Bus'n here now

Buys I'm telling you now. I made some deadly soup today with all home grown vegetables and I'm bloated on two heaping bowls. I'm pretty sure they are two pint bowls. Hold on I'll check ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬``¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ Oh my goodness! No wonder I'm hurtin. Sure I ate at least 2L of soup, and a drink ta boot. I'd undo my belt and unbutton my shirt, but my pants are half off me with nar belt, and I only got an undershirt on. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ Well, it tasses like Chirstmas I think, and I happen to have a weakness for Christmas. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ Starting to feel a little napish now. Tongue's burnt from testing the soup. I know I should have left that big chunk of potato alone. I wonder if the aloe plant in the kitchen will be soothing at all? ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ I really wanted to do something productive today but I didn't have it in me. I just felt like I should be doing something, but I couldn't come up with what that thing was. I thought it was "Clean your room for Jesus." But she's spic and span now, and I still feel like something is missing. I'm thinking about when I felt like this in the past and I'm pretty sure it's related to sleep. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ Last night I was up late doing some writing and I was feeling good. I slept well, but not a full 8 hours, though I've been aiming for 7 these days and feeling good with that. It was more like 5 hours, then up for 20 min and back for another hour after my client decided to stay in bed another hour. I think the 2:30pm lie in threw off his system; though he sleeps like the tilt all day long, God love um. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ I got up and felt alert, but I felt some guilt, or anxiety. Well, not really that, but it's the feeling you get when you know you should do your home work but are not too excited about the idea. Maybe I felt like I should do some exercise, have everything lined up for my trip to Italy. I'm pretty on top of that stuff, so maybe it's just sleep. I also get the feeling when I have been off work for too long, but I'm working 24/7 sure. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ Enough about that. I'm too caught up in Christmas. Sleepover at Fosts house, watching movies and playing video games. laughing over a cup of egg nog and falling asleep in front of the fire place. Clementines and cheery cake, dipping home made bread toast in hot chocolate while mom takes off my skates, toes frozen from a day spent out on our backyard rink. A phone call from my big cousin Jamie from across the road, he wants to go up the pole line on behind my house on GT, and I'm too young to realize he either had nobody else to call, or his mother put him up to it. Ignorance is bliss, and I'm elated. The only time I'm ever up there the same time as he and Steve is when we just happened to run into them. If there was ever some dog poo around Steve would stand about 5 feet away from it and call me to come over. I never caught on, and I don't even know if I knew what was happening half the time. Whatever, I'm sure it was frozen poo anyways. !¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ The smell of spruce tree when I walked in the door after school. Early evenings, where there was always enough snow to start making a fort, but never enough patience to finish. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ We always had this green plastic cup under the bathroom sink, with a Kraft Peanut butter bear on the front. Whenever I was out playing in my snow suit and needed to pee,my mother would bring down the cup so I didn't have to go any farther than the porch. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ Grade one gift exchange at school and I happened to bring the coolest gift. I don't know how the odds worked out, but I ended up with my own. I was stoked, but Jeremy Spence ended up with his own as well, and his just happened to be the worst gift. A story book about Santa, not impressive. The teacher made us exchange and I was so jealous as I watched him stick a suction cup to the window and propel an action figure into his desk. So many cookies on that last day of school. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ I wake up too early on Christmas day so I go out and watch Tiny Toons, and Shake Rattle and Role. I probably could have done with some more sleep, but you don't miss it until after the gifts are opened anyways. ¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬¬ Christmas is huge, and I have books worth of memories, but these are some of the more obscure ones that come to mind. Gone for a walk now.