My mom came to see me today. She told me when she was leaving her house, so I knew it would take her about an hour and a half, maybe two hours, to get here. While I was waiting for her, I cleaned the guinea pig cage.
Cleaning the cage took a really long time, because I had to keep stopping to rest.
I went downstairs and collected the clean piggy bedding from the dryer and brought it upstairs, then I took a break.
I set up the piggy floor time pen in the kitchen, caught the piggies one by one and put them in the pen with a towel in the middle with veggies on it to share, and I took a break.
I got all of the old, soiled towels and fleece out of the cage and shook out the fleece blankets outside (they're always covered in hay and poops), and then I took a break.
I swept up the bits of hay and poop that fell into the cage bottom, laid out the fresh towels and fleece and repopulated the cage with the piggies' things, and then I took a break.
I put the boys back in their cage, and then I took a break.
Then I put away the pen and cleaned up the floor. I was just finishing when my mom arrived.
I took pictures of the guinea pigs during their floor time and once they were back in their clean cage, and I'll be posting the photos to my guinea pig set on Flickr, which is over here: www.flickr.com/photos/ka
Mom and I went into Saskatoon and I deposited a paycheque from the editing I do. Then we made me a hair appointment at the Hairstyle Inn, which is where I got my hair trimmed the last two times. I like it there because the stylists are always respectful (if a little afraid of how long my hair is) and have never tried to tell me I should cut it short or anything. Once we had a time for that, we headed to the food court and had Chinese for lunch.
Mom went clothes shopping while I got my hair washed, trimmed, and dried. We took off two inches of hair to get all the damage at the ends. I am definitely going to figure out a good routine to keep my ends nice from now on, this was really silly. It's still tailbone length, thank goodness, so that means it's not long enough to sit on anymore but is definitely really long still. That makes me happy!
I found Mom at Northern Reflections, where she had found an awesome pair of jeans that have a neat design embroidered on all the pockets. I love little details like that!
After she bought her jeans, we went to Reitman's, which is my favourite clothing store because the clothes appeal to my sense of style and are so comfortable and seem to be designed with my body in mind. I tried on a bunch of pairs of pants and found one pair of 16+ straight leg dark wash jeans that fit well, but they weren't quite perfect. Then one of the salesladies asked if I'd tried the tall pants, and of course I hadn't bothered looking since the last time I bought tall the highest size they had was a 15. (Several years ago, back when I was a size 14-16 instead of a 16-18 like I am right now.) She said that actually, the tall pants go up to a size 17 now, so I had a look.
I came away with a pair of dark wash size 17-tall boot cut jeans. They fit perfectly and are long enough that I'm definitely going to need to go to Payless on Monday to see if I can find shoes that aren't sneakers - these jeans require shoes with proper soles!
What I have concluded from this is that the primary reason I have so much trouble finding clothes in plus size shops is that, while I am certainly a plus size, the proportions of my body actually follow more along the proportions of a non-plus size person. (That and I am 5'9" with long legs and I shouldn't settle for regular length pants. Ever.)
We got me home after that and Mom had to go. I am now resting on the couch and feeling a little pain in my belly, right about where the cyst must have been. I will take things really easy tomorrow and hopefully be able to go to church on Sunday. It is Palm Sunday, and I would like to be there for the celebration.
Well, I am off to upload those "pigtures" to my Flickr account.