Yowza

Yup, I'm already $40 over my limit, so I will not be turning the computer on again until Saturday. Grrrr.

I received a package from home today - the parentals have started to mail all of my boxes to me. I don't know if it's going to wind up being more expensive than if I could have gotten a moving company, but I don't care. My things are starting to make their way west.

I have a photo of the Gaijin Gang during our first Yuusuzumikai (the summer festival in which I wow-ed audiences with just how high my breasts rose when I was strapped in to my summer kimono ^_^) on my desk now, and it makes me laugh. There I am with my crazy bleached blonde hair, and there's Sean and Danni and Pat. I remember the good times now, so one day in the future I am sure I will look back at any bad times I am having now with the same degree of forgetfulness.

That being said, I am really tired today. My body senses that the end of the Festival is rapidly approaching, and is telling me to give in to my desire to pull the covers over my head in the morning and just sleep all day. Today has been a long day of meetings I didn't want to have (well, actually, only one meeting, but it drained me).

My luck seemed to change at lunchtime, though - Heather took me up to the Fingers Site because there were sheep out (that I saw with my own eyes). And then I got the package from home and an emergency kit for my car from the folks at Whitehorse Motors. So I guess today was more positive than negative ^_^

Here's a photo from my last summer festival, back in 2007. Sean and I are looking pretty cute ^_^

Argh! Download limits!

As a result of my friend Paulette's suggestion that I give Sharpe a watch, I have been downloading episodes like a mad fiend. As of yesterday at 4:00pm, I was at 19,286MB - but I didn't know that until this morning. I had downloaded another episode overnight, which will put me over the 20GB limit for the month...with 4 days left in April.

Curses.

On the up side, May starts on Saturday, so I won't be denied the pleasure of watching the new Ashes to Ashes as I relax on the weekend.

I can see I will have to be a bit more prudent in the future.

Sharpe is really good - set during the war with France in the early 1800s, it is the story of man who rises from the ranks of the British Army through his heroic efforts. In the first episode, he saves the life of Sir Arthur Wellesley (who later becomes Lord Wellington) and is promoted to Lieutenant. Sharpe is not from the nobility, which is a huge social issue (he's not even from the gentry - his mother was a prostitute and he was raised on the streets), and throughout the first episode he struggles to win the respect of both his men and his fellow officers. He has a sense of honour but he fights dirty - he fights to win.

This is a roundabout way of saying that Richard Sharpe is a delightful bit of rough, which is a change from my other fictional Napoleonic-era boyfriend, Horatio Hornblower. HH is the son of a doctor who rises through the ranks of the Navy through his heroic actions. Unlike Sharpe, HH is only 17 at the beginning of the series, and he is a lot more of a gentleman than Sharpe.

What I'm trying to say is, expect a number of Napoleonic references from me for the next month or so. That's usually the length of one of my fits ^_^

I swear to God, Nature...

If you don't start showing me wildlife, we are going to have to renegotiate this deal.

Heather emailed me this morning, offering to take me on a tour of some of the nature spots that I have yet to explore around Faro. I haven't really done much exploring. At first, it was because I didn't have a vehicle of my own to explore in, and later it was because I am always so tired after work and would much rather curl up on my couch with plate of shrimp and watch DVDs. I know, I know.

But at any rate, I said sure, and (after our afternoon meeting) off we went. We drove up to the Fingers Site (no, I don't know why it's called that and no, I didn't ask) to see if we could spot some sheep. The festival is just around the corner, and it might be nice for me to see one before the tourists get here. Alas, no sheep were making merry on the mountain.

Someone had been, though - we stepped over a used condom. Who has sex at a sheep viewing platform? I made a mental note not to get roped into going up to the site on Sunday for the big Clean Up...no sirree, I will be busy in town where we only have to deal with empty aerosol containers in the gazebo.

At any rate, we drove up to the Mine, so I could see the pools of toxic sludge and shiver at the ominous look of the mine complex. Interestingly (to me, anyway), the sludge in the lagoons is the same colour as the dirt my boss imported to lay out at the kindergarten in Japan...coincidence? There were no animals around the mine, but I hardly blame them for that.

Then it was off to the cabin at Mt. Mye. I was getting a bit tired by then (our jaunt up the mountain to the mine wound up taking an hour and change), but really hoped my wildlife-luck would change. Plus, I didn't want to seem like a jerk when Heather had made such a kind offer. We chatted, and I was really sure I would see a sheep.

But I didn't. Mt. Mye was bare. Now I was chilly and disappointed. But we kept driving, down the Blind Creek Road toward Lynx Track Farm. We saw some moose tracks, and Heather stopped the car to show me wolf poo (complete with moose hairs!), and we stopped at the end of the road to take in the Pelly River. Then we turned around to go back.

I did see one thing on our journey back - a male grouse, standing in the middle of the road, staring at the bushes. The car didn't bother him - he was fixated on whatever lady-grouse was in those bushes. It is spring, after all - the sexiest time of year.

By the time I got home, it was 7:30 and I was two hours late for my supper. It's a good thing the days are so long now - it was still bright when I had my rice and shrimp dinner ^_^

And now to bed, I think. Not to sleep, but to imagine all the wild things that lurk in the bushes, ignoring me.

Non qui parum habet, sed qui plus cupit, pauper est. *

Please ignore the crankiness of my last entry - I went down to the garage and chopped a couple buckets of firewood and kindling, and now I feel better. Sweaty and single, but better ^_^

Now I am lounging on the couch, with a blazing fire roaring away in the fireplace and cold Growers Cider on the coffee-table. I'm just about to watch my favourite Jane Austen movie, Persuasion, and perhaps later I will make myself fried shrimp appetizers and pretend they qualify as dinner ^_^

Rest assured, my friends, I am not as gloomy as I sounded before.



*It is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, that is poor. *Seneca the Younger

Feeling whiny

I can be pretty obnoxious at time, I think.

I complain a lot, because complaining is so easy, but really, I have a pretty good life. I have my health, a family who loves me (I think), and some really great friends (some old, some new). Yes, there are things that could potentially make my life even better (someone to share it with, a money tree, world peace), but on the whole, I am pretty lucky.

So, when I'm a jerk, I'm really a jerk.

The little voice in my head should be saying stuff like, So what, a girl you went to school with (and didn't even like much at the time) is making a go of it as an actor, where as you went home and lost your nerve and never pursued a career in theatre? So what, the guy who broke your heart years ago is having a baby with his partner and they're both really happy and excited about it, and it makes you feel like you're going to be alone for all eternity? So what?

Right on, voice in my head. I had dinner at Kara's last night, played with the baby, and enjoyed being in the company of pleasant people. I shouldn't let myself get into the mopes just because of a photo.


In positive news, I made a really nice soup for lunch today - Coconut Chicken, with carrots and potatoes and stuff. I feel like I am becoming the Queen of Soups up here.

Frothing at the mouth

Ugh, I came home early, slept for hours. Woke up, checked email, went to Facebook. Saw a post on the first page from a girl I went to theatre school with...and now I am feeling ill and angry.

Oh, you poor thing, 115 pounds, size 2, with people coming up to you thinking you're pregnant. My heart bleeds for you.

Ugh. This is making my dinner rise to the back of my throat. And it was a nice dinner.

My body may be giving up the fight

I'm not sure, but yesterday it was my stomach, today it is my throat and head. I think my body is trying to tell me something. Perhaps that something is "You are making yourself sick, dumbass. Go home, wear fuzzy pants, and lie on the couch while watching movies, drinking tea, and feeling sorry for yourself."

I went home a couple of hours early yesterday, because of my Stupid Stomach Troubles. I am debating going home after the others get back from lunch, because I need rest and there's no way I can take a sick day tomorrow.

On the other hand, if I go home, I'm just going to stress out and be anxious about emails coming in or missing phone calls or people thinking I am a slacker.

On the third hand, ginger-ale would be really nice right about now. And maybe some toast with jam. And I wish my dad was here to bring me tea with honey. And my cats were here to curl up on my lap.

Okay, rambling over. Back to work.

Colour me surprised

That was the shortest Council meeting we have had since I've been here. Surreal.

Then I hung around talking to people until 9, which kind of negated the finishing early part, but still, good work!

Now I'm going to watch some Ashes to Ashes, because I don't have to do anything else tonight ^_^

Hurray!

Tuesdays are trouble

When I said I wasn't going to buy any new food until I had used up some of the excessive amount of staples I have acquired through not knowing how to shop, I obviously neglected to say that Tuesdays before council meetings don't count. Because there is no way I am going to tonight's meeting until I have devoured that thin-crust pepperoni pie I just picked up. But when your choices are eat a pizza or start smoking again, it's not really a choice, is it?

The tricky thing about blogging is expressing yourself without saying too much, if you know what I mean. Good days become angry bees days just because one funny turtle opens its mouth.

Maybe Kennie is right, and I should install a punching bag in the office. Because my other option, install a bar in my living room, isn't going to happen.

Punching Monday in the throat

It's five minutes before work even starts, and already I have screwed something up. Hooray for Monday!

Seriously, things were going so well this morning - woke up, made my bed, made dinner and threw it in the crockpot, showered, put some laundry on. One phone call has made me upset, because I made a mistake because I didn't know any better.

This day better take a 180 degree turn toward awesome, is all I am saying.

What I've been up to

So, I have mentioned some quilt-stuff I've been doing.







They're all as finished as I can make them for the moment - I need more fabric to do borders and backing. Right now, they're all about 24 inches square, which seems really small in comparison to the quilts I normally make. I don't feel like a 24-inch quilt would be at all helpful for anyone. I don't know if I can convince anyone to buy a 24-inch quilt.

If I can, though, woo-hoo! Now I need to figure out what I could realistically charge for such a piece ^_^

Tranquil Sunday

I have a batch of chili in the crockpot, apples and nectarines baking in the oven, and a plan for dinner. I'm curled up on the couch with my new notebook, fire crackling away in the fireplace (not because I'm cold but because I still have a ton of firewood left to burn before the fall arrives and I move back into the hotel), and things feel pretty good.

I had a chat with the parentals earlier, and I explained to them the situation at work, what I've been asked to do. I thought about it over the weekend, like Heather asked, and I talked to Kara and Matt (the Sam and Dan of the North), and I decided what I'm going to say. Hopefully, that will put an end to my drinking ^_^

It's nice not having to do anything. I haven't even put on real clothes yet - I've been lounging around in my PJs and hoodie (although the hoodie should probably go, as I sprayed it with soup while I was making lunch). The house is clean enough that I don't feel stressed out when I look around, and although I have a load of laundry I could throw into the machine, I don't feel any pressure about it.

Hooray for Sunday!

Baby, you can drive my car...

If by car I mean truck, and by you I mean me.

I woke up kind of late this morning, which isn't surprising since I didn't fall asleep until late. I puttered around the house, doing dishes, cleaning the fridge, and just generally trying to clean house. I pretended Mom was coming over for lunch, and I didn't want her to see the kind of disorganization I normally live in.

It worked pretty well - it was mostly my quilting stuff that had spread all over the floors. I got a handle on it, and did some trimming and pinning this evening.

In the afternoon, though, I went for a drive. I needed to get gas for my truck (and for my jerry cans), and decided I would take a spin to Carmacks. The store in Carmacks has a much better selection of vegetables than the Hardware store does here in Faro. (I know, Kara, I said I wasn't going to buy any more food, but when I was cleaning this morning I found some veggies in the fridge that had gone a little manky, so I needed to replace them.)

It was a very nice drive. Two hours there, with my satellite radio cutting in and out so that I wound up listening to a CD. I saw a few birds but nothing really big (I guess the North and I are still uncertain about each other), and I sang out loud as I whipped down the road.

By the time I did my mini grocery shop and filled up my tank and cans, I had spent almost an hour in Carmacks. I didn't want to stop at a restaurant because I didn't want to be still for any amount of time - I wanted to be back on the road. The radio was strong all the way home, and I sang and sang.

I like the Campbell Highway between Carmacks and Faro. I like being beside Little Salmon Lake, the way it's open and lovely with the mountain on the opposite side. The shadows of clouds pass over the still-icy surface of the lake and the sun lights up frozen wavelets.

I am glad that I went, and happy to be back. I am making food plans for the rest of the week, and I am confident that I will not be resorting to burgers in the near future ^_^

New sweet Notebook

So, my new computer arrived from Dell today, meaning I am not going to be without Internet for an entire weekend. Instead, I got to fight with it over lunch, trying to set up the wireless router, got to go back to work frustrated, and then I ignored it on my brief stop at home before going to dinner at Kara and Matt's.

At dinner, I drank several drinks, ate a delicious elk roast with carrots and sweet potatoes, and got to have ice cream with my beer for dessert. Seriously, it was the best dinner I've had, well, since the last time I was over there for dinner ^_^

And then I came home, and the problems the computer had been giving me at lunch were gone - it connected to the wireless router easily, and I have been downloading all the things I need to have to make it feel perfect.

Granted, the keyboard is a bit tinier than I am used to, so my hands are feeling a little cramped as I attempt to touch type, but other than that, I am happy as a clam.

My other computers were all Computrons (2000, 3000 or 3.0, and IV) but I have decided I am moving away from the name "Computron." This little thing is tiny, red, and awesome, and so it is named "Sweet Cherry Notebook."

I will probably just call it Cherry ^_^

Now, having come home and started a fire, I feel a sudden need for nachos. I'll be in the kitchen.

So, snow?

When I tucked my tipsy self in to bed last night (yes, I was drinking on a Thursday, we'll keep a close eye on that in future), the hillside behind my house was almost totally bare. All the snow was gone, and I could see dried grasses and rocks. I had a vision of what the hill might look like in summer.

This morning, when I stumbled my groggy morning self out of that same bed, the hill was covered in snow. You may have heard me crying out, "What?" or "Why?" or "The hell you say!" - I was not impressed.

It isn't a heavy snow, and there's not tons and tons of it, but it was just so surprising. It's the wet stuff, too, so my jeans are damp around the bottoms from walking out to the truck. And I had to brush snow off the truck - good thing I bought a brush/scraper at Canadian Tire.

Speaking of the truck, I have figured out that it is a strange height for me. It's not quite high enough for me to need to step on the rail, but if I try to get in without stepping on it, it is awkward. On the other hand, if I do step on the rail, I have to scrunch down to get into the seat. So it is all around strange.

But I love it! Don't get me wrong, I love it!

It's just strange.

Where is the boy who fetches my drinks?

Still not a 100% definite answer on the cautious optimism issue of yesterday, but perhaps 80%? If the corners of my mouth turn up a bit, is that out of line?

I just composed a two-page long email to Sean regarding his email from the weekend. It was nice to have someone to whom I could completely unload, about work, about life, about my continuing lack of love-life. I think I'm going to have get his phone number in Australia - it's been too long since I've heard his voice.

Yesterday's soup turned out a bit more like baby food than soup - turns out that when Mum said to use a blender, she meant use a blender. The hand mixer was not terribly effective - especially when it was spewing sweet potatoes and squash all over my kitchen and work clothes ^_^ Ah well, live and learn. 'Twas tasty, nonetheless.

Right, then. Back to work.

Cautious optimism is the watchword of the day

I got a phone call last night that could, hopefully, take care of one of my major stressors - namely, a keynote speaker for the Festival. I shan't say too much, lest I jinx it, but things may change this morning.

Made some cupcakes this morning for our last lunch with my boss, and I managed to throw the makings of soup into the crockpot. I did not have enough butternut squash, owing to a complete lack of understanding of: A) what squashes are like on the inside, and B) how quickly an unattended squash will start going rotten. Also, I did not have apple juice or apple cider vinegar. So I had to make some additions.

So it is a butternut squash, apple, and sweet potato soup. I used actual apples instead of juice, and threw in a sweet potato. I might try to sneak out for a few minutes later today and throw some carrots and cauliflower into the mix. It all gets blended up, anyway, and that would be a sneaky way to add more veggies to my diet.*

I can't believe it's only Wednesday - I feel like I have been going for days and days. I think I need to go to Carmacks this weekend, to get gas - I forgot to bring my jerry cans to WH when I picked up the truck, so I will need more fuel very soon, particularly if I am going to keep driving around town (getting super lazy).


*Note, I will not actually be fooled - it's not like I will forget that I put cauliflower in there ^_^

Booze is not the answer

But I could see it becoming the answer.

In the immortal words of my former housemate, Mads...

Thunderbirds...are GO!

I on the other hand, am a little less go, a little more why was it so cold in my room last night and why did I have to get out of bed once I finally got warm? My rainbow quilt was drying on the rack after I spilled a mug of tea on it, so all I had was the thin little comforter that came with my bedding set. I don't know if the temperature plummeted in the middle of the night, or if I am having reverse-hot-flashes, but around 1:00am I woke up because I was freezing. I had to grab my Original Quilt (the first one I ever made) from the living room and throw it on top of my comforter.

So this morning, I am a little cranky. I am really trying to rein it in, because I don't want to get the reputation of being that girl, the one who is always cranky and complain-y. I don't want people to think I am cracking under the extreme pressure of work (which I totally see myself doing somewhere down the road).

On the plus side, I'm wearing a skirt today!

Monday Morning, like a jolt to the system.

Sean has put ideas in my head again, and now I am trapped in a daydream.

Would it be bad if I went back? Could it possibly be as bad as I remember? With the old guard gone, could we change things to create a happy environment? Maybe Baa-chan will shuffle off this mortal coil and stop poisoning the place.

Curse you, Sean-sean. Curse you for making me dream about kaiten-zushi at Kamikitadai, and shopping at Diamond City, and walking down Daigaku-dori in Kunitachi on my way to dance class. I want to go to the Yuzawaya over Bic Camera in Tachikawa and buy lots of scraps of cheerful cotton.

I spent the weekend in bed or on my couch, sipping tea and ginger ale. I couldn't go to Carmacks for a training session, because I was ill, ill, ill. Headache and stomachache and nausea and all manner of foul things. All I could do was lie there, listening to movies and sleeping. Stress is a killer.



Okay. Less with the daydreamin', more with the working on the Festival...I still need to find a speaker.

Bring on the Sandra Bullock-fest

What a day.

I came back from WH yesterday, in my brand new truck, and I was doing my best to get through today. It was my boss's last day, and there was a potluck planned, and in typical high-school fashion, it was not good. And then there was an article in the news about our town that just made things worse.

Once again, I wonder why I came here. There are really good, nice people here, I just know it, but it is so hard to remember that on days like this.

I don't doubt that there are jerks at home - indeed, with a population almost the size of the entire Yukon, I'm sure Woodstock is full of them. But I didn't feel like I was constantly butting heads with people. Oh, apparently there's a rumour floating about town about moi - namely, I am actually an American, and I'm here without a work permit. Does this mean I'm being accepted?

So it's time for Sandra Bullock movies, a bottle of Wild Vines, and an early night.


On a tangent, I feel really bad for Sandra Bullock. Way worse than I normally feel when I hear celebrity gossip. Chin up, girl.

Blaming the Sky

So much of my life seems to centre around stress lately.

There is work-stress, which is the most predominant. Even when I'm not in the office, I am almost always thinking about it. I have a hard time sleeping because I start to think about what is going on in the office, and my brain whirls and whirls until I'm exhausted but unable to shut down.

There is money-stress, which I brought on myself by being hasty about moving out and by my rampant internet spending.

Then there's the unnamed stress that wells up inside my chest and cuts off my breathing. I worry about Collapsing Colony Disorder and what we will do if all the bees disappear. I worry about developing cancer. I worry that I am going to lose my sight and my teeth will fall out.

Worry, worry, worry.

This morning, as I walked to work, the valley was full of fog. The temperature dropped last night, and all the grasses at the side of the road looked as though they had been dipped in liquid nitrogen and returned to their original spots. I felt like if I were to wander on to the Golf Course, I would be swallowed up in the mist and wouldn't have to deal with all the hoo-ha waiting for me in the office.

I'm almost wishing the week would end now so I could start over again on Monday. Surely things will be easier next week.

Angry Bees

Today, on the whole, was the kind of day I like to refer to as an Angry Bees Day.

When I worked at the Gakuen, we weren't allowed to swear in front of the children - not an unreasonable request, really, but one that sometimes taxed a person's creativity when it came to expressing her true feelings. So we had to come up with words that could not be construed as being bad, but which got the meaning across to those in the know.

My favourite was funny turtles, after a story someone told me about having referred to someone in a very vulgar manner, not realizing there was a child present, and the child agreeing that, yes, so-and-so was a funny turtle. Sean and I used that expression all the time - it was our code for when the other teachers were passive-aggressively acting out against us.

Angry bees, on the other hand, means the kind of day where everything is wrong from the get-go, and every interaction you have with other people makes you want to cry with frustration. Knowing that you are being irrational doesn't help, either - it just makes you madder. I apologized several times over the course of the day to my coworkers, because I was adding to the stress level in the office but I couldn't seem to stop.

The upshot of this angry bees day is that I am staying at the office instead of going home, so that I can get the public packages printed up for the meeting tonight, and I can get some things done now that I am alone.


On the plus side, I was approved for financing, so I will definitely be picking up my truck this weekend ^_^

Freak OUT

There is no nice way to say this - I am freaking out. I wish the weekend had not ended, I wish I hadn't come back to find all the emails in my inbox. I wish I had pulled the covers over my head and pretended there was no outside world.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

I slept right on through

Apparently, if I had been paying more attention at 2:00 when I woke up, I might have noticed the Northern Lights dancing overhead. People saw them in Dawson and other spots, maybe they were over Faro.

Then again, maybe the Northern Lights are like the local wildlife - unwilling to show themselves to me because I am not sure about my future here. I did see another fox over the weekend, bringing my grand total to 3 foxes, 1 coyote, and an assortment of chickadees. Wooo!

I am dressed, I am almost functional, I have to start walking to work now.

Nooooo!

I don't want this weekend to be over. I don't want to go in to work early, and I don't want to stay late. Four days off were not enough!

I tried to make icebox cookies this afternoon, but miscalculated how much butter I had left. The result? Crumbs. Chocolate crumbs and vanilla crumbs. Mmmmmm.

On the quilting front, my afternoon was pleasant. Call me boring if you want, but I derived satisfaction from trimming blocks. These are going to be kinda nifty.

Man, I am pretty dull.

One is the loneliest number...

Well, my main hang-out crew has departed for Mayo for the week, leaving me blue. I hope they have a great time, though - I will just have to remember how to occupy myself.

I am thinking that a quick round of "Clean House" and some "Spring Decluttering" might be just the ticket. It's amazing how much stuff I have accumulated... particularly when you think of how little storage I have here.

I've also got some new projects on the go, quilt-wise. I haven't bought any new fabric - I'm using mostly scraps from the Rainbow Quilt (and the Mermaid Quilt), a stack of four fat quarters I bought last month when I went to WH with Kara, and a fifth fat quarter that Lucy gave me for looking after Oscar. The projects - baby quilts. I want them to be cute, but I don't want to get emotionally invested in them. Then perhaps I can try selling them.

Because I bought them before the fabric-buying-embargo, I don't need to have any guilt about them. I keep telling myself I am not allowed to buy more fabric until after the Crane & Sheep Festival, but with a new truck and insurance payments to think about, plus the new computer, it's beginning to look more like no fabric until September, which sucks.

On the other hand, the last pieces for the red quilt should be arriving shortly, so I can work on quilting that over the summer months, which should keep me occupied.

Oh dear, I think this is turning into a quilting blog.

To recover - I would like to buy the materials needed to build a coffee table when I go in to WH to pick up my truck. It would be nice to have a table I'm less worried about scratching or setting on fire than the one I am currently borrowing. I'm just concerned I am going to wind up with too much stuff to fit in my hotel room.

Okay, then. Clean House it is!

Busy day

After spending Thursday night in a cooler-fuzzed haze of Ashes to Ashes and a blazing fire, and spending Friday regretting the amount of alcohol consumed Thursday night but still drinking a bunch at Matt and Kara's that night, I woke up early this morning.

We were heading out to Little Salmon Lake, where a lady named Bernice was having a yard sale - I was told her husband passed away, and she has sold their house to a couple from Dawson City, and she was getting rid of a ton of stuff. The Went crew picked me up and we drove 45 minutes out to LSL. The sale officially started at 10, according to the ad in the local paper, but people obviously had been there longer than that.

We poked and puttered around - I really wanted an axe or hatchet, so I could chop up some wood and ensure I have kindling, but alas, there was none. I did pick up a couple of jerry cans which is awesome because I have set the wheels in motion for me to pick up a truck in Whitehorse next weekend.

The real find was in the basement, though - I picked up some power tools - namely a Ryobi starter kit containing a drill, a saw, and some batteries. I threw in a box of drill/screw bits, a ratchet set (an old-time favourite, dating back to my time in Ottawa), and a hammer, and I felt ready to conquer the world. (Or at least ready to build my own coffee table.)

When we got back in to Faro, I called up this girl who has a trailer for sale in town and asked if I could come over and see it at some point. Michel had suggested it as an option, and told me to keep an open mind. I borrowed Matt as my "honourary manfolk," and we went over there after a delicious Easter dinner (thanks, Kara!).

I kept my mind open, but have ultimately decided that I'm going to stick with my original plan of moving back to the hotel for the winter. The trailer would require more work than I have time to put into it, and more money than I have to throw around. There is someone else interested in it, and I am going to call the girl up tomorrow and let her know that she can go ahead and tell him OK. I'm going back to the hotel where I can have my own furniture and the satellite TV is included ^_^

All in all, a very good day.

Hurray for the Mayor!

I have been loaned a laptop by our illustrious mayor, so I can share my drunken evening with the world. Hooray!

An evening with wine, pizza, and Gene Hunt...are you ready, Internetz?

P'raps tomorrow I will ask to borrow Matt's axe, and chop some kindling. Or I'll lie on the couch all day - either way, hooray!

Tired and wrung out

This has been a very draining week.

I am swinging through moods like Tarzan after a night of heavy drinking (namely, I am falling a lot), and I am sooooo glad the next four days belong to me and me alone. If everything goes according to plan, by 10pm tonight I should be passed out on my couch after drinking a bottle of fruity wine and eating a pizza. Sweet!

I ordered a new computer today, so in the near future I should be able to be in touch with the outside world more often. Next on the list? Order my truck, maybe buy a mobile home. Perhaps a gun rack? ("A gun rack? I don't even own a gun, let alone many guns, which would necessitate an entire rack. What am I gonna do with a gun rack?")

Wahhhh.