Yesterday was much better, even if I didn’t get the extra hour of sleep. I dosed with Tylenol before leaving for work, and the humidity was lower, so all in all the shift went well. I had been careful to put most of the cabbage from last night’s beef stew aside; I love the stuff but it makes me toot, not such a good idea to consume before spending time in public. Fortunately the couple of forkfuls that I did eat only began to take effect shortly before I was to leave the premises, and the industrial fans there are running continually and loud enough to camouflage any noise I emitted; even more fortunate that there was no smell associated, right?
When I arrived home, my Little Flea was already here with Karen, and she told me about the naughty boy at her school who threw ice onto the street. It reminded me of when my 3 were little tykes and the stories I would hear then; a pang of nostalgia for a fleeting moment. No, I wouldn’t have the energy to go back and do all that over again, but the memories are wonderful.
My son stopped in to pick up his daughter and he joined us for supper. I had prepared chicken fajitas (Karen had already prepped all the veggies, so it was easy and quick) and they left early, taking a doggy bag to his wife, who would be just finishing her late afternoon shift too.
The Canadian Raptors were playing basketball against Boston, so we watched our team pull off a difficult win; difficult mostly because of the blatant anti-Raptor officiating which, according to Karen, who gave me the bug for this sport, is a regular thing against the only Canadian team in that league. One of the reasons this post is mostly about my ordinary day is to avoid my getting on a soapbox and saying exactly what I feel about such a display of prejudiced conduct by the referees. Well, except for this paragraph anyway – a very short stint on the soapbox, we’ll say.
I finally got to bed around midnight, then woke at 3 AM, and toured Blogit to read, and to write. I go in for 2:30 this afternoon, so I intend to catch more winks after chatting by Messenger with my daughter, a regular habit each morning at 5 AM. She is a very busy lady and it’s one way of keeping in touch daily.
That is done, and I’ve just signed off with her, so I’ll do the same here, and send you my SMILES, wish you a great day, and now attempt to chase down Morpheus!
LUV FROM THE BUSH IN QUEBEC
Tales from the Bush in Quebec 