I have flu. The kind of flu where your feet are blocks of ice and the room spins, and you can watch nearly a season’s worth of The Tudors without once thinking “I should really look THAT up on Wikipedia.”
It’s day two of basically not being able to eat because now, in addition to the horrid stomach pain, nothing lingers long anyway. I am so dehydrated that every inch of me itches.
I have concluded that when I am feeling iffy healthwise in the future, I will not do yoga class three days in a row as I did this week, nor will I stay up late watching dreary anti-hero comic book movies.
The movie was The Dark Knight which probably could have been a whole lot shorter. Two things stood out. The Joker’s speech to Harvey in the hospital and Havery’s grief-induced “I hurt so I can be a shit if I wanna be” spree of violence.
Reminds me of Rick Santelli’s “spontaneous” Tea Party movement of late which actually turned out to be a carefully orchestrated plan of the Republican right wing’s increasingly strident attacks on the new administration. I don’t know about any of you, but the fact that the people “in charge” are pulling things like this in the name of preserving the disappearing status quo that constituted life in North America – worries me. Introduce a little chaos folks, and look what happens.
My faith in the wisdom of Canadians was shattered yesterday morning when the phone rang at just before 7 A.M. and it was the school bus driver informing us that the buses wouldn’t be running due to “inclement weather” which turned out to be not so much, but left us scrambling because BabyD already had Friday off due to in-service and there was no way she needed a four day weekend.
Oh, and I nearly erased a voice message from my late father that I had saved from my birthday in 2007. That produced tears, I can tell you. One of my biggest regrets is that I do not have my late husband on tape – voice or physically, and almost losing Dad’s voice was traumatic. Fortunately, Rob was able to retrieve it and we are transferring it to a computer file.
Writing is crawling. I think the combination of coming down with flu and the unrelenting winter weather is probably the root cause. I need a vacation, but as I have mentioned, the only thing coming up is the trip to Penticton at the end of the month. BabyD and I will be staying with Rob’s mom while he runs up to Revelstoke for the wedding of Shelley’s nephew. It’s not a kid friendly affair and the young man’s mother is having belated issues with Rob and I being married – which because she is a raging alcoholic makes it imperative that I not attend. But, a weekend in a tiny retirement condo trying to entertain BabyD is not my idea of a vacation – especially when it is a 12 hour drive through the mountains, in winter, to get there. Oh, the weather stands a 50-50 chance of being warmer than it is here, but it’s winter in the Canadian Rockies, folks, so I am not counting on it. Besides, Rob’s mom lives in the downtown. There is nothing to do outside and nowhere to go really.
I just need to hang on until May and our timeshare in Fairmont. And summer.
I amused myself a bit trying to plan a summer vacation. It has to be somewhere in Wisconsin though because we don’t feel like taking a marathon drive after the marathon it will take to get to Iowa. Oh yeah, I know, I had thought Blogher, but I am cooling rapidly on blogging. I love my blog. But I hate being thought a mommy-blogger and that is what Blogher glorifies. And I don’t see it as a way to further my fiction aspirations. It would be fun to see people, but I don’t need lessons in blogging.
Wisconsin in July though? Hotter and more humid than the lower levels of hell – if it were a real place. Hell, I mean, is a made up place. Wisconsin is real. My mom is from there.
But nothing is completely on or off the table because it’s only March and the world economy is still melting down and anything could happen and probably will, and I need to get to June first before I worry too much about summer, which doesn’t officially start until school lets out at the end of the month anyway.
And that’s it. Have a nice weekend, people.