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hazy shade of winter
It's really amazing how visiting my parents in small town Saskatchewan lowers my brain-activity level. It's already noon here and I feel barely awake. They have wifi but I can't even make myself read LJ. (I'll definitely catch up at some point, though.) It's too cold outside, too hot inside, and too boring everywhere. The coffee is weak, the family is religious, and I've already run out of conversation. And my partner couldn't get time off work, so there's no one to commiserate with.
I think I psyched myself out by watching all that Corner Gas the last few weeks. I keep expecting Davis to show up so we can have a brief but passionate affair.
There's no point to this post, really. I just wanted to prove to myself that I'm still conscious.
I think I psyched myself out by watching all that Corner Gas the last few weeks. I keep expecting Davis to show up so we can have a brief but passionate affair.
There's no point to this post, really. I just wanted to prove to myself that I'm still conscious.
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The weak coffee thing is kind of troubling. I think you need to appoint yourself brewmaster.
Since you're gone and not reading LJ, I think I'll watch the rest of PoT and post massive amounts of character squee and probably some Nanjiroh/Momo, and just filter you out. Hope that's OK.
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I thought that maybe my brain was so fuzzy because I didn't get enough carbs at breakfast so I made some strong coffee and ate half a banana. It helped. But not much. So now I'm alternating between the Prince of Tennis movie and Johnny Cash. Also downloading this week's SPN.
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Mmm, Johnny Cash.
And for this week's SPN they're in BALTIMORE! I told Barkley that I was surprised they didn't come see me, but I guess they were too busy. Still: kind of disappointing!
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They don't give me coffee.
They say it's not suitable for children.
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I shudder to think how braindead I would be *without* coffee!
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Oh ho, visiting the homestead.
Come home soon!
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Thinking of you in your time of travail.
Trips to cafes for a change of pace/temperature, ideally fortified with frothy hot beverages. Cocoa is nice if you're doing low-caf.
Checking out the local library.
Dragging the fam to a movie. Gives everyone something to discuss afterward, and 90 minutes of relief from having to talk.
Scrabble. Scrabble is an excellent family coping strategy.
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Trips to cafes for a change of pace/temperature, ideally fortified with frothy hot beverages.
There is one, where they "proudly serve" Starbucks coffee from a single urn and make espresso in an automatic machine. I've been once and will be going back, since the coffee is better than the pre-ground Tim Horton's my mother has. Luckily, it's really close, since it's too cold to walk far. -9C when I went out earlier.
Checking out the local library.
The community lost their local library (which was TINY) several years go. My mother campaigned to save it, but to no avail.
Dragging the fam to a movie. Gives everyone something to discuss afterward, and 90 minutes of relief from having to talk.
This is the family that was not *allowed* to attend movies when I was growing up. My parents are more relaxed about that now, but it's not really an activity that we would likely do. Plus god knows if anything good is showing in Moose Jaw (15-20 minutes away). Also, unrelated to the smallness of the town, I'm wearing an old pair of glasses at the moment and my distance vision is so bad it's difficult to watch TV or similar.
Scrabble. Scrabble is an excellent family coping strategy.
We did that one already. :)
Tomorrow is the family reunion/birthday party. That should be tiring but fun. And it's in a different small town.
Anyhow, I'm feeling better than I was -- I'm still not sure why I was so out of it. Now there's just the noise of rambunctious children to deal with. :)
Wow, that *is* small.
I didn't realize movies were off limits -- I figured something like "Happy Feet" might pass inspection with even the strictest non-Amish crowd, but that shows you what I know.
Ah, Scrabble. A universal favorite in these situations. Did I ever tell you that I directed two different plays that had Scrabble scenes?
Where are you?
Sat., Nov. 11, 2070 Broad St. 9 pm--just ask for Michele :D Course, that goes for everyone else too--come on over, we'll make it nice!
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