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When a Lump of Coal Turns Into a Fig

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 This kind of fig , since I've made this post title inscrutable to anyone not in the FIG club.  It's been a bit of a tough week. I'm in the middle of a two-and-a-half-week husbandless stretch, on the heels of a six-month period when he's been gone about half the time. I'd like to think that I am a strong independent woman, but little parts of my body and brain and house and car keep catching fire or shutting down, and I am feeling demoralized and incompetent. An incomplete list of fuckery includes 27 cm of snow over three days - friend's son and neighbour and Sam the Plow Guy all helped, but I tried to shovel a bit more than I could handle, which made my lower back and tweaked knee worse, a badly cut finger due to my own stupidity (don't ask - at least it's not on the middle finger I need to put in my contact this time), a dead car battery twice, a clogged sink, and a worsening sense of dread and gloom. I've had issues with my knee in the past, but i...

Friday FJIG Diaries

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 I have been reminded what FIG is meant to stand for, which is Finding Joy in Gratitude. I have come to like and admire Elisabeth enormously, so I am going to overlook her rather egregious erasure of a major word like JOY in the service of a more appealing acronym. I mean, I get it: Fresh Figs has more of a ring than, say, Let's All Fdance a Fjig, or A Cruise of the Norwegian Fjigs. So I will fall in line. February 8 - A nice sunny walk with Lucy, and a picture that captures a blep in the wild - Our annual Valentine's Day Dinner: Guys Cook. Matt's green soup, wedge salad on a skewer and steak frites bites, Dave's shrimp linguine, Mark's cod cake, crab cake and scallop cake with sauces, Tony's quarter duck festive special (that's a Swiss Chalet reference, for the Americans among you), and Michael's I forgot to ask which kind of cake but it was amazing. One of the highlights of the night was Michael insisting on consuming every bit of the monstrous wedge o...

Books Read in 2024: Five-Stars THE END

I usually try to have these reviews done by the end of January, which I realize is already late. But in the spirit of my radical self-acceptance endeavour for this winter, I am telling myself it is FINE. Husband is off on his Rome-to-Bali trip - eleven flights over the next 17 days. We're supposed to get 30-40 cm of snow Wednesday night and Thursday. Last time he went away we had snow coming also. When we get blizzarded when he's away I usually use the Touchplow app if I'm not able to stay ahead of the shoveling - I don't mind shoveling, but with the state of my back and my hands I'm not able to stay ahead of the big snow dumps right now. I couldn't sign into the app and I was a bit concerned, and then I gave my head a shake and googled "Ottawa one-time snow removal" - and lo, a veritable plethora of services appeared. Somewhat surprisingly, the very first one I came across didn't appear on the list of 8 best - go figure that something called Plow ...

Friday FIG Diaries

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 I am going to see if I remember what FIG stands for (Flying Iguana Garage? Federal Imaginary Gorilla? February Images of Glue?) while I write this post, and if I don't I will consult Elisabeth 's blog. February 1st is my sister's birthday. This sneaks up on me even worse than Eve's birthday (today), so I often am scrambling to text on the right day and I never get the gift there on time. Until this year. I got her a book and some Nerds gummy clusters. February 2 - After a few quite bad pain days, woke up with much less pain. Husband got home from California in the morning and we had a really nice conversation while I was still in bed and he was standing in the doorway, and then he had a shower and came and napped while I read and it was lovely. February 3 - Not gonna lie, it was a rough day. I got almost no sleep overnight, felt like absolute shite getting up for work, and all day if I reached for something I knocked something over, if I took a cap off something it end...