My bad ankle actually feels like an ankle for the first time in almost two years (my knee is extremely confused about this), and my chippy hip is looser than usual.

I've been told to keep my witchy fingers inside my own goddamn hands (or the equivalent in inarticulate noises) four times already. =D

THEY WANT ME FOR AN INTERVIEW

9 AM MARCH TENTH

Wow does the two-fingers baby cpr method suck. Ouch my overstretched knuckles.

On the plus side, it's looking like I could actually manage at least a few cycles of cpr in the wild. \o/

Quite deliberately, Mom would have let me have the other bed.

But the idea of waking up in the middle of the night in my own bedroom surrounded by my mother's bedroom furniture from my adolescence seems like 'I woke up in the wrong fucking reality' nightmare fuel.

So I'm sleeping in what used to be Veggie's room in the house in Bellingham, and gaaaaaaah.

me, internal monologue: they're doing a really nice job of this, excellent use of set adjustment, but wow I cannot look at Romeo without seeing him with a teeny espresso cup and extended pinky in Merry Wives...

Zach, out on a walk: "[picture] Rhodos make black berries?"

me, on the couch: "That's not a rhododendron.
"Also don't eat those unless you're sure they're not laurel"

Zach: "That's what they are.... So... What if I ate them?"

me: "Depends on variety"

Zach, while i was typing: "(I didn't)"

me: "Cherry laurel berries are kinda cyanidey"

I did not intend to stack events, but it just kind of happened.

Went to a Tap Takeover Event at a Vancouver pub today. I ordinarily could not be lured to one of these, but the takeover was a cidery. Largest cider tap takeover in North America to date.

......Tell me more of your Ghost cider, Merridale. And your Double Barrel. *!!!*

So noisy. So hot (that pub's AC was absolutely not up for summer plus Event, wow).



goddammit Merridale why can't I buy any of these ciders in the store?

This year's Bard on the Beach's Merry Wives of Windsor is fuckin' awesome. sorchablue and I went last night and have resolved to find a weekend to drag Zach along so he can delight with us. :D

They set it in 1968 Windsor Ontario. The costumes are silly and bright, and the cast is clearly having a ball.

Went kayaking today in Deep Cove as a belated birthday present for Zach. (He had no idea what we were doing, and it was driving him slightly bonkers. Point to Melissa.)

It's been a long, long time since I was last kayaking. (Probably since before I had a livejournal, which is saying something given the summer '02 start date.) It was interesting trying to get a feel of it again, how to stroke quietly and with power, the tricks of rudder pedals and knee bracing.

Pinkened the backs of both hands and it's obvious where my leggings ended on one leg, but overall, for thinking I'd never be here again, not with the shoulder and the hand, my forearms singing like I've been climbing without the individual finger arias and a bit of a sunburn's a pretty thorough win. I'd be hurting worse with less to show for it if you'd handed me a blacksmith's hammer this morning.

My parents' house on the island I grew up on has been offered a price they've accepted! Closing date is June 27th.

Which is very exciting, considering how long it's been on the market, if only half-heartedly.

It also means Mom was looking for a place to live, and eventually asked me for my old landlords' contact info in Bellingham. Which I freely gave, because I loved living in that place and they were the best landlords I've ever had.

Turns out they had an opening in her timeframe.

Specifically, the townhouse at the corner.

Where I lived between 2010 and 2013.

My childhood address is disappearing from family hands for the final time, and my mother is resurrecting my adultiest address (thus far).

.... As one does, I suppose?