Daily Archives: January 31, 2011

2011 So Far

So far 2011 is going minute by minute, hour by hour, and day by day. How goes it? This is how it goes. Anything goes.

How long has this been going on? How’s it going to be? What’s going down? How far do you want to go? How far CAN you go? Mind how you go, because everything must go. How’s it going to end?

I seriously fear I cannot go on. No I did not make any resolutions – I think they’re a rather large waste of time – so I am unable to report on my progress or lack thereof.

Can we please go in another direction and talk about something else?

Going, going, gone.

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January Schmanuary

It’s been a long time since I did a “just now” blog, but suddenly, just now, I felt like writing something about this exact moment in time.  Which of course has now passed, so it’s already too late.  Or is it?

Anyway, all I really wanted to say is that I am once again ecstatically happy to be saying so long to another miserable stupid January!  I don’t know why I have such a hate on for this dreadful month.   Maybe because it seems to hang around for flaming ever while I struggle to remember to get the last two digits of the new year written down correctly on patient files.  This January we had one of the biggest dumps of snow that I can remember for around here;  then it turned ridiculously mild and windy so that everything was covered in ice;  then the roads were miraculously bare for about three days;  then it snowed some more and now it’s insanely cold again.  GAH!

Our street got cleared TWICE so I guess I’m thankful for that.  It’s sort of like lightning striking more than once in the same spot.  Unpredictable and unbelievable and something to talk about, because there’s certainly nothing much else exciting going on.

Our tv service has been upgraded to HD.  The Telus people sent us a nice letter explaining how amazing they are and what they were up to;  then we got a phone call the day before as a reminder and another one the day after to make sure it all went well.  Since I rarely watch tv anymore I had a hard time pretending to care.  However, they did send us a new universal remote which I tried to program after the changes took place, since the old one no longer worked, and I thought doing that would be easier in the long run than dealing with W. if he discovered he could no longer power up the set and became comatose or something.  To make a long involved story short and easier to digest, the only thing the new remote will do is turn on the power and turn up the volume.  Two very important things of course, but it’s supposed to change channels and control the dvd/vcr.  I managed to get the old one to stop being such a useless piece of junk and resume its former duties.  So now, instead of three remotes, we have four.  So that’s certainly simplified things, thank you Telus.

Oh, and speaking of things being simpler, we no longer have a fish.  Poor Phineas.  Ever since I came home after Christmas he’d been looking a bit strange, swimming sideways and other weird stuff.  I went through three (THREE!) different fish tanks and FOUR pumps and I have no idea how many times I cleaned everything and changed the water and stressed myself out over the water conditioner and temperature and filters and food.  Probably he died of over stimulation.  It was the only way he felt he could possibly get any peace.  So I’m done with that.  The tank is in the store-room and Phineas is in fish heaven and there will no longer be little red rocks stuck in the kitchen strainer.  Everything has a bright side.

Tomorrow I go to the doctor for my regular three-month bp and thyroid check, rx renewal, and random pain of the day complaint.  Honestly, I don’t even want to mention that my right shoulder has been feeling dislocated for a month.  Because it IS getting better, I swear.  It’s probably just a damned January thing, and once February rolls around I’ll be right as rain.

Had to put in a request at work for holidays before the month ended.  Another stupid January bothersome pain in the butt.  So I picked two weeks in May/June and two more in September.  Now I suppose I should figure out what to do with all that time off, although doing absolutely nothing has a certain appeal.

My resolution to write 500 words a day has sort of vanished from my itinerary – I will get back to that on my Ainslee and Lara blather pages.  Perhaps I will start in the wee hours of the morning.  Wee hours in February being preferable to those in this horrific month from hell.  Sorry January, I know it’s not your fault.  I should just take a lot of Advil and sleep for 31 days.  I’ll try that next year.  One day to go!  I can SO do this.