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Generally updating
Dec. 11th, 2004 07:19 pmI'm eating one of those Lipton instant noodles side dish thingies, my original supper plans having fallen through due to lack of coconut milk and it being too late to go out and buy some. It's "Thai Ginger" and though the spice taste isn't bad at all, it feels somehow unorthodox to eat Lipton noodles, exactly like the ones in the Lipton noodle soup, with ginger flavour.
The eczema on my legs is getting better, but since last week, it's spread to the scar on my knee, which had been untouched before. It's weird because until now, I didn't really consider the scar part of my body. There's no sensation in the skin, but there's a dull ache if the flesh is pressed that feels somehow remote, as though it's someone else's pain. Anyway, I guess now the scar tissue is mine after all, since it's got that stupid rash on it now. On the bright side, it doesn't itch!
Most of my Christmas shopping is done, I only have three things left to buy, one of which is already decided upon. I've spent quite a bit on gifts this year, mostly because my budget permits it. Though I really should be putting more away for next year, when I won't be working.
Yesterday I went to the memorial service for the father of one of my colleagues. It was held it a church only a few blocks away from work, so almost all the teachers went. It was a religious service for some reason we couldn't fathom, because apparently the man had been an atheist, so there was a priest blathering on and on. He started out by saying that he hadn't had the pleasure of knowing Mr. L------, then led everyone in prayer before starting what I assume was supposed to be a comforting speech about using one's God-given gifts to bring joy to others. The mic was wonky, so I couldn't hear very well, but he wasn't a good orator anyway; he didn't speak clearly enough and he was boring. In the pew in front of me, I could see my mother twitching. She told me afterwards that hearing all that stuff had reminded her of her childhood and how glad she was she had refused to let my brothers or me have any sort of religious education, thus avoiding exposure to all those filthy LIES she'd been fed when she was little! XD
Tomorrow we go out into the wilds of Almonte to indulge in a spot of pagan ritual. G doesn't want a tree for his house ("It's just me and the cats, what's the point?"), but I simply must have one, it just isn't Yuletide without it. I have to clean my living room, though, which is currently littered with debris from my simultaneous attemps to wrap gifts, sort through stuff to give away and get rid of boxes. >_< The vaccuuming I should leave until the tree is up, because I'll have to do it again anyway, so I suppose it's not that big a job I have before me. I shall prevail!
The eczema on my legs is getting better, but since last week, it's spread to the scar on my knee, which had been untouched before. It's weird because until now, I didn't really consider the scar part of my body. There's no sensation in the skin, but there's a dull ache if the flesh is pressed that feels somehow remote, as though it's someone else's pain. Anyway, I guess now the scar tissue is mine after all, since it's got that stupid rash on it now. On the bright side, it doesn't itch!
Most of my Christmas shopping is done, I only have three things left to buy, one of which is already decided upon. I've spent quite a bit on gifts this year, mostly because my budget permits it. Though I really should be putting more away for next year, when I won't be working.
Yesterday I went to the memorial service for the father of one of my colleagues. It was held it a church only a few blocks away from work, so almost all the teachers went. It was a religious service for some reason we couldn't fathom, because apparently the man had been an atheist, so there was a priest blathering on and on. He started out by saying that he hadn't had the pleasure of knowing Mr. L------, then led everyone in prayer before starting what I assume was supposed to be a comforting speech about using one's God-given gifts to bring joy to others. The mic was wonky, so I couldn't hear very well, but he wasn't a good orator anyway; he didn't speak clearly enough and he was boring. In the pew in front of me, I could see my mother twitching. She told me afterwards that hearing all that stuff had reminded her of her childhood and how glad she was she had refused to let my brothers or me have any sort of religious education, thus avoiding exposure to all those filthy LIES she'd been fed when she was little! XD
Tomorrow we go out into the wilds of Almonte to indulge in a spot of pagan ritual. G doesn't want a tree for his house ("It's just me and the cats, what's the point?"), but I simply must have one, it just isn't Yuletide without it. I have to clean my living room, though, which is currently littered with debris from my simultaneous attemps to wrap gifts, sort through stuff to give away and get rid of boxes. >_< The vaccuuming I should leave until the tree is up, because I'll have to do it again anyway, so I suppose it's not that big a job I have before me. I shall prevail!
