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Tuesday, November 12

Silly & Random

My thoughts are a bit muddled as I puzzle something out at work today.  I think it's time for a list while the other stuff filters through.  This is going to be a truly random list but it's a start...
  • Tasha & Friends had it's premiere last weekend at Buffalo Dreams Film Festival
  • I couldn't go, I had already committed to helping my mom at a craft show, pout.
  • It won Best Short Comedy and Mr. Lina got to meet his idol in independent film, Lloyd Kaufman
  • Toronto folks can see Tasha at Blood in the Snow, I'll be at the 2pm showing on December 1st at the Carleton Theatre, the Saturday show sold so fast they booked a second slot for the short films
  • Which is a good thing since I'm going to see Great Big Sea on the Saturday night
  • Last weekend we went to see The Drive By Truckers at the Phoenix in Toronto
  • The day of the show I woke up WAY too early, didn't nap and by 1am my feet were killing me from standing through the show
  • You'd think I'd learn that the Phoenix requires comfy shoes even if I look silly
  • On the drive home, I fell asleep
  • Not remarkable in and of itself, but I started singing to Mr. Lina
  • At least, that's what he told me, I don't remember, I was asleep
  • I altered the words from "You are my Sunshine" to "You are My Snuggle-Mr. Lina"
  • Which does flow better with his first name
  • Good to know I'm cute even when I'm sleeping
  • Thus bringing the silly part of the blog title
  • I have had a bit of a rough week - migraine, a sad day (but just one day) and perhaps a little too much time to myself
  • Work has been busy and occasionally contributed to the overwhelmed feeling (notably on my sad day), highlighted by leaving work at 8pm on Friday night
  • I needed people to leave so I could get my own work done and Mr. Lina was already in Buffalo so no rush to get home really
  • I am gradually working on the house, but it's a pretty slow pace
  • I don't have the love of organisation that others do, packing and tossing stuff doesn't come easy for me
  • I did tons of laundry this weekend and a lot of clean clothes are not going back in the drawers 
  • I don't want to pack anything that doesn't fit and has no sentimental reason to keep
  • I had the weekend to myself, looked forward to sewing, but a migraine put the kibosh on that, I stuck to doing laundry.
  • Migraines suck, but it's been a long time since my last one so I'm really thankful for that
  • Monday I was still kind of struggling with noises, particularly loud voices
  • Sounds odd to cover noise with noise, but soft jazz in my headphones was soothing compared to talking, it's reminded me how much I like jazz from the 50's-60's.
  • Yesterday was Remembrance Day
  • I heard a poem by Dorothy Jamieson on the radio and after the poem, she said a few words to the audience that stuck with me:  Freedom isn't Free
  • True in more ways than her military reference
  • Next Thursday we're hosting Bill Bourne, winner of both Blues and Folk Juno awards
  • That's going to be super cool.
  • I get to make dinner for him.  How cool is that?
  • I've already got 21 people confirmed for the show, that leaves about 10 seats and some time to go before the show (let me know if you'd like one of those 10 seats)
  • The founder of the organisation for our house concerts, Mitch Podolack, was recognised for his contributions to folk music in Canada at the Canadian Folk Music Awards in Calgary, the CBC has this article on him
  • We spent a lot of time with Mitch this year at the Folk Music Ontario conference, I am truly lucky to have had the chance to get to know him.
  • To end this on a sewing note, I have a strange itch to make pants. 
  • I even bought both Sewaholic pants patterns when she had her Thanksgiving sale
  • But it's kind of scary.
Here's a little music so it's not without something pretty.  I like the words to this song.  As much as I'm dragging my heels, I am looking forward to building a brand new house full of love.  :)

4 comments:

  1. Packing and getting rid of stuff is hard. Remember, just because you get rid of something doesn't mean you get rid of the memories. A trick I use when trying to get rid of stuff is, I put stuff in a throw away box, label it, and put it somewhere. When you find it next and realize you haven't looked for one thing in it, you can then throw it out with a clear conscience. I have cleared out many a closet using this method.

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    1. That's a pretty neat trick. I don't get too hung up on clothing really, the sentimental reasons for keeping clothing need to be really good.

      I am finding boxes that literally have not been opened in years - tucked away in the laundry room, my bed room, the guest room... I wonder sometimes if it even makes sense to see what's in there since I clearly don't need it.

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  2. Holy cow - there is so much going on here?! :-) So sorry to hear about the migraine. You know I can relate. Especially to that noise sensitivity thing. Don't people realize they shouldn't talk when you've got one of those headaches?? I'm intrigued to see how the pants pattern goes. Keep us posted.

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    1. I haven't been posting as often as I used to so it felt like there were more things to say. While writing I was thinking of you a couple of times - migraines and the love of organization that I lack. When you've written about migraines you have my absolute empathy. I used to get them much more frequently than I do now so as much as it sucked, I truly appreciate that the time between migraines has increased. With noise sensitivity it really can feel like a speaking voice is yelling. At least with headphones I can put the noise on low and pick soft sounds that are less grating.

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