I adore my husband. He listens to me. Even when he is tired and hopped up on Benadryl. Many points to the hubster!
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The only exercise I did in Montreal, other than walking and the yoga, was crunches one morning while ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) rysmiel was asleep. Now I'm back, and have had a good, thorough workout:
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A place for showing off and discussing tattoos.
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| redbird |
| 2008-07-06 09:08 |
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Nine or nine and a half hours sleep, hooray! I'd lain down last night thinking ten would be good, but nine will do just fine: yesterday evening I observed to rysmiel that I wasn't getting enough sleep, and suspected this had to do with strange beds. Whatever the cause, this is much better. And tonight I will be back in my own bed. (Of course, I'll also have an alarm, because tomorrow is a work day; this 9+ hours ended at 8:30, and there's no way I'm going to bed at 9:30 tonight in order to get that much. Even if I thought I could sleep that early, to do that I'd have almost no time with cattitude tonight, and that's not worth it. Fortunately, I doubt I need it; I get 7 to 8 most nights, but I'd gotten less than that for a couple of days in here (though 8 the first night of my visit, when I went to bed late but happily tired and slept till 10 a.m.).
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L'atelier is as delightful as rysmiel and papersky had said last year. I got rysmiel to come with me for dinner, self-indulgence (and other-indulgence). We walked our feet off earlier in the day and on our way to dinner (we used a sub-optimal Metro exit and got somewhat turned around, but still arrived in plenty of time for our reservation).
The approach is several small plates; they recommend three/person, but we were indecisive and hungry and ordered seven for the two of us. They started us off with an amuse bouche, one grilled shrimp each in a fennel-and-pineapple sauce. Rysmiel isn't a pineapple fan, I'm not a fennel fan, and we both mopped up the sauce with bread.
After that (I'm working from memory, and will ask rysmiel to supplement this later): a mushroom tartare with lots of lentils and some goat cheese; duck tartare (which has rice and shiitake mushrooms); a scallop-and-monkfish dish, served over cucumber, which showed me that monkfish is much better than a previous experience had led me to believe; tuna-and-bison tataki; a snail and wild rice risotto with fois gras (I'd been wrong about risotto, too); a rabbit dish, including one raviolo, with a cream, pea, and bacon sauce (I wasn't impressed; this is the only thing we left any significant amount of, and not just because rysmiel doesn't like peas; and a poutine with rabbit, a slightly spicy barbecue sauce, and the cheese as thin, unmelted slices on top.
For dessert, I ordered the strawberries with balsamic vinegar, caramel, and watermelon sorbet. Once the server said "Quebec strawberries," she'd have had to list something I actively disliked for me to not order that, and I am also very fond of watermelon. This one worked very well; I should get some balsamic vinegar for my own local strawberries. (The other dishes, I either wouldn't know how to reproduce, or wouldn't have the time and attention for, but that bit of goodness is in my grasp.) Rysmiel got a pistachio goat cheese cheesecake, quite nice; it came with hazelnuts and some odd yellow fruit, both warm. We asked the server, and she said they were
ground cherries (she gave a couple of other names I didn't catch, at least one of them French); I think this is the first time I've had those. Interesting, but I was much happier with my strawberries. (We shared tastes of the dessert as well, but mostly each ate one; with the other dishes, we mostly did half-and-half, except for the risotto, of which rysmiel got about 2/3, and the rabbit in cream sauce, which I had most of.)
cattitude, it's not actually Joseph-Robert's Maison du Fungus, we just ordered most of the mushroom-focused stuff, because we both like those and you were safely hundreds of miles away.
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Whew. I am so happy that I get more time off next week, because I will need it to recover from this one!
Monday we chauffered/chaperoned a group of teens on a trip to Cedar Point, which equals long day + waking up early (5:00!) + getting home late (1:30-2:00 a.m.) It was fun, but it's a big trip to do in one day.
Tuesday I had to be at our house by 8 to let in the guys who were doing the replacements for our furnace and air conditioner. I was really irritated because, 1. I was tired! 2. We're house sitting for my parents this week, so I had to get up at 7 to be at our house on time, and 3. those lazy bums did not show up until 8:45, even though they made it clear that someone had to be there at 8:00. (It must be a guy thing!) Oh, and I deliberately parked further back in our driveway, not leaving much space, because I did not want them parking behind me; I wanted to let them in and leave. Well, they parked behind me anyway! They did move so I could it out, but...::shakes head:: Men.
(Oh...and I guess I forgot to mention....on Monday my brother let the guys in (because we were gone) and he stuck around most of the day, and at the end of the day he told the last workman there to lock everything up before he left. Well...as we were driving back from Cedar Point my brother called us and said that we might want to check our house because he wasn't sure if that guy actually locked up or not...and he didn't! Our house was wide open! I was insanely pissed off. Anyone could've helped themselves to anything in our home. I mean, seriously? Is it really that difficult to be responsible? Apparently, it is. As you can tell, I'm still a little irritated by it, but thankfully nothing was stolen. So, that on top of sleep deprivation plus them not showing up on time the next morning...yeah.)
So, most of Tuesday was spent sleeping (I had a wicked headache by the time I got back to my parents'), though I did get a cardio/weight work out in later that afternoon.
Wednesday I worked; Thursday I woke up plagued with unbelievable cramps, another monsterous headache, and unbelievable weakness...so most of that day was spent in bed (though I forced myself through 20 minutes of cardio); and yesterday I woke up still cramping and with a headache and weak knees but got through weights (upper body, though it was leg day...but I had no strength in my lower body) and 20 minutes of cardio, then later in the evening played some ultimate frisbee and soccer with friends while we waited for the fireworks to begin (and I have a nice bruise forming on my ankle to prove it!)
Today I am feeling semi-normal, though still crampy -ugh. I haven't had a month this bad in at least a year. I mean, even my bones hurt. And my legs are so weak; it's hard to do cardio when you have trembly knees! I'm going to attempt a leg workout later this afternoon, though. We'll see how that turns out!
Next week should be better; although I'm only working 2 days (yay, more vacation!) I'll be back at my house so things should be more routine and normal. Plus, my body should be back to normal and I'll be able to have more productive work outs.
All things considered, I've done well this week. I've sneaked in physical activity when least expecting it (walking through an amusement park, anyone?) and actually did fairly well with eating. The only bad thing is my water consumption; on Monday and Tuesday I hardly drank anything (which probably had some contribution to my hormonal misery) so I've been playing catch-up all week. I splurged and bought lots of large bottles of Smart Water and have been chugging those in attempts to quench my body's needs.
So, yeah. Wacky week!
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One from memory, one from the arts section of Wednesday's Montreal Gazette:
"America, I'm putting my queer shoulder to the wheel." —Allen Ginsberg
"I'm not as pessimistic as I was after Hiroshima. —Pete Seeger
(Pete is doing five concerts in Quebec, all sold out well before the article appeared, of course, or I'd have asked rysmiel whether I should get one ticket or two for the show tonight, which is in this neighborhood. The article talked about his music, artists he has influenced, and his political history, including both Clearwater and the blacklist.)
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| redbird |
| 2008-07-05 08:35 |
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I happened to notice a coin on the floor in papersky and rysmiel's home, the day I got here. I said something, rysmiel suggested I put it on the nearest flat surface, and I did, noting that it wasn't Canadian or American, and taking a closer look. Slovenia. 10 somethings. A nice picture of an eel, specifically Proteus anguinus. It says so right there on the 10-stotinov coin.
This morning, I went looking for more pictures of Slovenian currency. This is the old Slovenian money, not the Slovenian design for the euro coins (there's a Wikipedia article on the latter). I found an old page hosted at Angelfire (which I do not love as a hosting site, but that's a separate matter). Somewhat blurry pictures of the coins. Asio otus (an owl) on the 20-stotinov, some sort of winged insect on the 50 (they're not very good photos), and so on. Then I got to the next set of names, and was distracted from the "what animal is this?" theme by the realization that Slovene uses the dual: 1 tolar, 2 tolarja, 5, 10, etc. tolarjev. Typing this out, I note that there's that German word for "valley" again, "tolar" being slightly closer, to my ear, to "thaler" than "dollar" is.
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was suddenly in a nostalgic mood and wanted to here The Rainbow Connection, so went to good old Youtube and looked it up.
Even after all these years, the song still moves me and reminds me so much of the love and emotion that Jim Henson filled our lives with and the incredible legacy he has left us.
hope that you all like it too.
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=jSFLZ-MzIhM
catch ya
Shadow
edit: found this incredibly moving version by Jason Mraz and Paul Williams (who originally wrote the song for the movie).
hope that you all like it: http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=ikZ1DSrfgkE
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Now playing: Arachnes - First Of All
via FoxyTunes
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| redbird |
| 2008-07-04 09:21 |
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I'm happily up in Montreal, basically just spending time with rysmiel: conversation, walking around this fine city, good food, books, a backrub last night, the chance to sleep late. (Chance ≠ ability; I slept until 10 yesterday morning, in the rain, but this morning awoke, and got out of bed thinking "if it's six I'm going back to bed. It was 5:35, I did, and woke again around 7:30.) It was cool enough last night that I was actually glad of the duvet (12 C isn't cold, but I hadn't bothered packing pajamas, it being summer). In a bit we will decide whether today's plans involve the Biodome or the Jardin Botanique (we're both members of both of those fine institutions, so it's just a question of whether we'd rather have lemurs or plants).
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As of the tally available only to HOG members on the H-D site, we rode a total of 3,000,960 miles in one day. Three million miles. Holy Freaking Harleys! As of 2006, there were 1,000,000 members of HOG, world wide. The number has increased since then, so I sort of had a feeling that we'd easily make a million miles. But I didn't think we'd do three million. That's the same as driving around the equator 120 times. To be honest, Bud and I did not go out of our way to do our miles, we simply logged what we normally did. In fact, I did less errand running on Monday than I do on the average day when I ride.
Here's how fuel price increases have affected me.
I no longer take the truck unless the weather is horrid, or I'm heading to a crop and can't carry everything on two wheels. I'm putting about the same dollar amount into the tank each week that I did when I first got my truck. But I'm riding a vehicle that gets 50mpg and I'm not commuting back and forth to work on a daily basis. The budget hasn't changed, the lifestyle has. I still buy fuel for the truck, but each 1/2 tank is lasting longer and longer. The most recent interval was six weeks.
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Horror stories from the world of shared living spaces. EEK!
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pleased
accomplished, but tired
nostalgic