mousme: The face of a green woman forest deity against a black background (Green Woman)
I had so many things I wanted to get done today and I only got a fraction of them done. My main mistake was going to Costco with KK. I was originally planning to go alone because I usually do, but our membership renewal is coming up and we also had a rewards "cheque" that apparently only she can redeem at the cash because she's the primary account holder.

Turns out, shopping at Costco at midday on a Saturday with KK is really stressful. Mostly it was the circumstances: the place was packed to the gills with people. Normally I grab a cart and sort of use that as a shield against other people, but since KK was there she grabbed a motorized cart to drive, and that left me kind of adrift, with people coming at me with carts from all angles, including KK, who did not have great control over the motorized cart. I tried walking behind her but she kept stopping the cart because she thought I was "slowing down," which would then make me run into her. She told me to walk in front of her, and when I did she kept nearly running into me with the cart. I'm used to going at my own pace, and trying to navigate personal hazards and keep track of KK and stuff was actually pretty draining.

I used the cheque at the cash register, so apparently they don't check particularly hard to make sure you're the primary cardholder, and KK's electric cart started acting up and refusing to go. She kept having to switch it off, wait a few seconds, then switch it on again before it would respond to her commands. We managed to make it through checkout and went to the membership counter. By then my brain was buzzing a little, and things were so loud that I couldn't hear most of what KK was discussing with the lady at the counter. Eventually I approached when KK indicated she wanted my opinion, although I only caught bits and pieces of it. We eventually settled on switching things up so that I'm the primary account holder since I'm the one who does most of the shopping, and then things got hilarious.

The service rep looked at KK very seriously and said: "So you understand, everything will now be in your daughter's name and go to her?"

I giggled and told her I was very flattered that she thought I was that young and good-looking. KK got her up to speed on the fact that I'm six years her junior, and the poor lady was a little embarrassed, but we all laughed it off. I can understand the misapprehension: I was standing back and not really participating in the conversation (because I couldn't hear, but from the outside it looks like a very teenager-y thing to do), and my hair is currently dyed bright blue, and since I was wearing an N95 mask it made it harder to see my actual age. Anyway, we had fun with it.

Then KK's cart died again and we were stuck for a couple of minutes while she got it going again. We flagged it to one of the employees, who told KK that it was because she was leaning too far forward in her seat, but it died again once we got it to the car. After that there was no shifting it, so I ended up physically dragging it across the whole [expletive deleted] parking lot. Let me tell you, dragging an inert motorized shopping cart is not even remotely fun.

We got home and I put the groceries away. Actually, yesterday, at KK's suggestion I completely re-organized the fridge in a way that is supposed to be more ADHD-friendly, with the produce in the fridge door. At the very least, this will keep the produce from freezing in the fridge. I don't know why the fridge keeps freezing my food, but I've been losing more than I would like to that. Hopefully this will work out in the longer term. The fridge door isn't super convenient for keeping vegetables, unfortunately, it's just not the right shape.

I was signed up for an online workshop this afternoon on community building, and that was super interesting and I don't for a second regret it, but I didn't get my seeds started, and tomorrow is going to be taken up with Quaker things for basically the whole day. I might be able to get it done Monday, but I was really hoping to get it done earlier than that. Maybe I'll stay up later tomorrow night, since I'm starting night shifts on Monday anyway, and try to get some of the seeds started then instead. I did at least figure out some of the grow light setup, and I will try to sort out the rest tomorrow. Either way, I am entirely out of spoons, and probably in a serious spoon deficit at this point.

Okay, on that note, it's time for bed. I have to be at Meeting early tomorrow to be ready for First Day School. I don't know if there will be any children there, but I need to be ready in case there are.
mousme: A picture of the muppet Forgetful Jones from Sesame Street (Forgetful Jones)
My brain desperately wants to start new projects! WHAT IF WE LEARNED WATERCOLOUR?!? Of course, it's conveniently ignoring that last month we wanted to learn embroidery and the month before how to crochet and make socks. I still want to do all that, of course, but I haven't gotten around to it, and now my brain is all SHINY NEW PROJECT, IGNORE THOSE OTHER THINGS FOR WHICH YOU HAVE SUPPLIES!

Uuuugh.

Honestly, my brain is exhausting sometimes. 

I also need to get my act together and get things done around the house. Things need to be cleaned, and I need to start all my vegetables and maybe reorganize the basement to be more functional. I don't know if my brain will let me do any of it, but I need to at least try. If I can get up early enough tomorrow I'm going to go to Costco because we're almost out of eggs. I don't know how long we're going to be spared the egg crisis that's happening in the US currently, but I'm going to take advantage of the eggs while I can. I've been watching the price of eggs creep up over the years, and I can't say I'm enjoying it. Three years ago I could get a box of 30 eggs for $6.50 and the last time I went to Costco they were $8.99. It's still cheaper than at most grocery stores, although every so often Shopper's Drug Mart has a sale which I take advantage of. I can't fit the boxes of 30 eggs in my fridge but I use the cartons from the other eggs to redistribute them into more fridge-compatible sizes.

Speaking of the fridge, I need to figure out why it's been freezing all the food I place at the back. It's done a number on some of my vegetables, and I can't really afford to lose my produce like that. I should probably tell my property management folks about it, but that means letting more people into the house, and I really hate that. They already invade my home far more than I enjoy, but I suppose needs must. My dishwasher also probably needs to be serviced since it's been eight years since I moved in, and it no longer washes the dishes about 25% of the time. Everything breaks down over time, I guess. If I were handier (or braver) I might be able to do it myself. Maybe I'll give cleaning out the dishwasher filter a shot, gather all my courage and a bunch of tools and see what I can do about that.

Being a responsible adult is a lot less great than you're led to expect as a kid, let me tell you. :P

In the meantime, I picked up two more books at the library today: The Care Manifesto: The Politics of Interdependence, and Freedom Is a Constant Struggle: Ferguson, Palestine, and the Foundations of a Movement. I was a little worried when I put a hold on them that I wouldn't be able to read them in time, but they are both mercifully quite compact, so maybe my brain will cooperate with me and let me read them before I have to bring them back. I'm trying to build up a library of books that will help me with mutual aid and community building, both on a practical and theoretical level. So far my local library has been a little hit-and-miss with what books are even available, but I don't want to buy books before I know they'll be useful.

Okay, my shift is coming to a close. Time to pack it in. Catch you on the flip side, friends!
mousme: A text icon that reads: "When the sun has set, no candle can replace it." (Sun has set)
I managed to get to Costco this morning as planned, and was pleasantly surprised to see that not only had they opened early (God, why would you ever subject your employees to that?), but the store was not crammed full of people. I did get routinely hemmed in by two older people somewhere North of retirement age but not by much who seemed to be following me around the store, each with their own cart. At one point I wondered if this was a really weird mob hit against me, because no matter which direction I took, a few moments later they'd catch up to me and park their carts on either side of wherever I was standing, effectively preventing me from moving. I got away from them at checkout by faking going to the regular check-out and then doubling back toward the self check-out instead, like the most prosaic spy movie ever.

I chatted briefly with the lady supervising the self check-out, because she's the wife of my former boss at the RCMP the year I was acting manager, and once that was done I dragged my now very tired self home. I unloaded the groceries, put away the  recycling bin and the green bin that were still at the curb because I didn't put them away the night before, and had a little catch-up with KK, who had called in sick to work due to a lingering migraine.

I only ended up getting to sleep by 11:00, and after that I got woken up first by our real estate agent telling us our offer wasn't accepted, so alas, no friend-shaped house for us. There were apparently something like six offers made on the house, which isn't surprising. It was extremely friend-shaped, and multiple people obviously thought so. I slept poorly after that, only to get awoken two hours before my alarm by my father calling me on Skype of all things. Anyway, it turns out my parents were horrified that the friend-shaped house was so far from the city (my parents are very much city mice) and thought it was "an unreasonable option" for me and KK.

For the record, I think it's adorable that my parents think they actually get a say in where KK and I decide to live. They mean well, of course, but I think they occasionally forget that I'm fully a middle-aged person now. I know that reads a lot like "I'm an ADULT and I can make my OWN DECISIONS, MOM!" but that's kind of how it is. I have lived on my own longer than I lived with my parents for a few years now and don't particularly feel the need to get their stamp of approval about my decisions. Do I talk to them about important stuff in my life? Of course! But they're not super in touch with today's reality, so I don't generally ask for advice on what to do about things like job or house hunting. 

Anyway, we chatted about house stuff and finances, and then my mother off-handedly mentioned that she'd forgotten her kettle on the stove and from what I understood melted it into slag. Oops. So my father took her out earlier and bought her a new kettle, and I had a little internal freakout because neither one of them seems particularly worried that she nearly burned down their entire condo. I strongly recommended that she start setting a timer on the stove whenever she turns it on, because she seemed convinced that she could somehow willpower her way into being less forgetful. AUGH.

Having aging parents is HARD, y'all. My mother is turning 88 this year, and I'm having some little emotional pangs about watching her very slowly lose tiny bits of herself. She doesn't have dementia or anything like that, but she's getting a little more forgetful, a little more easily confused or overwhelmed by stuff that even five years ago wouldn't have fazed her. My father is still really sharp, but he's starting to dislike driving after dark because he doesn't see as well as he used to. It's all little things, but it sometimes feels like my parents are just blurring along their edges now, slowly fading out of focus as time goes on. 

I need to schedule another visit with them soon, probably for my mother's birthday at the beginning of March.
mousme: A picture of Wol from Winnie the Pooh, holding a note that reads "Gon Out. Backson. Bizy. Backson." (Back Soon)
I used to joke about starting an asphalt company called Good Intentions, and at the rate I'm going, I will have paved a superhighway to hell by the time my life is done. 

Today wasn't a total loss or anything. I did manage to crowbar myself out of bed much later than I'd intended, and then levered myself out the door to go to Costco. There are several in town, and the closest one to me is a Costco Business Centre, which has the advantage of selling grated Parmesan in bulk (not real Parmesan, but good enough for the kind of cooking I like to do). My regular Costco has also been out of paper towels for a couple of months now, or at least they've been out each time I've gone. So I was able to pick up a bunch of stuff I can't get at the regular Costco, but at the expense of not being able to find another handful of items I needed, so I'll have to go on a separate trip for those.

My original intention had been to go to both Costcos and the grocery store, then come home, put all the meat in the fridge, and then go to the basement to get my seeds started. In order to keep myself sort of honest, I scheduled a 2pm Google Hangout with some local people with whom I've recently started forging ties. We're all members of a Facebook group that's run by Sharon Astyk, whom I think I've mentioned in a previous post. That group is over 1,000 people strong, but I wanted to seek out the members local to me who were interested in forming a more practical mutual aid group, and since then we've connected over the Signal app (just in case social media becomes too unreliable or starts selling our information even more than it already is).

Anyway, I underestimated the amount of time it would take me to get through Costco on a Saturday, so my second trip and the grocery store trip both had to get cancelled in the interest of getting to my Google Hangout on time. I also didn't quite gauge how the Google Hangout would go ahead of time. We had a really interesting time, with a good but small group of people. Not everyone was able to make it, but three friends were there whom I've known for several years, and two other people who were new to me (in person, I knew their names from online). We talked politics, mostly Canadian but also what was going on in the US, and provided a Canadian Politics 101 explainer to a new friend who has just moved here from the US (they had previously lived briefly in Nova Scotia, but were mostly unaware of all the ramifications of politics outside that province). We also talked farming and mutual aid, and what values we wanted to uphold in our little group, and Covid precautions. It was a really good first meeting, and I'm looking forward to having more in the future--I just need to keep my ducks more or less in a row.

I didn't get my seeds started, but I did start two mushroom cultures (a pink oyster culture and a lion's mane culture), and I pulled out my grow lights and cleared off the shelves in anticipation of being able to start at least some seedlings tomorrow. I need to get to bed pretty soon (it's 10pm now, so 11pm is probably the earliest I'll be able to manage), and my hope is to get up early enough to get to Costco and maybe even the grocery store before Quaker Meeting tomorrow. It'll be really tight, because Costco doesn't open until 9am, and Quaker Meeting is at 10:30am, so I have no idea if I'll be able to get it all done in time. Maybe I'll try ordering the groceries either for delivery or for pick-up tomorrow instead of going shopping, and see if that saves a bit of time. I'm also contemplating putting off the second Costco trip to Monday, when I will have all day before my night shift to get that done.

I bought extra meat and eggs today, and I'll be buying some extra pork chops tomorrow (unless I go Monday). I expect some prices will be skyrocketing once the new tariffs are in place. We're going to have to get used to doing more with less, I think, so I'm stocking up a little now and will be working on stretching our food more than I have been. I also need to get into the habit of making bread at home more often. I am actually bad at baking bread, but I have a bread machine, and that makes things considerably easier.

Once the groceries are dealt with, I need to vacuum pack all the meat into portions so I can freeze it (much easier than freezing all of it all at once), and make a bunch of shredded chicken to freeze as well, for future use. I've found that the boneless thighs from Costco lend themselves very well to shredded chicken, which I make in my Instant Pot. I must say that my Instant Pot has been one of my better purchases in the past few years. I think I got it in 2022, if memory serves, and I've been using it pretty much weekly ever since then. It's pretty fantastic for making food in a reasonably short amount of time. I also want to make some borscht because I have some beets and cabbage in the fridge that are likely to go bad if I don't use them up ASAP. KK won't eat the borscht (because beets) but I really love it and haven't made it in years, so that's what I've decided.

I also need to wet-block the Hubris Shawl, and if there's time after that I will get some seedlings started. I need to find somewhere to plug in the grow lights, as the outlet expander that KK installed on the current outlet doesn't accommodate the plugs for the grow lights. Luckily (?) KK has an entire Rubbermaid bin full of power adapters and power cords and outlet expanders, so I'm really hoping I'll find something suitable. Otherwise, I'm going to have to move around everything in this basement, which will be an absolute pain in my backside.

Okay, time to head to bed. I can't promise a more interesting update tomorrow, but there will be an update. ;)
mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (Default)

Honestly, this whole affair of having to work in order to eat and keep a roof over my head is really cramping my style. I could really do with being independently wealthy at this point.


I am mostly not a fan of having to go in to the office during my weekday shifts. I don't mind going in on evenings, nights, or weekends, but day shifts are the bane of my existence. The traffic is terrible, the parking is an absolute nightmare and costs a fortune, everyone is cranky about having to be in the office, and it's just generally not a good time.


On top of that, today I was voluntold at the last minute that I needed to practice a relocation drill with a sort-of-new employee, and I haaaaate relocation drills. It involves having to pack equipment into a heavy bag, forwarding phones, making a million phone calls, and then trudging with said heavy bag on foot for multiple blocks to a new building, and setting up the operations centre in our backup location. I do understand why it's necessary, but it's super annoying and I don't enjoy doing it.


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mousme: A view of a woman's legs from behind, wearing knee-high rainbow socks. The rest of the picture is black and white. (To Be)
Not necessarily in that order. Come to think of it, when all the craziness has died down I may well do a Sergio Leone rewatch. It's been a while since I enjoyed a good Spaghetti Western. :)


Nattering about the week that just went by and the week to come )

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