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Archive | August, 2017

Long Lost Books

17 Aug

I am packing, slowly, though not as slowly as before, because I have to move.

Moving isn’t my choice, though it is something I have wanted to do for a while now. I live in a basement suite that is cold, has low ceilings and almost no natural light, has no storage space, and had to be fumigated twice because of a biting spider infestation, and sometimes the hall outside my front door reeks because a rodent has gotten in to the wall and died and the landlord won’t do anything but make me wait for the smell of decomposing animal to fade away.

Real winner of a place!

There are a couple good things about it though. The landlords are good people, they let me have my cat, rent is cheap, it is in a good location for all the various places I have to be on a regular basis. Mostly though, I stayed because rent is cheap and I live in a ridiculously over priced city when it comes to real estate.

The landlords are selling the house though, so I’ve gotta go. There is the chance whomever buys the house will want a tenant, but I can’t rely on that, so I’ve been apartment hunting for freakin’ ever!

I realized I totally got off topic…oops!

Packing! I have been packing. I own a lot of books, as in…a lot! So a good chunk of the boxes piled in my living room right now are books.

Books make me so happy. I just love reading, shrug, there is something about curling up on the living room chair with a cup of tea and a book. I am also that person who re-reads books often. Which is why I own so many of them I suppose. I feel that if a book is good then it deserves to be re-read, and if it is good, I will want to re-read it, not because I don’t remember what happened in the story but because it is like visiting with an old friend. Going over familiar ground, getting wrapped up in a story that sure I already know, but is well written and entertaining all the same.

While packing I realized there were some books I hadn’t come across yet and I wondered where they were. Most of my books were in bookshelves but I had some in storage containers, and some stacked beside my bed waiting to read, and some here and there because I don’t have enough space on my bookshelves to hold them all so I strategically plant books all over the place so there is always one at hand.

Imagine my surprise when I pull the photo albums off a bottom shelf to pack and I found a stash of paperback books, hidden behind the photo albums! It was like finding a hidden treasure lol I had to stop and look at each one, read the backs to confirm which books they were, divvy them in to two piles (one to pack, one to re-read before packing), and no joke, I actually let out a happy little laugh when I found them and realized which books they were.

I was so happy to see them, it was like coming across a long lost friend in a random place you would never expect to find them.

Such a happy surprise! πŸ™‚

Books. Gotta love ’em.

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Spilled Egg

8 Aug

Why is it “spilled” when it is a liquid but “dropped” when it is a solid?

Not really the point of my post but just a thought to wonder about…at 2am…when I should be sleeping… πŸ˜‰

Tonight after rehearsal I came home and was making myself a late dinner. Usually if I have a later dinner it is super simple, and on the smaller side, and sort of breakfast related…what can I say, breakfast foods tend to be my favourite, shrug.

I opted for egg on toast, though my version also has two slices of turkey bacon on there, so the layers go: toast, turkey bacon, over easy fried egg. Simple. Tasty. Has protein. Yum!

I’ve made this often enough I have the timing down perfectly so there I am with the bread toasted and on the plate, the turkey bacon on top of the toast, and I bring the fried egg over via spatula to put the egg on top of the bacon but the egg slips and next thing you know it is flying through the air and landing sorta stuck between the front of the cupboard and a plastic bag that holds my empty pop cans (I collect them for the bottle depot). I actually had a brief moment when I thought I could somehow save the egg but then it continued it’s journey downwards (damn you gravity!) and plop, it was on the floor.

The floor of my kitchen that I haven’t scrubbed in over a week.

Crap.

I picked up the still hot egg, saw the cat hair on it, made a mournful sound, and put the still hot egg in the compost.

Trying to move on from the disaster, and also trying to fix the meal before my toast and turkey bacon went stone cold I quickly cooked another egg.

As I pick this egg up on the spatula to carry over to the toast I am more cautious, no repeats of last time thank-you-very-much!

Instead, as I transfer the egg from the spatula to on top of the turkey bacon it starts to slide and almost goes off the plate in to the sink!

NoooOOOOooooo!

Luckily I managed to save it and put it back where it belonged. Phew!

You should have seen how careful I was when carrying my plate to the chair where I sat and ate. I was half convinced the universe didn’t want me to eat tonight and was doing everything in its power to ruin my meal. Because obviously it couldn’t have been my fault, not my clumsiness or anything that might be the problem here… πŸ˜‰

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