Monday, May 07, 2012
Well, here I am, back on campus after 15 years! Back then it was just one week for a workshop, and this time it's for a two-week "bootcamp for the mind" - two courses for my Masters program in two weeks! Sounds gruelling but I think it will be better than taking two courses the "normal" way while working full time, as I did last semester.
The room is ok for couple weeks, but I can't imagine anybody living here for longer than that. It's much smaller than your average hotel room, with fewer amenities. Some things I've come to take for granted, like having towels or a hand dryer in the rest room - nope, bring your own towel each time. No fridge, not even in the lounge. Good thing I decided at the last minute not to bring anything that needs to be refrigerated.
On the bright side though, food isn't as bad as I had feared. There is a salad bar and reasonably priced fresh fruit, and the entrees are mix and match. Last night I had chicken parmigiani and steamed veggies - no need to be "strong" and resist the mashed potatoes or rice some helpful server has piled on my plate. If I don't ask for it, I won't get it. The grounds are very nice too, and the weather is turning out to be lovely. I'll be spending as much time outside as I can, starting now.
Monday, December 19, 2011
Yesterday it was exactly one year since we went out to the Abbotsford SPCA shelter and brought Rani back home with us. From being a sick, scared cat who would not come out from under the desk, she has become the uncontested ruler of the house. The dog defers to her and humans work hard to be good cat servants.
By and large she's satisfied with our efforts, except for that door thing. Cats don't see any need for doors, ever. Especially doors that lead outside should be open at all times. Failing that, one of us should stand beside the backdoor to open it whenever she wants. I suppose that will be her goal for the next year.
Thursday, December 15, 2011
Our dog Marley has never paid much attention to raccoons in our yard. In fact, he snored through both times that they raided the goldfish pond. (By the way, take note raccoons: the sushi bar is now closed - we dismantled the pond after the second raid).
One day last summer I was sitting at an open window and could hear the little rascals chattering away in the back yard. I went downstairs and nearly tripped over the dog snoozing on the landing, although the back door was wide open. Once I went into the yard, he suddenly woke up and got interested, and started barking and jumping around like an ijjit - it was a mom and baby on the back fence, scared half to death.
I guess that day it finally clicked with him that these creatures do not belong in our back yard. I can imagine the thought processes that went through his head: "Small, furry, sharp claws, humans like it and let it in the house - don't bark at or chase. Small, furry, sharp claws, humans yell at it when they see it and don't let it into the house, okay to bark at and chase."
Tonight after supper I let him out for one last pee. He is right on my heels and nearly knocks me over in his hurry to get out the door. I figure "Wow, he must need to go really badly!" Next he starts barking and races behind the shed where some commotion ensues. I get a bit worried because we still got bears around; guess they can't read calendars and don't know they're supposed to be asleep. He won't come, no matter how much I call him.
No choice, got to get shoes and go out to see what's going on. The racket wakes up hubby so he does the guy thing and goes out to check. Reports back - "It's a raccoon." That makes me feel a little better but not totally as I've heard horror stories about dogs tangling with raccoons. But now that hubby is there Marley finally decides to listen and comes running back into the house, tongue lolling and immensely pleased with himself. He sure showed them! And the cat is jealous because he gets all the praise for defending our yard.
Friday, November 25, 2011
So yesterday I got my flu shot. Then I went to my bootcamp class. After I was done my arm was aching like crazy (a gazillion push-ups right after you get a shot will do that) and I was generally a wreck because I had a very good but taxing core workout.
Today I wasn't feeling too bad, a little sore but in a good way. Then I went to my karate class and first of all Sensei thought it would be a jolly good idea to see how high we could all kick. I was surprised to realize that I can kick up to my head height but my groin feels like it will never be the same. After the main part of the class was done, he wanted to spar with me. I should mention he used to be a boxer. He can teach me a lot but it is a somewhat painful lesson.
Anyway, it's nothing a hot bath and a ton of ice can't fix. I'm sure I'll be able to walk soon again.
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