Voting During Plague Times

17 Oct

I live in BC and a snap election was called, that is an election that was called earlier than the normally scheduled one. Basically, it is when someone gets all “hmm, if I call for an election right now I have better odds of winning than if I waited for the normal election date, so let’s giver a go!”. Or in other words, it is someone calling an election not because it is for the good of the people they are supposed to be representing but because it is beneficial to them.

Can you tell I am not impressed with snap elections? 😉

It isn’t voting day yet, but we can vote early at a variety of locations and I figured better to go early than wait for the day. I keep hearing stories of long lines, it taking ages, stuff like that, and I thought better to go to an early voting site and risk losing a bunch of time on my day off than trying to squeeze it in on a day I work and not being able to make it.

Voting was the top of my list of errands to do today, assuming it would take a long time I had my ear buds so I could listen to music in line, a protein bar if I got hungry, and a diet coke to quench potential thirst. I was ready! And it was all unnecessary.

The only people at the site when I got there were the people working. The whole thing took maybe 4 minutes and 2 of those minutes were walking to the correct door since they had made the doors one direction and I parked nearer the exit than the entrance.

The guy who greeted me at the door had gloves, mask, and face shield on, he let me know which table to go to. The person at the table (at all the tables) was wearing a mask and gloves, and was sitting behind plexiglass.

The barcode on my voting card was scanned through the plexiglass and I had to hold my license up to the plexiglass so he could get a good look at it. Then he handed my ballot to me by sticking one hand around the edge of the plexiglass and directed me to the little cardboard wall deal that you stand behind to vote. So I voted, went back to the guy, and he had me tear the top off my ballot. The top went in to an envelope that was attached to the front of the plexiglass, it was quite full which makes me believe others are early voting also and I just happened to arrive in a quiet moment. Then I put my ballot in the box, was shown where to put my voting card for recycling and that was it. I had voted.

On the way out a person opened the door for me so I didn’t have to touch it and there was hand sanitizer by the door, which I appreciated since I had touched a pen who knows how many other people had touched.

Also, turns out the one way door system worked out to be a good thing cause the exit led directly to the parking lot and if there had been a long line and I was tired after finishing a grueling experience to vote I would have been glad to exit right where my car was.

The whole thing made barely a dent in my day, which was an unexpected perk as I was planning to stay there as long as was needed. Makes me feel bad for people going to vote in unsafe conditions though, long lines that aren’t socially distanced, high levels of sick or potentially sick people, no masks…having to be in line under those conditions would be scary, and unsafe.

I know my voting experience won’t be what everyone has, you may go on a day that is busier than today, or you may go to a smaller location so people can be less spaced out, or maybe other voters who are there at the same time as you don’t wear masks or use sanitizer, it is all up to chance what the voting location you go to will be like, I hope it is like how mine was, clean, quiet, and fast, but even if it isn’t, even if you have to stand in a long line, or be the person taking a step back because someone else isn’t distancing properly, I hope you still vote.

Your voice is important and deserves a chance to be heard.

My Broken Toilet: Part 3

7 Oct

Will Part 3 also be The End? You’ll have to read to the end to find out!…or scroll down and cheat by reading the last little bit but just know I silently judge people who do that. 😉

For the third day in a row I went to Canadian Tire after work to buy a part for my toilet. Lucky for me they refunded two of the flappers I had bought, I mean, I knew they’d refund the unopened one but I thought I might get some hassle over the opened one. Then off to the plumbing repair aisle, which I now can find with my eyes closed. Can’t find anything else in that store but who needs anything else when you have the fascinating plumbing aisle to peruse?

Just like with the flappers there are a lot of choices for the handle mechanism. Some are obviously different styles but most are fairly similar. I remembered to bring my broken handle, it was in a Ziploc bag, so finding the identical one should be a breeze, right?

Kinda…I guess. I had been hoping to find one that looked the exact same but that didn’t happen. Instead I found one with a similar look to the hidden parts of the mechanism but the handle was a completely different colour to my toilet and I’m sorry but no, just…no. The handle I used to have was silver (in look, it was actually plastic I think), my toilet is some weird cream type colour, and the handle I picked up was shockingly white. I couldn’t bring myself to put a white handle on a cream coloured toilet, it would look weird.

After some hunting I found one that instead of a plastic arm for the inside of the tank it had a metal arm, but it was the same length and width as the broken one, and connected to a silver handle. Also, the nut and bolt part seemed to be a close size match to the broken one.

It seemed promising so I decided that was my new toilet handle. I took the fastest route from the plumbing section to the cashier, because I know what that route is now, and headed home.

Once home I glanced at the instructions, I mean, how hard can it be to replace the handle of a toilet, and got to work. After a little meneuvering I got the handle mechanism in place, attached the chain for the flapper, gave it a test flush, tweaked the tightness of the handle, tested again, mentally patted myself on the back for now having a working toilet (it had to be a mental pat, no way was I touching anything until I’d washed my hands!), put the lid of the tank on, washed up, and walked away from the toilet.

Three evenings spent working on this project and it was finally done! And done because I’d fixed it, not because I called my landlord and had him come in to fix it. 🙂

Hours later when going to wash up I discovered a little hiccup…it wouldn’t flush. Something was wrong with the handle when I pushed it, it wasn’t moving properly. Confused, I took off the tank lid and tested the handle and everything worked fine. However, it worked because the tank lid was off and the inside arm part of the handle mechanism needed more height than the tank lid allowed to be able to lift the flapper.

What madness is this? Seriously?! My irritation drove me to fiddle with things instead of assume I had to take the handle back and buy a new one. In all the ways it mattered this handle is the same as the broken one, this has to work! And what do you know, perseverance paid off and with a bit of tweaking I got it working. Turns out I had to angle the arm piece to aim lower down than I had when I initially put it in so it had room to move.

Then, and only then, did I decide it really, officially, for certain, was fixed.

Thank the universe this project is done and I get my evenings back to deal with the oh so important tasks of watching Netflix, and YouTube, and pretending I am going to exercise but then not exercise for some made up but almost legit sounding reason…oh, and of course cuddling the cat. I think he’ll be almost as happy as I am I won’t be coming home from work to spend time in the bathroom working on the toilet.

My Broken Toilet: Part 2

6 Oct

Remember in Part 1 of “My Broken Toilet” series how at the end of the post I said I hoped Part 2 would also be “The End”? Well…it isn’t…so brace yourself for a Part 3 tomorrow.

After work today I went to Canadian Tire, again, to look at toilet plumbing repair stuff, again. Apparently this is what I do after work now for fun.

I found the identical flapper to the one I bought then started comparing the length and width of the arms on the flapper to other flappers, hoping to be able to find one slightly larger than the universal one I bought. My best guess for fixing the problem was a different flapper that could properly seal when closed. Well, that and the whole clean the inside of the tank with vinegar thing, but we’ll get to that.

The flappers are all in little plastic bags that are only see through in a small area near the bottom and the bags can’t be opened until bought so I was basically standing in the aisle, trying to maneuver flappers around inside their packaging until I could see the section I want, then try to get the same sections of two flappers that are inside two bags as close to each other as possible for comparison. It didn’t do much to help me with my decision. In the end I bought two and hoped one of them would work and that maybe I’d be able to return the other.

Once home I decided to clean the tank first so I poured the vinegar in the tank, making sure to pour it down the sides of the tank and then being the impatient soul that I am I immediately started scrubbing instead of waiting for the half hour the YouTube video said I should wait. In my defense, the tank can’t hold liquid, it has a leak, so I can’t leave the vinegar in there to soak, it’ll just leak out in to the bowl. Also, I didn’t want to be spending my whole night working on the toilet.

The vinegar did a pretty decent job. Makes me think if I had been able to let it soak in there it would have gotten the really stubborn parts clean also. Don’t get me wrong, it isn’t shiny and new looking but it also isn’t as disgusting looking as it was prior to the vinegar wash. Or maybe I’m just getting used to the inside of a toilet tank…

After finishing the cleaning I removed the new but not sealing properly flapper and tried comparing that one to the ones in the packages, to see which of the new ones was a bit larger than the one I was holding. I started to wonder if I could get the old one that broke to fit again, after all the rubber chain on that one broke at the end, maybe I could just use it with the rubber chain part being a bit shorter. While trying to force the end of the rubber chain thing through the hole on the part of the handle mechanism that is inside the tank the handle mechanism snapped off…

Yes, you read that right. While trying to fix the flapper I broke the handle mechanism.

I just kinda stared at the piece that had broken off in to my hand, and did that stupid move where I held it to the part it broke off of like that would magically make them reattach.

Deciding I can only deal with one thing at a time I went back to the flapper problem. Eventually I just picked one since this whole comparing while they are in the bag thing was really getting me nowhere and lo and behold, my first bit of luck with this project happened, the new flapper sealed, the tank was holding water, and there were no ripples in the bowl.

A toilet miracle!

So now I have a working flapper with nothing to attach the chain to because oh yeah, I broke that piece off.

I have dismantled the entire handle mechanism and put it in a plastic bag to take with me when I go to Canadian Tire tomorrow after work so I have a hopefully better than slim chance of buying a handle that will fit so I won’t be going back a fourth time.

Though at this point I’m becoming a regular there, I might feel lost if I have a day this week where I don’t have to make a trip there after work. I mean, what did I do with all my time in the evenings when I wasn’t trying to fix a toilet? It’s been so long since this project started I just can’t quite recall…oh the fading memories!

Too dramatic? Yeah, ok, too dramatic. 😉

My Broken Toilet: Part 1

5 Oct

No blog post that is titled “My Broken Toilet” should be more than one part and yet, here I am.

Last night as I was getting ready for bed I used the toilet, shocking I know. I pushed on the handle and felt a teeny tiny jolt come through, like that of something snapping. And then the toilet did nothing, as in it didn’t flush. I thought what some of you are probably thinking, the chain slipped, no biggy.

I opened the tank for the first time since living in this apartment and discovered that the flapper (that is the part that lifts up when you push on the handle, and then lowers again to stop water flowing so the tank fills) didn’t have a chain like every other toilet out there. Nope, this one has to be different *rolls eyes*. This one is like an all-in-one, the flapper, which is rubber, had a snake like piece of rubber attached to it that came up and hooked on to the same spot a chain would.

So I guess it is just like a chain, only rubber, and not as easily fixed. I tried to get the end of the rubber “chain” thing back through the hole on the plastic piece it attaches to so moving the handle would once again flush the toilet but nope, not happening. I ended up leaning the rubber “chain” against that floating ball thing that is part of the rig that stops the water when the tank is filled so hopefully the next morning I wouldn’t have to submerge my hand in to a tank of cold water just so I could flush.

Glamorous life I lead isn’t it? 😉

After work today I went to Canadian Tire, (side note, I always forget what a wide selection of items Canadian Tire sells, you could wander those aisles for ages if you had the time). Okay, back on topic! Went to Canadian Tire and bought a new flapper. I couldn’t get one labelled for a specific toilet because I have no idea what the name of my toilet is, is generic an option? They had a flapper that was labelled universal and looked like what I thought mine looked like. To be honest I hadn’t looked that closely at it, I just assumed there was only one type, who knew there were so many to choose from? Do we really need to be spoiled for choice in all things? Eesh.

One instructional YouTube video later the universal flapper and I went in to the bathroom. First step was sweeping around the toilet, I was worried I might mess up horribly and have water rushing over the edges of the toilet somehow and thought it wise to have the water go onto a clean floor, cause ya know, logic. In the process I discovered two spiders, which means I also killed two spiders. Who knew they liked chilling near toilets? The little weirdos.

After I turned off the water I drained the tank as much as it would drain and discovered the inside of my toilet tank is disgusting. I know I know, it is clean water, it is fine, but it is still disgusting. Minerals and I dunno what else builds up over time and it is gross. I popped off the flapper from where it hooks on, modified the universal one as per instructions on the package to make it fit like the one I was replacing, attached it to the hooks, attached the chain (a real chain this time, not some weird rubber snake thing), and was oh so proud that I just performed a household maintenance type chore.

Don’t get happy for me, that pride went away pretty damn fast.

I turned the water back on and waited for the tank to fill so I could do a test flush and confirm it worked perfectly. Well, uh yeah, all I could confirm is that there was a leak because (1) the tank never filled and (2) in the toilet bowl there were ripples, which YouTube taught me means there is a leak coming from the tank in to the bowl.

I tried wiggling the new flapper around a bit, help it get a better seal, and discovered that if I was willing to leave my hand submerged in the tank so I could apply pressure to the flapper then the leak would stop. Since that is not a life choice I am willing to make I tried to figure out other ways to fix it…which meant I pushed on it a bit more, turned the water off, put the tank lid back on, scrubbed my hands and arms, and went to ruminate on what to do. Oh, and by ruminate I mean I made tea, got a snack, and watched something on my computer for a bit.

Eventually I went back to YouTube and started searching for more help and was given the tips of (1) apply vaseline or lube to the underneath rim of the flapper to give it a better seal when closed or (2) clean the flapper and the edge of the part it closes onto to give it a better seal. I then started googling how to clean the inside of a toilet tank because I was starting to think I was going to have to get my landlord to help and I’m embarrassed for anyone to see something in my apartment be that gross.

Turns out you are supposed to drain the water from your toilet tank, fill the tank with vinegar, let it sit for hours, then flush, twice a year to keep it clean. Am I the only one who didn’t know this?! I swear, when you turn legal age wherever you live you should be handed a book with all this adulting stuff in it so when you’re trying to figure out why your toilet is having issues you can flip to the toilet section and see that oh yeah, you’re a dumbass who hasn’t been cleaning the inside of the tank on schedule and you need to up your adulting game.

You know that meme about not growing up because it is a trap? Never has a meme been so right.

Lucky for me I had the type of sponge the one video said to use for the cleaning of the edges, so I scrubbed. I also applied vaseline because I was desperate.

Nothing. The tank gets almost but not quite full, the water is rippling in the bowl still, and there is water oh so slowly constantly running because the toilet is trying to fill the tank but is unable to.

All this means I have turned off the water, I can’t stand the thought of wasting it, and will turn it back on whenever I need to use the toilet…guess whose gonna be skipping drinks for the next little while and getting a tad dehydrated? This girl!

Tomorrow after work I will buy a large container of vinegar, since apparently that is what those are for, seriously how did I not know this? I’ll try cleaning the entire inside of the tank, see if that helps the flapper to seal properly. I will also pop by Canadian Tire again to see if there is anything in the toiler flapper section that looks like it might help this situation.

I’m really hoping Part 2 of My Broken Toilet saga is also The End! *crosses fingers*

Plague Time Dentist Visit

26 Sep

I go around thinking I’ve got this new way of living figured out and can’t be phased by things any longer then something happens and it makes me realize all over again just how much things have changed. Does that happen to you?

Yesterday I had a dental appointment, nothing major, just my regular cleaning. It was cancelled when most everything was shut down and they eventually got around to rescheduling me. I wasn’t upset they took this long to get to me and would have been fine if they took a tad longer, though I’m glad to have gone before the second wave hits.

They phoned me two days prior to my appointment and went through the questions you would come across on a disclosure statement, making sure I had no symptoms, hadn’t been in certain areas, or traveled, or been near people who had tested positive. I fill out a similar form every day for work so not a big deal.

I got to the office and of course there were plexi glass barriers all around the reception area, they were definitely in a little bubble. They were also masked and gloved. Its interesting trying to talk with someone through my mask, and the plexi glass, and then hear them through their mask and the plexi glass. We all need to learn sign language.

I was asked to come around to a side area, I was still separated from them by the plexi glass and was told I had to use the hand sanitizer, which of course I did. Next they took my temperature by putting one arm around the plexi glass to aim the thermometer at my forehead. Then they handed me a form and a pen and asked me to answer all the questions on the form. It was basically the written version of the disclaimer I had answered over the phone two days prior.

After all of that I was allowed to sit down, in one of two chairs that were spaced far apart from each other. It felt very much like a “sit there, don’t touch anything, don’t move” type of thing.

Once my hygienist came and got me I was taken to the little area where the evil dental work is done and shown a hook I could hang my purse and jacket on. Next step was washing my hands with a hand soap you usually only see in doctor’s offices, there was a foot pedal to get the water running so I wouldn’t have to touch the tap. Or rather, so I wouldn’t touch the tap and then they would have to sanitize it lol

I thought that was it but nope. There was a pre-measured portion of mouth wash I had to swish in my mouth while the hygenist timed me. She said it is strong, I can’t remember what she said was in it, but it is known to kill, I dunno, everything? Basically, swish it around and it helps lower the chance of my exhales spreading Covid if I happen to have it and not know.

So I used a hand sanitizer, then a strong hand soap, then something super strong as mouth wash. Nice and shiny clean at this point!

The check-up and cleaning for the most part were normal except there are certain things they don’t do now unless absolutely medically completely and totally necessary, because they are considered an unneeded risk. This means there was no teeth polishing, which is sorta the point of the twice yearly cleaning is it not? Oh, and there was something else she mentioned that doesn’t get done now but I can’t remember what.

You still have them poke around and scrape your teeth and gums with the pointy metal tools though, that didn’t go away.

I think the biggest thing that shocked me was what my dentist was wearing. He always used to wear business pants, a button up long sleeved shirt, and a tie. This time he was in scrubs. I know it seems silly that is the thing that stuck with me the most but it is. I’m assuming he wears the scrubs now so his own clothes don’t potentially get exposed to Covid, the man has quite the wardrobe, makes sense he’d want to protect it, but it was still weird seeing him dressed like that. Wasn’t at all upset at getting to see his biceps though… 😉

So there ya have it, if you go to the dentist during Covid plague times you may not get some procedures done, you may have a few more sanitizing steps to go through before anyone will touch you, and you may see more of your dentist’s biceps. You can decide how you feel about all of that. 😀

Are You Up For A Challenge?

21 Sep

I organized a 30 Day Squat challenge at work a couple months ago and it ended up going great! A lot of people joined in, you’d find groups of staff and managers randomly squatting together, the residents thought it was hilarious and would count along with us, all in all, a success.

Everyone agreed they’d like another challenge but picking one ended up being the new challenge. A squat challenge is great because you can squat basically anywhere and you don’t have to touch anything. All the other challenges I thought of involved being on the ground ; ab challenge, plank challenge, push up challenge, and nobody was going to want to do those at work. Lay on the ground mid-shift? Uh, no thanks!

So instead of using a pre-existing challenge from the internet, like I usually do, I made up my own. It has a lot more flexibility than most of the 30 day fitness challenges out there, but that’s why I like it, it makes it more likely people will be willing to try.

What brought on this new challenge? Many people at work, myself included, keep talking about wanting to get back in to a workout routine but it just isn’t happening. There isn’t enough internal motivation to get you to follow through with the workout you planned when you’re exhausted by the end of your shift. Or there are errands that need to be run, or dinner to make for the family (that one doesn’t apply to me obviously lol), or ya know, just life stuff to contend with.

So the workout gets pushed back, thinking you’ll go tomorrow instead of today, or you’ll do something after dinner instead of before, or whatever lie you tell yourself to let you off the hook for the workout you were supposed to do that day.

This challenge isn’t about one specific fitness move, or one specific type of workout, this challenge is about working out in general.

The rules are simple!

(1) Set a goal for how often you want to workout over the next 30 days, you can calculate based on how many workouts per week, or for the span of the month, whatever works best for you.

(2) Write the goal on the tracker that is on the wall beside everybody else’s tracker, so we all know what each other is aiming for.

(3) A workout consists of any activity you classify as a workout as long as it is 30 minutes or longer. What are some examples? Yoga, gym session, dance party with the kids, walking, exercise dvd, running the stairs at work multiple times throughout the day, or anything else that gets your body moving and you feel is a workout.

(4) Track every time you workout on your tracker over the 30 days. Encourage your friends, have fun, share your workout tips, invite a friend to join you in the gym, or the dance party, or in whatever activity you are doing.

That is basically it. The whole challenge is based around getting us moving more over the next 30 days. Helping to encourage our flagging motivation and willpower to kick in and remind us why we feel better when we move more.

I thought I’d open the challenge up to you! I don’t have a tracker for you, but it is easy enough to make your own. I know you won’t have my work peeps to encourage you to keep going, but I’ll encourage you, and you can include your friends and family that you see in person so you can all encourage each other.

Why not, over the next 30 days, get a little more active, try a new type of workout, maybe even start to build the habit of moving more, so that eventually we don’t need a challenge to get our butts moving, instead we move because we want to. Wouldn’t that be an amazing reward to ourselves at the end of the 30 days?

Even cats know some movement is good! Be like a cat!

Annoyed By Consciousness

20 Sep

I find that if I don’t have somewhere I absolutely have to be on a Friday I sleep in, and it is glorious. I actually try to give myself one day a week where I don’t check my messages, or email, or go on social media, and I just sleep in and be lazy all day. Having that day off from the world helps me function better during the other 6 days of the week. However, sometimes I take that day of rest a tad too far.

This past Friday I slept in, to be fair I didn’t go to bed until around 4am, but still, I slept in. When I woke and saw it was around 1pm I briefly thought I should get up, but I was so incredibly exhausted I rolled over and went back to sleep. The cat, who was sleeping on the bed, also rolled over and went back to sleep. We are in sync like that lol.

The next time I woke up dusk was approaching. Yes, you read that right, I slept through all the daylight hours. It was about 4:45pm, dusk comes early now.

Even though I still felt tired I figured I should probably get up, sigh. As I got up so did the cat, though he didn’t look impressed to be awake. We went to the kitchen, I got Striker food and water, turned on the kettle, went to the washroom, and when I got out of the washroom Striker was sitting waiting for me. As soon as he saw me he meowed then walked in to the bedroom. I followed him of course, I am nothing if not well trained.

What does Striker do when he gets in to the bedroom? Jumps on the bed, lays down, and looks ready to go back to sleep!

Not gonna lie, I wanted to curl up with him for a cuddle but felt that if I did that I’d never end up getting dressed and being upright for any decent length of time that day. So I told him no, I had to stay up and get dressed. He looked completely unimpressed by my getting dressed instead of laying back down. But then again, he often looks unimpressed by things I do.

I went back to the kitchen, made tea and a bite to eat, then settled on the living room chair. Striker came out of the bedroom gave me a dirty look, then jumped on my lap, stretched out, and went back to sleep.

Apparently sleep was the only acceptable activity he approved of for the day and I ruined things by waking up and getting up.

I guess I’m not that well trained after all.

He spent the rest of the day, or should I say evening and night, randomly waking up to glare at me before rolling back over to sleep.

Normally I would wonder what the hell I was doing sleeping an entire day away but these are not normal times and I figure if after a long week at work with a lot of emotional ups and downs my body decides it wants to deal with that by being unconscious for a long time, well, I’m gonna let it. Sometimes we heal by activity, or by motion, or by being with others, and other times we heal by having solitude, and sleep, and giving ourselves permission to not be productive for a while. You do what you need to do, I will do what I need to do, and lets have the only ones judging us be our pets, we know they are doing it anyways! 😉

Blep!
Pretending he didn’t blep.

Pandemic Diet Tip

16 Sep

I was out walking on a trail near where I live the other day and started contemplating what I was going to have for dinner. My options were something from my kitchen, that I had already paid for and was the logical choice, or once off the trail head over to where there are a bunch of restaurants and pick something up.

Because buying food when I already have food at home is the less brilliant choice I of course went with that one. *rolls eyes*

However, as I was leaving the trail and getting back in to the neighbourhood I started thinking about the logistics of going to buy something.

First, do I have money, or something I can tap?

Second, has my face gone so bright red from working out I look like I may pass out?

Third, where do I want to go?

Four, am I forgetting anything?

My answers started off just fine. I had my phone which I could tap to pay. I took a look using my camera and my face wasn’t so incredibly red I didn’t want to be seen in public. I still had walking time to choose between my food options.

And then it hit me…my mask. Because I had gone out to a trail that is not overly populated, was not going to be gasping for breath thanks to my decision to not run during the poor air quality day that it was, and I was intending to go home soon as I was done, I had not taken my mask.

Well crap.

I take my mask everywhere. I choose to not go in to stores if I don’t have my mask on, whether or not the store has a sign about needing to wear a mask in order to enter or not. And there I was, without my mask.

Now maybe, maaaaaybe, I might’ve gone in somewhere without my mask on if I got there and nobody else was inside but! you never know which stores will have a sign up saying a mask is mandatory and I am just that lazy that I am not going to risk walking all the way to where the restaurants are and then not be allowed in because my mask was at home.

So there you have it, my first diet tip of the pandemic, forget your mask so you can’t follow the impulse to buy dinner instead of going home and making something healthier…that you already paid for…really, it is a bit of a financial tip also if you think about it lol.

Covid Dreams

20 Aug

Have your dreams changed since the pandemic began? My dreams are apparently a bit unique in that they are usually a coherent story, it is like watching a movie while sleeping. I actually really enjoy remembering my dreams because of the entertainment factor. I mean, don’t get me wrong, it sucks when the dream is overwhelmingly sad or scary, but for the most part they are entertaining. Its like even in sleep my brain doesn’t want to be bored lol

So here I am, getting through the pandemic, doing my thing, and then one night my brain incorporated this new way of living into my dream. The procedures we have all been adopting over the past months have taken a deep enough root in my brain that even sub consciously I want to follow them.

I find this fascinating.

The dream! In the way of dreams it seemed logical and made sense while I was dreaming it but upon waking it doesn’t quite make as much sense as it felt like it did in the moment.

I was with a friend walking through a building, we had been shopping and had some bags in our hands, it was the end of the day and we were looking for the door we needed to exit to find our ride. We came across a large empty room, think hotel ballroom type of place, where the chairs are all pushed to the side and are comfy enough for a ten minute sit but after that you start shifting because your butt hurts from lack of a decent cushion. There was a stage at one end, not massive, the size you might have at a convention, so those speaking are higher than the crowd and visible by all.

My friend and I decide to sit down for a couple minutes cause our feet hurt, and then continue looking for our door. As we are sitting people start coming in the room, they start uncoiling wires, setting up equipment, getting the stage ready for something. They didn’t ask us to leave and we found watching them interesting so we stayed. We figured somebody would eventually say we had to get out since they were obviously prepping for an event of some kind and we would leave then.

Crowds of people started to stream in and before we knew it there was a group large enough to fill the room, all standing, facing the stage. They were all in a good mood, obviously anticipating something fun. My friend and I were debating trying to fight our way through the crowd to get to the door, which was on the other side of the room, but by this point we were curious who was going to be on the stage and nobody had kicked us out so we were inclined to stay.

A band came on stage, I wish I could remember which band it was, I just remember in the dream being psyched because it is a band I love and I couldn’t believe I was going to get to watch them in this impromptu concert. We decide to stand and join the crowd and as soon as we did I realized how many people were in the crowd, and how none of them were wearing masks, or distancing, and how it was impossible to distance in that room, and there was zero ventilation, and it was basically a space I wouldn’t have thought twice about being in back in January but now horrifies me. I was overwhelmed with the need to get out.

I kept thinking that if my work finds out I’m here I’ll be put in to self isolation for 2 weeks without pay and who can afford that? I also kept thinking this is going to be the next place an outbreak is linked to and I wanted nothing to do with that nonsense.

The rest of the dream is a bit fuzzy. I woke up with a jumble of emotions and thoughts that stayed with me while I contemplated the dream. I don’t buy in to the idea that dreams mean something or are trying to tell me something, but I do think they can open your mind to seeing something from a different angle, or at least give you something to think about for a bit.

So far that is the only dream I have had that incorporated things from my covid lifestyle in to it. Not gonna lie, I wouldn’t mind if my self distancing, mask wearing, hand sanitizing, no traveling, lifestyle kept itself out of my dreams for a while longer. I mean c’mon, a break from reality, especially such a quickly changed reality, can’t be a bad thing, right?

Revelstoke, BC

7 Aug

Lauren and I went away for 3 nights, 4 days, to Revelstoke, BC. For those of you who don’t know, (and I don’t judge if you don’t know because I didn’t!) that is in the BC interior, about a 6 hour drive from Vancouver.

It was great to get away from the normal day-to-day, though a bit odd to be travelling while there is a pandemic going on.

The trip was designed so we could have minimal contact with other humans. We just wanted to drink, and hike, and drink, and throw axes, and drink, and shop. Ya know, standard summer stuff lol

We didn’t get to do everything we wanted to, but we had fun and that’s what matters. Oh, and we didn’t melt, though it sure felt like we would, that also matters! Trust us to pick 4 incredibly hot days to travel and plan all outdoor activities for.

I attempted to edit the pics into a video, instead of showing a slideshow on here like I always do. Here’s hoping it turned out!

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