maystone: (Hopper Hotel)
It is eluding me tonight. No matter. We were over our limit on the internet for most of the day, so I've been pretty much locked out. Things have eased up, so I thought I'd post some pictures from my trip to Banff in Alberta. It's the Canadian Rockies, people! Much different from what I've seen of the American Rockies in Colorado but still beautiful.

cold and beautiful )
maystone: (Mao by Hils)
I know it's unAmerican of me, but I don't really like Peter, Paul, and Mary. Another of my dark secrets revealed.

So I'm all packed. I managed to pry Mao out of my suitcase, but he wasn't happy about it. Not that he want's to come with me, it's just that he loves hanging in suitcases. Mao loves his baggage.

Dar is at the Halifax airport waiting for her plane home. We've been chatting online, and I have to say that she is absolutely goofy from lack of sleep. I really hope she gets to nap on the plane. She spent 14 of the last 48 hours on a bus commuting back and forth between her aunt's house and the hospital. Plus the plane flight. Plus being with her brother who is seventeen kinds of wired and will. not. stop. talking. ever. She really deserves a break.

[livejournal.com profile] sparky77 will be driving me to the airport in about an hour. I'm wicked tired, but I don't want to take anything to help me stay awake, because I want to drug myself into oblivion for the flight. Honestly, I'd much rather drive to Calgary, but I suspect it might take a tad longer than the 4.5 hours of flight time.

I'm not bringing my laptop with me, but I am bringing my camera. No posts or comments from me, but I hope to have some decent pictures when I get back on Tuesday. Y'all have a good week. Happy Easter to those of you who celebrate. Happy Chocolate Bunny Day to the rest of you.

Ciao, babies.
maystone: (Hopper Hotel)
Why aren't I asleep? I took codeine, I took Tylenol, I took a half a sleeping pill, and then 70 minutes later I took the other half. Why, oh why? Oh, wait, I know. It's the goddam gall blatter attacks, I bet. I could be wrong, but I'm guessing I'm not. Frak. Me.

I haven't done more than cat nap for, well, this will be the third night. Not good. I borrowed the Jeep today so I could drive Dar to her dentist appointment this afternoon. This involves an almost two hour round trip both morning and evening plus whatever errands I have to run in between. Dar's appointment ran late (poor thing is having the necrotic bone in her jaw drilled out), and by the time we were heading it home it was after 7 PM. I'd already picked Mark up from work by this time and was going zombified in the back seat. I was shaking from fatigue, and then I started to disorient. Always fun. I got a moment of real panic when I absolutely did not know where I was anymore, but fortunately it was only a moment. I had to crawl up the steps at home and ended up just sitting there for a few minutes to gather myself. Verrrrrra weird night. That's how tired I was. And how tired I still am.

The LBGT community is pretty pissed off today because HBO failed to include the invocation by the Rt. Rev. Gene Robinson yesterday as the prelude to the We Are One concert. It was to be the primary official act of the Inauguration celebration, and it certainly was a sop to us queer types as an apology for giving Ol' HomoHater Rick Warren the invocation to the actual inauguration. So it appears to be a miscommunication between HBO and Team Obama with TO stepping up to take ultimate responsibility. HBO has said that it will from now on be included in all future showings of the concert, and I believe that they'll be rebroadcasting it tomorrow. It's supposed to be a powerful prayer - low on Jesus talk and high on social justice. Please try to check it out.

I'm going to let my hair grow out. I was thinking that I really, really want to get it cut, but then it looks good for about three weeks before it starts to get all nasty looking again. I'm going to let it go for a few more months and then get it cut all one length. At least it will grow out somewhat evenly, and if push comes to shove I can cut it my own damn self. Now the big question is: bangs or no bangs. I'm thinking no, but i'll see how it grows.

I'm making plans to go away for a bit. After Dar's brother leaves, so that should be about two months, I guess. I'm feeling housebound and trapped, especially since my car has been dead for a few months now. The stupid winter weather isn't helping; it's not like I can go take a walk somewhere or hang out in the back field. We really can't afford much, and I'm not looking for extravagance or luxury. I was thinking of throwing myself on [livejournal.com profile] sffan or [livejournal.com profile] dumbphilomel. I also have a book that lists convents and monastaries and other sites of religious retreats. I did that once: took a few days off and spent them in a convent in Biddeford, Maine. It was lovely, right on the ocean. And God knows that the price is right for those kinds of stays. Yeah, maybe I'll check that out. I'd love it if Dar could come with me, but I don't know that the both of us can leave at the same time anymore.

Sleeeeep. Man, it's 2AM. This sucks. I'm going to give it another shot.
maystone: (High5 by ms_pollygreen)
I've had 2 1/2 hours sleep in the last 36 hours. I'm sending out the request for a rubber mallet. Thank you.

Remember all the angst and whinging when I discovered that I'd lost my favorite denim jacket at a supermarket last month? Well, we ended up back at that supermarket yesterday, so I figured what the hell, I'll just see if it's still there in the Lost & Found. And it was! There was much rejoicing.

I'm still madly in love with Pushing Daisies. It's the only show on the air that makes me laugh out loud. Loudly out loud at that. And when I'm not laughing I'm wearing this big stupid grin because I'm so entranced by the dark whimsy and by how very beautiful it is. Please watch it. We actually get it in Canada a day ahead of you Yanks, so you can add it onto your schedule for tomorrow's viewing.

Considering I was running on pure instinct today, I actually got a lot done. More than I needed to since I tracked down and printed out some immigration forms that Dar had already printed out. She told me; I forgot; I suck. I should get that embroidered on a pillow.

I found out that we cannot bring the kittens and the mommy cat into a shelter pretty much anywhere right now. The woman I talked with started out being very dismissive but warmed up when she realized that I wasn't trying to dump a cat that I'd grown bored with but was in fact trying to find a home for a family that we'd rescued and cared for. She said there's no room anywhere, even in the shelters that euthanize. As if I'd ever send an animal there. So [livejournal.com profile] dumbphilomel, tell your friend they're still available. I did put an ad in at LiveDeal which is a sort of cross between ebay and Craig's List. Wouldn't you take those kitties? I'm really starting to get a bit anxious about this.

We still haven't decided on a hotel in Vegas. Hopefully we'll get that settled tomorrow. We were talking seriously about staying at Treasure Island, but Dar said she'd found some discount coupons or something, so we may end up somewhere else. We really didn't connect that well today because we were both rather out of it.

Ooh, just checked the TI web page and besides the nightly free pirate battle in the hotel lagoon (I'm completely serious) there is also an on-site Starbucks and an on-site Ben & Jerry's! I was just telling Dar today that when I hit Vegas I was going to track down a B&J's because I have been jonesing for three long freaking years for their low-fat S'mores frozen yogurt. And it's on site. We are so staying there. Besides, what better place for all of the Naughty Space Pirates to congregate? (And it has free parking, guys.)

I'm actually looking forward to this. I mean I was happy to be getting away anywhere - Vegas, Detroit, Upper Sandusky, it really didn't matter all that much at that point - but now I'm getting excited about the actual destination. I told Dar that she has my permission, in fact my wish, to smack me if I start getting all grouchy about the obscene waste of resources in Vegas, which has got to be the least Green expanse of property in the galaxy. I'm there to just wallow in the tacky. I'll feel guilty about it later when I get home :)

Let's see. I made rather yummy chicken and baked potatoes tonight. I really only ate the potato because I can't swallow that well anymore. Very strange. But hey, that just gives me even more impetus to drink lattes and slurp ice cream. It all works.

Chloe is right at home. She's a scamp, no two ways about it: all energy and into everything. Still, she doesn't have the dominant Bad Kitty gene that Pixel had. Has. And there is cat playing between Chloe and Pix and even Chloe and Mao. Plus grooming for all parties. Yay! The only one who's still stand offish is Little Cat, but that's her nature so no big surprise there. I love our kitties :)

I took all of my meds an hour ago, fully expecting them to just drop me like slaughtered ox, but no. I go now in search of something else to do the job. Insomnia is not an option. ::cue the victorious music::

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