January 2, 2015
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| Half the Christmas crap packed up |
I don't know why but I sat here looking at a blank sheet of paper for three hours last night and couldn't write a word. Sometimes it's only from the distance of time that you can get a proper perspective on what's happening, even in your own life. For the life of me I couldn't figure out which way to go, so I went nowhere. That's not quite true, I went to bed!
I got out of bed at 8 a.m. to a dusting of snow on the ground.
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| A dusting of snow |
I made a pot of Joe, marshalled my thoughts, then wrote yesterday's blog in about ninety minutes. When I got out of bed, it was all just sitting there in my head waiting to be written. I was so pleased with myself when I got the blog posted, I added another exercise to my usual workout.
I call this one the Straight Arm Thrust. Along with my Side lifts, Front lifts, Belly Crunches and No Stair Stretches. It took me 29:10 minutes to do ten sets of ten reps of all five exercises and 200 One Stair Steps.
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| Black is very slimming. |
I put the timer on because I want to increase the pace with which I am doing my exercises. Then I did forty-five minutes on the Iron Maiden, watching another episode of Lilyhammer. Also in my role as House Squatch I did two loads of laundry and changed the furnace filter.
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| Two months of dust. |
After my workout I made a lunch of prime rib lettuce wraps and Squatch salad. I'm eating pretty well for a guy on a diet!
I had a few errands to run as the lovely Lisa, Christmas Elf, deconstructed Christmas.
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| Santa Down, Santa down!!! |
She goes back to work on Saturday and I don't want to be sitting in a Winter Wonderland in April, Chef Boy R Lisa's next break.
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| Christmas is over |
I packed up my posse and headed for the Post Office.
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| Retirement home |
We had a package to send to Baby Julia for her third birthday.
I keep hearing about how the Post Office is losing money. Hard to believe! I waited in line for five minutes until I was next in line. That's when one of the two employees left. Not a word, just averted her eyes from the ten people in line and left. I stepped up to the counter to the last remaining postal worker. I handed him my parcel and he weighed it, 180 grams. Measured it 7"x 3"x 3". $13.85 if I want it there in three days, $9.65 regular mail, up to a week. I guess their answer to decreasing mail volume is to jack up the price. They took a page from BC Ferries. Regular mail it is. That of course, is when the computer shut down. He called to the girl in back who told him to use the other computer because she was on break. Like I said hard to believe their struggling. I managed to send my package in only thirty minutes. From the Post Office I went to the bank. With no government employees, I was in and out of their in two minutes. I drove down through Mallairdville to the Return It Store with the back of the truck full of dead electronics. I tried to put them in the recycling but they won't take them, and they have a fine system if you throw them in the garbage. The Return It Store must be government too. The place was open but there was no one there! I piled the stuff on the counter and left. I was planning to go to Stupor Store for some fresh produce.
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| Baby Julia |
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| Stop or I'll poop! |
The Rat dogs had other ideas. Elvis was bouncing around between the front and back seat and Nutmeg kept pawing at me. I made a beeline for Blue Mountain Park. It was getting dark when we got to the park. In the shadows of dusk, five pound Rat dogs become nearly invisible!
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| Caught with the flash |
Their feet had barely hit the grass when they assumed the position like a couple of synchronised swimmers. Dropped a half dozen Doggie McNuggets and we were on our way. A quick stop at Cheap Thrills for tomatoes and avacados and home just after 5:00.
We were going down to Gastown to a restaurant called L'abattoir for Chef Boy R Lisa's boss Nin's fortieth birthday celebration. Nin always throws a good party. We used his marriage to Krista as an excuse to go to Hawaii for their wedding last summer.
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| Nin and Krista |
The restaurant is rated in the top ten in the country. It was another suit and tie thing, or so I thought. The lovely lisa was as always lovely in a flower print dress from Ralph Lauren.
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| Lovely Lisa |
I looked like an Limo driver in my polyester sport coat and pants!
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| The thorn between the roses. |
We stopped to see Mama Lee on our way into town. She was watching the Canada Juniors beat up on Norway so we didn't stay for more than a few minutes. We were supposed to be there at 7:30. We weren't sure what was happening till we got there. Nin is one of the owners of the place and he had us in a private room. Champagne through the door and appetisers walked around by amazingly attentive servers. They should work at the Post Office!
The food was so tasty. And in the French tradition, tiny. I could have eaten hundreds of them! As it was, I was like an Orca going through a herd of seals, really tiny seals! There were a lot of the people who were at the wedding on Kona there and it was nice to touch base with them again. They're East Indian and I'm trying to weasel an invite to the next wedding. Curry not Poi! I'm kidding! Sort of.
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| One of these girls needs to get married so I can go to the wedding. |
Three hours flew by. After the cake, always with the freakin cake!
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| Happy Birthday to NIn |
We said our goodbyes and as we left the lovely Lisa said "My feet are killing me!" Did I mention there was not a chair to be found. Looking down at her pointy toed, four inch heeled, torture shoes I said "That's hard to believe." I said as we walked the two and a half blocks of cobble stoned streets to where we parked the car. "Why don't you just lean on this lamp post and I'll go get the car" I suggested. "Why don't you shut up and help me" she replied as she dug her nails into my bicep. "Yes, Dear"
We took our time going home. I was still hungry and so was the lovely Lisa. We drove past Tentatsu, closed. On Loks, closed, we even briefly considered Denny's. In the end, I heated up some left over pork roast and ate it with some funky German mustard.
That's all I've got
Till next time
peace out y'all
©2015 Dave Squatch Ward
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