Sharing My World 10


Share Your World Week 46

On a vacation what would you require in any place that you sleep? 

A real bed with a real mattress which is a little less solid than concrete.  My back aches after sleeping on a too-soft surface, but when we were in Greece there was one place we stayed with beds so hard my hips and shoulders went numb and I had to keep turning one way and then the other to get the feeling back in them.  With my firm bed I like a soft pillow or no pillow at all.  I also like quiet.  And a night-light helps in an unfamiliar place, so that using the bathroom doesn’t involve breaking any bones or stubbing any toes or falling off any balconies in the middle of the night.  All of those things are much worse when they happen in the dark.

Music or silence while working?

Silence please.  Ever had one of those stupid days where you get distracted by absolutely everything? These last two have been high on my list of occasions when I’ve been mostly out to lunch.  I don’t actually have such a list, but if I did it would be a long one.  Follow me around for a few minutes.  I decide to change the sheets on the bed (which incidentally has the best bamboo chiropractic mattress ever), then gather up the laundry and take it downstairs, remember I have to photo copy an invoice on W’s printer down there because mine isn’t working, come back up to get it and decide it’s time for another cup of coffee, see that my favourite cup shelf is empty so start the dishwasher, notice the stove top looks disgusting and clean and shine it up,  then while looking for clean sheets remember the coffee I didn’t make,  put the invoice on the kitchen table so I’ll remember to take it downstairs with me the next time I go down there….and on it goes.  Music just adds to the confusion.  I don’t know where my powers of concentration have gone.  Maybe on vacation.  I also can’t remember how I ever got anything done around here when I was working 4 days out of 7.

If you were to move and your home came fully furnished with everything you ever wanted, list at least three things from your old house you wish to retain?

Everything I ever wanted would include a library, so I would bring all my books with me.  I’m counting that as one thing.  Thing two would be photo albums and framed pictures of family and boxes of treasures and memorabilia and I would sneak all my artwork into that category.  And finally, my grandmas rocking chair.  And probably that alien giraffe carving because seriously, how could I possibly leave him behind?  And all my electronic stuff.  Three is a pretty limiting number.  I like thirty-three better.

What’s your least favorite mode of transportation?

Ox cart.  I don’t have to ride in one to know that.  I like things that go fast and get me to where I’m going in the least amount of time possible.  So that means W can’t be driving them.

Bonus question:  What are you grateful for from last week, and what are you looking forward to in the week coming up?

Yesterday was my last follow-up with the specialist who walked into the room with a big smile on his face.  Once again they found nothing unusual and no reason to investigate further.  So he said, why don’t we just forget about it?  If anything else comes up I have his card and he will happily see me again.  But he sees no reason to continue with the poking and prodding anymore.  Best news ever.  Carry on as if I’m normal.  I can do that.

I’m looking forward to no more TV issues next week and for ever after for the rest of my life because last night we went out and bought a new one.  Now we have a new TV, a new digital box, and a new remote.  The TV is a SMART one.  Smartest thing we’ve purchased in a long time.  I’m not looking forward so much to paying the credit card bill, but not having W distract me from whatever I’m doing (or have forgotten I’m doing) to rant and rave about what the TV is up to now and telling me I have to come downstairs and figure out how to fix it – that’s got to be worth every penny.   And then some.  We can watch Netflix and You-Tube and all kinds of stuff on this one.  Told you it was smart.


Honey I’m Home!

I love my sister and her husband.  They put up with me for two whole weeks without hardly complaining at all.  Well not in front of me, anyway.  Got all packed up this morning and we drove back down to London and met my brother for lunch at Swiss Chalet.  We were first ones in when it opened at 11:30 a.m.  By about noon the place was packed.  On a random Tuesday morning.  What the hell is that all about? Mid week chicken craving sweeps London.

I really do hate goodbyes.  This is my brother’s last treatment week in the city and then he has different treatments scheduled in the hospital in Owen Sound, so he’ll be able drive to and from home for those without the added expense of staying overnight.  Once this is finished we’ll all be anxious to know the results.  Right now it’s an on-going battle and he’s fighting the good fight.  It’s wonderful to see him so positive.

Then it was off to the airport and another goodbye.  Last hugs are the longest.

In Winnipeg it took us over twenty minutes to get off the plane because the tunnel they were trying to connect to the plane from the terminal got a tire caught in a rut and they couldn’t get it out.  Almost had to go to another gate, but they managed finally to get it moving again.  So it was another speedy trip to make the next connection with very little waiting around.  As much as I’m happy to be home, the descent was pretty depressing.  Like heading into one gargantuan flat mud hole.  I didn’t know there were that many shades of brown.  The only green I saw was some warehouse roof and a couple of pine trees.  (And there is still some snow on our front lawn.)

But W was here to pick me up!  The weather has been too cold on the island to make it practical to go there yet.  He’d probably freeze the water pipes or something disastrous like that.  So I guess I’m stuck with him for a bit longer.  Nice to get to listen to some of the satelite radio stations before he whisks it away for the summer.

I’ve brought back lots of treasures – a few pictures, some old letters, miscelaneous books and other random bits of memorabilia which I’ll start to sort through tomorrow.  As much as the holiday was great fun, it’s nice to be home.