoked. So maybe it was a good thing I did. No.
Enough now. Its been a busy awesome few days. I did miss the rib fest though. When I got up I had the mother of all mother headaches. And I never get headaches so I just simply went back to bed and to sleep and didn't get up until it went away, around three. Poor Wrangler. He didn't understand what was going on.
Okay really enough now. TTYL
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