Figure Skaters Dancing in My Head

You know you’re not quite average when you have figure skaters spinning, twirling and dancing in your head as you listen to the radio. I don’t know why I see figure skaters. It’s better than dead people. I also see other dancers, the odd baton twirler and ballerina too. Usually it’s those girls on their skates though. I don’t mind them. But, it does seem funny. I guess it’s cause I do like watching figure skating and I did figure skate as a kid, a really long time ago. Does anyone else see people dancing on or off the ice when they listen to music?

The GoodWill Book Grrl Under the Stairs

I attended the Toronto BookCrossing monthly meeting today. I actually got there this time. No last minute phone call from my sister and I did not let myself cramp out even though I was feeling pretty zoned out on the bus trip there. I had a good time. It was really expensive, I was not expecting to spend $20 for a club sandwich and coffee. With the tip you are auto charged and the bank machine fee (cause they don’t give you that option either) it came to just over $20. I was hugely not impressed with that. The bank machine thing is a scam and so is the tip thing. That was the only thing that peeved me about the day though.

I liked the BookCrossing people and I will go again next month. I was happy that almost all the books I brought were taken home by someone. It was interesting that people belittled the paranormal romances yet they were interested in them too. I think it’s just not something you feel comfortable taking seriously. Like reading a Harlequin Romance, there is a stereotype about lonely, desperate or old women who read such a thing. It’s silly, but it’s out there. I was interested in hearing people talk about the books and their adventures in general. I tried not to blab too much cause I’m never sure if I’m blabbing too much. I’ve been told I’m too quiet and yet when I do talk I feel like I’m butting in and taking over the conversation.

On the way home I took photos of some old buildings and trim of old buildings. See below. I walked down to Church Street, some exercise but not a lot cause it’s muddy and I was wearing longish pants which likely got as muddy as my shoes were getting. Interesting that it was grey clay mud though. I sometimes wonder about the dirt and other things (maybe old relics, graves and remains of trees/ caves/ etc) which are underground, under the city. So much could be buried forever cause it’s highly unlikely Toronto will move so we can take a good look. Yet, as long as it has been a traffic centre for the white settlers it was likely busy earlier for other peoples. Usually there is a reason a city develops in a certain location.

Anyway, I stopped at GoodWill along the way, on Gerrard and Coxwell. That Gerrard streetcar goes past two GoodWill stores. How lovely! The store I went to today was a good one, lots of books. Its a shame I was there only an hour or less before they were trying to close. I had a good look at the books but only a little of anything else. Of course, I bought more books. Don’t tell my brother. It was silly to buy anything. I’m getting down to the money crunch and it’s not even half way through the month. I got fed up with money worries though and I knew when I walked into the GoodWill I was just thumbing my nose at all of it. I can regret it later when I’m eating tomato soup for a week. Not that that will hurt, certainly makes it easy to drop more pounds.

I found one hard cover book about women writing journals/ diaries, Reading Between the Lines. It’s even by a Canadian, Betty Jane Wylie. She also wrote The Write Track for Canadian freelance writers. I have that one, on my shelf of books I have only browsed so far. I think I need at least one more life to read everything I have wanted to read.

The people upstairs have people over, noisy people. No loud music so far but they are not making any effort as far as their usual stomping around and dragging furniture over the floors. To continue calling them elephants is unfair to the animals. But, this began before I left for the BookCrossing meeting and is still ongoing even now that I have been back a couple of hours. I hope they don’t plan on keeping this up late into the night again. I guarantee if the music goes on I will be switching off the power. Bite me! There is no need to be so inconsiderate when they know I am living here. Take off your damned shoes and pick up your feet!!

I think I will give them until 10:00 before the power goes off. Depending on how long I can last before I get a headache this time. Or, I may just find myself in an evil mood… I’m kind of looking forward to their surprise when the music suddenly goes off.

The Trouble with Elephants

The elephants upstairs decided to have the music on really loud again tonight. I waited till after 9:00, nearly an hour after it began. In the meantime my brother phoned and said he could hear them from on the phone. He thought they were hammering something. But, no, they were just jumping around. He said he would call and tell them to tone it down. I don’t know if he did or not. But, a short time later the music started, LOUDLY.

I couldn’t hear the TV over it. Not that I have the TV loud as it was background while I was writing. Anyway, it was just after 8:00 and I decided to wait and see if they kept going after 9:00. They do have a little kid and it is a weekday for school. But, at 20 after 9:00 I was getting a headache. So I went up there and knocked on the door. No one answered. I knocked again. I knocked louder guessing they couldn’t hear over their own loud noise pollution. After waiting I banged on the door. After still waiting I banged again. Then I banged steadily for a longer period of time. No one answered even then. So I pounded on the door. No answer. I pounded again and finally George came to the door. He knew why I was there.

It’s not that they are consistently loud, just a few times that it has come to the point where I’ve become angry and gotten enough of a headache to go up there. George told me never to knock on their door again. He said it twice. That ticked me off. I’m still angry. I wouldn’t need to come up there if they didn’t create the problem. But, no problem. What George has not thought of is that I have the electrical power down here in the basement. I don’t NEED to knock on the door to get them to turn down the music. Moron! Next time I will just flip the switch and they can sit there in the dark and I can have the quiet.

I don’t mind shutting down the computer, I can go to bed early. When they come down here asking to be let in to turn the power on I will give him his own famous last words right back. “Don’t knock on this door again.” They are a month behind on the rent still. The brother (mine) is thinking to just pack it up and sell the house. Dumping them out. Me too. I don’t want to move again. But, I don’t feel I’m really getting anywhere living here either. Still, it has kind of begun to feel like I live here. A place that is mine, in some way. I will miss that.

Sagittarius and Other Stuff

What kind of friend are you?

Generous to a fault and very helpful, you evidently make a good friend. If friends follow your advise they will be happy. Yes, you can guide them very well. Your intuition comes into full play in friendship. You will do more for them than they do for you. Even if your friends fail you — and many of them will — there will be no resentment and hatred. But your own prejudices will blind you on many occasions. With Sagittarius likes and dislikes are intense.

Your birth number…

6 The romantic
6’s are idealistic and need to feel useful to be happy. A strong family connection is important to them. Their actions influence their decisions. They have a strong urge to take care of others and to help. They are very loyal and make great teachers. They like art or music. They make loyal friends who take the friendship seriously. 6’s should learn to differentiate between what they can change and what they cannot.

Which tree did you spring from?

Fig tree: (the Sensibility) – very strong, a bit self-willed, independent, does not allow contradiction or arguments, loves life, its family, children and animals, a bit of a social butterfly, good sense of humor, likes idleness and laziness, of practical talent and intelligence.

Surname profile…

You give off vibes of lazy sensuality. You enjoy being romanced, wined, and dined. ? Hmmm? You are very happy to receive gifts as an expression of the affection of your lover. You want to be pampered and know how to pamper your mate. ? Hmmm? You are private in your expression of endearments, and particular when it comes to lovemaking. You will hold off until everything meets with your approval. You can control your appetite and abstain from sex if need be. You require new sensations and experiences. You are willing to experiment.

As a bonus, you have to look at this one. It’s really strange but the pictures are moving – an optical illusion.

Christmas Charm

It seems early for Christmas but the stores have been doing Christmas since before Halloween. Kind of overly desperate in a commerical way. At least they don’t start playing Christmas music until after Remeberance Day. So, you should be expecting it soon.

I found this charm bracelet on a site called Sweet Romance. I don’t wear jewellry I just like glittery, shiny things.

Christmas trees are my favourite Xmas thing. I should see lots of them in retail displays once I cruise downtown to the Eatons Centre. I guess they still call it that, I plan to stick with it anyway.