Catching Up

Hi Everybody.

It has been another quiet week in this little corner of Blogland, hasn’t it? As usual, it wasn’t a planned hiatus, it just sort of happened. I’ll be seeing the specialist again soon, so it was time to push the limits and see just where I’m at energy-wise, and what exactly happens when I overdo it in a big way. The idea was to analyze the effects, and see if they point more towards fibromyalgia, the new possibility, or CFS, the long-standing diagnosis, or a combination of the two. The result was pretty inconclusive, in my opinion, but it was worth a shot anyway. Both conditions are so closely related, and have overlapping symptoms, so I don’t know if we’ll ever know for sure. Maybe it’s a bit of both, or maybe it’s one or the other. But either way, it’s not going to make a whole lot of difference as far as treatment and expectations go. I was pleasantly surprised at what it took to make me really crash this time, as it was a lot more than I expected. But crash I did after three busy days, and now it’s going to be a quiet time until I get back to where I was before Monday.

Meanwhile, I dozed off for a good chunk of the evening, which means that I’m awake now, with the downstairs of the house to myself. There’s no competition for the computer at this hour, so I’ll get a blog post up while sipping away at my tea. A sore throat comes with a crash and we all know how soothing hot tea is on a sore throat, right? That’s your basic black tea, by the way. Well, not entirely basic, I guess, as I’m sipping a special blend created for one of the most posh hotels in Canada, the Empress Hotel in Victoria, B.C. I’ve never been there myself, but Richard knows someone who has a relative who works there, and who keeps a supply of the tea coming. The recipient isn’t a huge tea fan, so she was thrilled to bits to find someone to take it off her hands. And we’re thrilled to bits to take it off her hands! One taste of this stuff and I was ruined for life. πŸ™‚ I’ve always been mainly just a black tea fan, with occasional cups of green, white or Chai tea being about as exotic as my taste buds will tolerate. I’ve tried oodles of fruity teas and such, but nope, they just aren’t my thing. It’s the same with coffee – no “weird” flavours, please. I’ll stretch to a vanilla latte once in a while, but that’s about it. I also don’t take sugar in either tea or coffee. I’m sweet enough, you know. πŸ˜‰ Milk or cream is a must for both, though, and preferably cream in coffee.

Alrighty, now for the update for the week. Hmm, let’s see if I can engage the brain enough to remember back to the beginning of the week! The brain fogs aren’t quite as bad as they used to be, but it still takes some time for the mists to clear. πŸ˜‰

Okay, I know that this is going to seem like a really trivial thing to all of you, but going out on Monday for a hair cut at the mall, followed by a couple of hours roaming around shopping … all by myself … is something that hasn’t happened in, oh, I don’t know how long. My main goal was the haircut and I’d have come home right after if that wore me out. But sitting in the salon for a good spell was very relaxing, so I was game for some shopping after. It has been ages since I went for a slightly more “upscale” cut, and it was long overdue. The local places are handy and cheap, but you get what you pay for when it comes to hair cuts, right? The hairdresser had her work cut out for her as the stylings of late hadn’t been terrific, plus there was a lot more length than usual to deal with. Yes, I bowed to the pressure to try a slightly longer style. And no, I didn’t love it. It was okay, I guess, and Richard liked seeing the curls, which aren’t there when I keep it really short. But enough was enough. I felt weighed down by the extra length and thickness, and with the hot weather coming, I could see some serious sanity issues cropping up! I have incredibly thick, coarse, and quite curly hair, so a short cut is the only way to go in summer. Besides which, a short, sassy little cut makes me feel perky and sassy. πŸ˜‰ Anyway, once I got the hair thing out of the way, I went on a hunt for some new summer clothes. I loathe and despise shopping for clothing, but it’s a necessary evil eventually. I just wanted a couple of skirts and a pair of trousers, but no can do. I tried on gazillions of things, but nope, nothing was what I wanted. Or rather, looked the way I wanted it to. Eeep! In hindsight I probably should have brought some “almosts” home and tried them on in front of our own mirrors. I don’t know why clothing stores don’t spend money on decent mirrors, that actually make customers feel good about what they’re trying on. But to a one, they were all mirrors that wouldn’t have been out of place in a fun house at the fair! I kid you not. Sure, I’ve never been the slender, svelte type, but geez! I don’t get the urge to break down and sob when I look in my own mirrors, or those found in any other home I visit. But I had to fight the urge in a few stores, I tell you! But the trip wasn’t entirely wasted as I did come home with a couple of pairs of lovely sandals for summer. Shoes are pretty tough for me to find, too, so getting two pairs that look exactly right, and that feel divine on the feet is a major victory indeed!

Tuesday I felt the effects of the shopping trip, but Richard was off and it was a gorgeous day, so we spent it working in the garden. That’s when I seriously overdid things, but that was the idea, and it was nice to get so much done out there. It’s too early to plant most stuff yet, but not too early for bulbs. My seed and bulb order had arrived in the mail the previous day, so that was perfect timing. I planted 200 onion bulbs (red and Spanish), which will be stored for use over autumn through spring. Well, not quite 200, as there are always a few duds, but not as many as when I buy the bulbs in a store. Our short growing season means that the bulbs don’t grow to anything like supermarket size, so we can easily use that amount over the course of the colder months. Next up was a pruning of my roses and the fruit bushes. The roses and gooseberry bush fought back, and I looked like I had been attacked by an angry cat by the end of the job. But I guess they can be forgiven. You have to be cruel to be kind when it comes to such things, but I don’t suppose that I’d appreciate someone taking a set of shears to me, either! πŸ˜‰ The next job was transplanting a bunch of lilies to other spots in the yard. I planted a lot in my “showcase” flower bed last year, and all were nice enough, I guess. But only a few had the “wow” factor I was looking for. So, I moved the others to less conspicuous spots, to make way for the “wow” Asiatic lily bulbs I ordered this year. I also needed to get some out of the way so that Richard could move a couple of short potentilla bushes to that flower bed. They weren’t happy in their other spots, but should thrive there and will be nice “bookends” at either end of the bed. I also cleaned out all of the dead leaves and such from all of the flower beds, dug out some grass that had crept in, as well as the inevitable weeds, and finished off the day by planting the gladiolus bulb selection that had come with the order. Dad was a champion glad grower, and Stephanie would never forgive me if I didn’t plant some glads each year. Our yard is full of “Grandpa flowers”, but it’s the glads that really make her think of him. He grew hundreds each year, but two dozen are enough for us. Odds are that we won’t get any grand champions with that number, but I’m not a competitive gardener. πŸ™‚

Wednesday was another really busy day with the mundane stuff that we all do, but that isn’t thrilling enough to talk about. You all know what I mean, right? Hands up anyone who finds several loads of laundry, cleaning a bathroom, washing floors, etc. to be exciting topics of conversa
tion. Uh huh, exactly the response that I expected. πŸ™‚ So, we’ll just leave the report for that day right there, except to say that the mundane was what pulled the imaginary cork out of the bottom of my foot, and the energy completely drained away. And no, it wasn’t all psychological!

So, that’s about it for the week, really. Oh, I lie, there was a bit of real excitement on Monday when my new camera arrived. That was quick. It’s going to take me a while to figure out all of its capabilities. But for now I think I’ve mastered all that I need to know to start shooting with it. Except that I need to get a different memory card, of course. Being able to take only four photos at a time, or shoot a ten second video (almost) just isn’t going to cut it. I guess I should have ordered a memory card with the camera, but Stephanie’s had slightly more capability when hers arrived and I assumed that mine would be the same. Nope. Different photo resolutions, fewer photos. Hmph.

Speaking of photos, Stephanie took some great ones early in the week that I want to share with you. However, I can’t find them in our shared files and we have an agreement to not go poking around in each other’s personal files. So, I’ll try to remember to bug her about them tomorrow, and will then try to remember to get them up here in the next few days. Lots of trying to remember there, isn’t there? πŸ™‚

Now, before I finally end this novel, I just want to say a big thank you for all of the comments to recent posts. I’ve become so lazy/absent minded when it comes to replying to comments and feel a tad ashamed about it all. But they’re all read and appreciated, for sure! There are a couple of things that I need to address from the comments, but they can wait for another post. Susie has given me the questions for the “Randomize Me” meme that has been floating around lately, and that’s another thing that I’ll get at in the next day or two … hopefully. She asked some terrific questions, and I’m going to have fun answering them! πŸ™‚ I had hoped to get around to do some visiting and commenting before I call it a night, but no can do. The face-swallowing yawns have started and my spine is turning to rubber as I sit here, so that’s my cue to get up the stairs to bed, pronto!

‘Nighty night and sweet dreams!


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