How I pushed myself into hell

It's not every day that I wish I could restart from the moment my feet hit the floor.  Today, July 20th 2018, started at midnight by my deciding to watch a movie that I knew was going to end sometime around 3:30 am.  It was The Candidate with Robert Redford.

I didn't know that at 3:00 a.m. my connection to Netflix is cut off for a while so that things Netflix and other services are totally up-to-date by 3:08.  This meant that I missed the end of the movie and had to go to IMDB  to find out if Robert Redford became a senator.  By then I didn't much care but it seemed the appropriate thing to do.

I slept in a bit this morning but that was not a bad thing in itself.  It's just that any longer and the plastic container underneath the kitchen sink would have leaked all over the under-the-sink shelves and all the weird and possibly useless things we keep there.

Why was water leaking?  I fear that it might have been because I had used the sink to clean earth off the succulent plants that I intended to make more attractive by moving to a big beautiful copper bowl I'd half-filled with new stones I'd bought (I know, I should have searched for them near the house).

No matter what caused it, water makings its way to the shelves under the sink is not a good thing.

I wonder what I'm going to be able to eat for lunch....I've blocked off my cupboards but luckily I seem to have lost my appetite.

And this is what the copper bowl looks like now.

Bluesfest Past

Today, I just happened to catch something on YouTube that has been haunting me in a strange way.  I hadn't been able to remember either the single artist or the group she was singing with, but I have often had wisps of this music floating in my brain as I wake up.  I had heard the Pentatonics, and been charmed and excited to learn how much work they have put out, and I had been lucky enough to see the single artist, Lindsey Stirling at Bluesfest a while ago.  Not really seen her, because I was watching from my patio, which allows you to hear Bluesfest but is not close enough or high enough to even bother trying to enhance your enjoyment by sighting the artist.

I want to thank my neighbour Gil for his hint that the girl with the violin would be worth being out on the patio.

Do give yourself an amazing experience.

OMG, what a day!

Lorna in the midst of self-pedicuting.

This morning I woke early, did all my regular things and found myself incredibly bored at 9:30.  I read for a while, but the autobiography I was reading just made "boring" more and more real in my life, so naturally I was drawn to apply nail polish to my toes.

You'll notice how professionally I got into it.  Some years ago, I bought a set of keep-your-toes-apart things, and at least once a year, not usually on Dave's birthday, (but that's another story) I pull out the Chinese box in which I keep my manicure-pedicure stuff and go for the works.

Today, I grabbed a pinkish colour and got started.  I hated the pink.  I had some turquoise polish I'd bought when turquoise was Robyn's favourite colour, but lo! right beside that was cobalt blue.  Many many things in my house are cobalt blue, so it seemed right to make that choice.

I have arthritic fingers, which is the reason, I'm sure, that I was well into my 3rd application before I got to "OK as long as I can take it off before I go into a real Mani-Pedi place",  something I often do while Dave is away, which he will be starting tomorrow.

Given that I haven't written a blog for a while, it seemed like a 2-step to beating my boredom.

The "another story" I referred to is that although today is Dave's birthday, he preferred not to celebrate it as he has one of those something-zero birthdays next year and he wants us to treat that one with joy, family and friends and good food.  So when we're at dinner at Emily's place later today, we'll have to go quietly about the joy but the good food will be there anyway.  And even though we'll keep it a relatively quiet celebration, I'm still, as always on Dave's birthday, so glad he was born.