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2008 07 27 deck
Yes, it did get finished.  Quite a long time ago.  But we still have not had that drink out on the new deck.  Why?  Because the timing worked out so that we jumped right into another project: a facelift for the main floor women’s washroom at church.  That became the project that would not let us go.  Everything took longer than it should have.  If something could have a complication, it did.  It sure makes me re-think our tentative plans to renovate our kitchen!




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I’ve got 21 items checked out at the moment, and 13 requested.
I enjoy using our library’s hold system.  Sometimes what I pick up is a complete surprise, since some books have long waiting lists and over time I forget that I’ve requested something.  Often I’ve completely forgotten why I requested the item, or who recommended it, or how I heard about it.  Did a friend read it and tell me about it?  Did I hear about it on CBC radio?  Did I read about it in WIRED magazine or on someone’s blog?  It is a enjoyable confusion!
About half of the library’s front counter staff just head for the back to check the books being held when they see me come in the front door.

Today there were just two items waiting for me, but they were an odd pair:  Kierkegaard For Beginners and a Chumbawamba CD.  You can’t pigeonhole me!




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I’ve always told SticklerJr to eat lots of fruit and vegetables, to get enough sleep, to be active, to have self-control with junkfood. Oh, and to remember his chores and clean up after himself.
But I don’t have a good track record with any of this stuff myself.
Even if I plan veggies with a meal, I usually forget to actually prepare them.  I don’t much like to eat fruit.  So unless there’s watermelon, fresh pineapple, or sugar snap peas in the house, I’m not eating much produce.
I only go to bed at a reasonable hour to be considerate to early-to-bed MrSwiv.  Often I’m not so considerate of him.
Active?  Dancing is all I do.  Self-control?  Um, empty chocolate bar wrappers and empty potato chip bags make that point.
…and I sheepishly admit that I haven’t cleaned the bathroom yet this week.  Stripping the wax off the bathroom floor at church doesn’t count since it doesn’t actually make our bathroom any cleaner.
I’m such a bad example.


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Looking at photos of myself from any point in the last 25 years, it is obvious that the hair is not right.  The thing is, I’ve never been thinking “I’m stylin’!” either when any of those pics were taken.  As far as hair is concerned, I’ve always felt like I’ve been doing the best I could, but that’s all.  Most of the time, the best I can do with my hair hasn’t been much.  But at least I was trying.  At least I can look at all those images without hating myself, because that younger me was doing the best she knew how.

I still struggle a lot with my hair.I resent not getting to have an actual hairstyle (such as is possible with straight hair).  I resent not being able to look chic, and not being able to get an elegant night-out hairdo.

I struggle with paying $60 to have my hair cut by someone who knows what they’re doing.  I struggle with spending so much money on all the hair product that is necessary to do-the-best-I-can right now.

This week I got three compliments on my hair, but it is still an extremely rare occurrence for ME to look in the mirror and like my hairstyle, although there are fewer days when I absolutely detest how it looks.  Still, I expect that in ten years I’ll look back on the 40-year-old version of myself and say kindly and gently to her, “Oh sweetie, what hair!  But I know you were doing the best you could!”


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Swivels is loved.  The coveted bag appeared at her door, delivered by a very cheerful mailman postal delivery person, and Swivels was very very surprised.  Not surprised that the postal delivery person was cheerful, for the ones on her route are always happy to see her, since she is a ray of sunshine.  Surprised to receive The Bag, and wondering now whether it really is okay sometimes to expect good things and to dream big.

It was a day of two deliveries – the postal delivery person was delighted to visit our house twice.  He was not so happy that our front step is the hangout for the neighborhood’s wasp and mosquito population.  I am not sure how organized Canada Post is, that they couldn’t figure out that they had two parcels for one address on the same truck.
The other delivery was the best earplugs we’ve met.  (We met at a BNL concert, but weren’t formally introduced at the time.)  We have searched every store that sells earplugs, but they all sell the sad basic variety.  I finally threw caution to the wind and ordered Laser Lites the only way possible – in a box of 200 pairs.  We will never again need to purchase earplugs.  Earplugs will be part of every gift we now give to anyone for any occasion.  (Birthday earplugs.  Christmas earplugs.  Anniversary earplugs. Baby shower earplugs.  Hey, some of these are very appropriate!)

I was so enraptured* with the box of earplugs, that I started throwing fistfuls into the air and letting them shower down around me, and around SticklerJr.  He was Not Amused.

*Please note that I had not yet received The Bag.  Perhaps that’s just as well, for it may have overwhelmed my pure and authentic joy at finally being stocked up with primo-quality earplugs.  And the day would have been poorer without that joy and its accompanying shower of Laser Lites, only a few of which actually fell into SticklerJr’s lunch.