Wed Nov 29th, 2017
My (still) laudably clean house gladdens my heart, but the vacuuming and mopping needed to keep it that way annoys my tendinitis no end. Have taken to vacuuming with two hands to spread the strain.
Have had two days off thanks to sickly infings, and achieved this and that- sent package to Japan, stocked up on soy milk against eventual snow, found- finally!- a proper foot scraper on a stick for my dry callouses. (Pumice does nothing. Pumice crumbles into tiny shreds that hurt your feet if you step on it.) Shoppers Drug & Loblaws, that marriage made in hell, are betrayers. Rexall and IDA have all your needs, for less.
Went to AGO, intending to treat me to a $25 hamburger. But it was the '5 to 7' menu and I had del Toro inspired guacamole (bland) with corn chips (unsalted). Then intended to wander about the gallery for an hour before my acupuncture, but suddenly they wouldn't let me carry my backpack with me. 'Too big!' though it was fine last summer and winter. Carrying the backpack instead of wearing it is indeed a pain, but I could cope. Cannot cope with being separated from cell phone and wallet. So I left and found a Chinese bakery to sit in instead.
Anthony Horowitz, Magpie Murders.
-- guessed the device the moment I saw it, having read the apposite Agatha Christie story not that long ago. Didn't follow through with the idea to see if it would work and so was surprised by the murderer. As for the murder mystery within the murder mystery, I was a bit disappointed by the denouement, so good there was a framing story around it.
Kipling's Strange Tales have reached the WW1 ones that I've mostly read and that a) have bad associations with the time I read them and b) leave a bad taste in the mouth anyway.
Adam Thorpe, Ulverton
-- not Ulysses, and only starting mid 17th century, so no, there's no Middle English passages about events in the village. Shall see where we go with what we have.
Am now 5th out of 28 in line for Vallista. Some day.
|Date:||November 30th, 2017 08:37 am (UTC)|| |
I'm sorry about your tendonitis! I've been denied at the museum for my large handbag, and I think it's because it's shabbby looking as later I saw someone with an equally large handbag with flowers and rhinestones that had been allowed in. From now on, I'm going to the museum with a bum bag because I don't like being separated from my things either.
Some kind of double standard is at work. Huge handbags are allowed at the museum and art gallery because they hang from the shoulder. Backpacks are not, even if handheld, presumably because people will forget and put them on the back. I've never noticed discrimination for shabbiness: but we're a shabby lot here, even at the AGO. (I'd have barred the rhinestones and flowers just on aesthetic grounds.)
I should start carrying my bumbug around for these occasions, because hand-holding a backpack makes my arm ache for days. But that's another thing to make my backpack weigh more. (My AGO and ROM trips are always spur of moment, usually when I've been elsewhere ie work.)