Found Everywhere, Commonplace

 At bar night last week Michael said something, realized that what he said hadn't been particularly intelligent, then said "I'm in great shape for trivia tomorrow night". I said "oh, are you guys doing trivia tomorrow night?" Then they all looked at me and I said "oh shit, am I doing trivia tomorrow night?"

We used to do trivia nights at a local restaurant called Stoneface Dolly's but it closed during Covid, which sucks, the couple that ran it was really nice. Our name was The Pugnacious Six - I just sat here for a few minutes trying to remember why; it was because each night was to raise money for a local charity, and the first one was a pug rescue. The next one was for brain injuries, so we toyed with changing out name to the Medulla Oblongatas, but the host couldn't pronounce it so we stayed pugnacious. On our way to trivia this time, I made some comment about someone being at Diminished Capacity, which became our new name (Dim Cap for short). It is usually six of us because a few people hate trivia and Matt is so often out of the country.

We tend to be a very robust group brain, while individually being exceedingly weak in some areas. Tony can tell you what year any song or movie came out. Mark and Matt are very strong in sports and geography. Collette and Dave are wild cards with really good general knowledge and Collette knows what all the British kings and queens look like on sight, which freaks me the hell out. I slay on literature and basically nothing else, although last time we did this I was very proud of the fact that I got a question about an actor's last name being what happens when you do his first name (Rip Torn).

There was a section with musical clues. The first clip was Cruel Summer by Bananarama, which we got because we are old. The second one started, and we were all looking around blankly, then the chorus started and I realized I knew it, at the same time that Michael realized he knew it, and then looked really dismayed that we all saw him recognizing it, because it was Cruel Summer by Taylor Swift and Michael prides himself on his sophisticated musical taste (we call it "he hates anything that has a melody"). The third one was some rap thing we didn't know - we thought it might be another Cruel Summer, but it was not. 

It's a fun mix of questions with different themes and ways of asking. One section had the categories listed and as soon as I saw "Merchant-Ivory films" I knew I had to remember the author of Howard's End and A Passage to India, and I was briefly seized by the terror that I would not be able to summon it up, because if I fail at a lit question you guys, I really have nothing to offer. Fortunately it came to me, PLUS I learned the fun new fact that he briefly served as a private secretary to a maharajah, which seems like a fun thing to be able to put on a resume. 

To demonstrate how much people who are good at one category can suck at another, Collette and I kept trying to answer Kenya for which country's national dance was tinikling, which is dancing between long bamboo poles, until Michael pointed out that the bamboo made it more likely to be an Asian country than an African one (goddammit, I just looked it up and bamboo DOES grow in Kenya, our wrong answer was still possible, screw you Michael). I looked up a Youtube video of tinikling and got a broken ankle just watching. I wish I could think of someone else guessing something dumb. Alas, I cannot, unless you count Collette thinking a picture of Kumail Nanjiani was a picture of "the Indian guy from the Big Bang Theory". I am faceblind but remember names, and Tony knows faces but not names, so he said "no, that's the guy from The Big Sick", which was all I needed - see? Unbeatable group brain. 

Oh! I have another one that I got by guessing. It was film titles that were Latin phrases, and the only one we didn't know was a 1951 film starring Deborah Kerr and the title meant 'where are you going?' I pulled Quo Vadis out of somewhere while everyone else was still stuck on Veni Vidi Vici. 

I can't quite figure out why I enjoy trivia nights so much when I invariably end up feeling dumb and embarrassed multiple times throughout the evening. It's so satisfying when you actually get one? The endless lure of possibility? We did win, although we did so badly on the last section that Michael said he felt like we didn't deserve it. He said this multiple times, actually, until I told him to shut up and drink his giant Oktoberfest beer. 

This is Dave, however, not Michael.

Five For Friday

 1. Firstly, I feel like I somewhat unfairly maligned my entire vet practice because of one less-than-pleasant visit that wasn't even the most recent one. Most of the ones we've seen have been perfectly lovely, coo over how adorable Lucy is, and only mention her weight in the context of chihuahuas tending to have luxating patellas. There is body positivity, and then there is the fact that weight can be tough on the joints (is there a chance I am over-identifying with my dog's weight issues? Nooooo). But during Covid, I took her in, and even though they had been letting people in masked, for whatever reason they did not want me to come inside this day, and I had no car because the vet is so close we had walked over. So I meandered around the snowy parking lot feeling like a dork, until the doctor called me and fairly unpleasantly said Lucy's weight and teeth were terrible, clearly implying that I was an unfit vet owner. So that sucked. And unfortunately I don't know what that particular veterinarian's name is, so every time we go in I'm a little on edge that we might get her again. 

2. Matt said he would give me a piece of art for my birthday for over the mantle. I mean "art" because our kids are just out of university. The other three sides of the room have smaller framed photos or objects, so I wanted a large piece to kind of tie it together. Collette (HI COLLETTE) told me about Allposters.com because I liked a piece that she had gotten. It seemed a little overwhelming, but I was able to narrow it down pretty quickly. 

I ended up with this one.

It works on a few levels. Firstly, I just really liked it immediately. Secondly, I've always liked Paul Klee. Thirdly, it matches my curtains. When I was younger I would not have admitted that that last one was in play, but I am older and less inclined to try to impress people with a level of sophistication and worldliness that I do not, in actuality, possess. There is a certain indefinable aesthetic that I have seen in other houses that I love, but I've never been able to get there. We still have to hang the picture properly, but it makes me very happy every time I see it.

3. A skunk sprayed next door and our neighbours blocked Lucy and Riley's door in the fence while they weren't letting Riley out in their back yard until it rained or they could cut the grass and rake it up. And we were in a drought. The dogs were massively unimpressed. Generally Lucy scampers over there and inveigles herself into their house several times a day, and Riley does the same over here. Last week Matt let her out just as we were about to leave for bar night before I could advise him not to. We waited. We yelled for her. We waited some more. We yelled some more. Finally I texted my neighbour and asked her to send my asshole dog who has a more exciting social life than I do home. Matt commented that it is much like when Eve and Victoria from next door (who was born less than a week before Eve) were four to seven years old - we frequently didn't know exactly where they were, but it was in one of the two houses. 

I have now spent a ridiculous amount of time looking for photos of Little Eve and Little Victoria together but they predate phone photos. I did find one of Little Lucy and Little Riley (who is Lucy's sister from the previous litter). 

Eve and Vic at The Lumineers in February 2020, just before everything went kablooey.

4. While I was looking through hundreds of photos, I found this one of Eve with Marianna wrapped in bubble wrap. 

5. More memes from my favourite meme place, which I might have already posted, but hey, maybe your memory is as bad as mine!

My Face is My Fortune, That's Why I'm Totally Broke

 That has nothing to do with this post, the song has just been running through my head since I read Nicole's latest post. The alternate post title is "Friday Randoms, Oops Ha Ha It's Only Thursday." It's been rainy most of the week and the hood is a little foggy this morning, as is my mind. 

Lucy had a vet appointment. She went from this

To this

WTF Allison

She hasn't been to this vet in over two years, and she takes a car ride of the same length many mornings, so how did she know to start whining the second we pulled up in front of the animal hospital door? HOW?

I used to go places with babies, and I am way out of practice for juggling a small living being, my purse, my car keys and whatever else, and I felt like a hot mess. 

The vet was lovely. I said I thought Lucy seemed to hop on her leg a little bit when walking, and the vet asked "on the surgery side?" and I said "yeeeees... honestly, once the hair grew back I sometimes can't remember which side it was." But she examined all four legs and said they seemed fine. We usually get weight-shamed, but Lucy is actually down .2 of a kg, whoo-hoo! So much better than the time the vet was extremely bitchy and the weight gain seemed weirdly high, and then I remembered Matt had left his plate unguarded and she had gotten a giant piece of beef wellington the day before - once she pooped she was back in normal weight range.

I finally got her back in her carrier, and then couldn't find my car keys. Which were in my hand.

I forgot to get yogurt at the grocery store yesterday and I have somehow become someone who can't not have yogurt every day, so I went to the grocery store and left Lucy in her carrier in the car while I dashed in for yogurt. After I paid and started walking out I suddenly thought I had left the yogurt at the check-out. Because it was now in the cloth bag I was carrying, and not clutched against my chest.

I got six solid hours of sleep last night, I don't know WHAT to blame this on.

No wait! Maybe I do. I commented on one of Suzanne's Dinners This Week posts that I was cooking short rib and later in the week had ground beef and steak, and joked that maybe my iron was low again. Ha HA, joke's on me, guess what the email from my doc a mere two days later said about my iron and B12? She also said she'd phoned a prescription for supplements in to my pharmacy, which of course they professed to have zero knowledge of when I went in because they SUCK like a vampire that would be anemic if it tried to sustain itself on me. Until I muster up the strength to deal with that, I will be napping with Lucy, who is either traumatized or dreaming of all the liver treats the vet plied her with. Liver treats - those are probably high in iron, right? 

First Week Back at Work

 My first week at work was weird, as it always is, not really in a bad way. At some point in the summer I wake up in a panic thinking I've just forgotten to go in for four weeks.

The first couple of weeks there are no classes because we need time to get all the class barcodes from the office and get them organized, and teachers need to pick a library slot. Given the way their days are chopped up by homeroom, switching classes, gym class, blended learning and prep, it's a miracle that the schedule somehow comes together. 

It's always a little strange being in the library for hours with no students coming in. In one library we put all the books from displays up on high shelves for the summer to keep them safe, so the first day is a lot of lifting and sorting and re-making displays. In another library the main librarian retired last year, and left a bunch of bins of books which the new librarian and I were uncertain about, so I did a bunch of scanning and sorting. 

There's something Zen and calming about placing all the books neatly, with books from the same series all together, and then there's something equally agreeable about the chaos left after six classes come rampaging through and all that's left is an upside-down copy of Dog Man: Mothering Heights and a few tattered Diary of a Wimpy Kids.

Once all of that was done, I started looking around at other places I could do displays. At one school there is a shelf of student-made robots. I looked up robot books in the catalogue. One was called amour chez les robots, and it was late afternoon and I hadn't talked to another person for hours and I was getting wingy so I texted our friends WhatsApp that I was afraid my library was harbouring robot porn.

They were there for me, like they always are.

Then I sent them pictures of the robots.

Then I told myself "do not put the robots in sexual positions. Do NOT put the robots in sexual positions."

Then of course...

I put the robots in sexual positions.

I put the robots back to normal before ending up with one of the weirdest "how I got fired" stories ever.

I couldn't find the amour chez les robots book, so Collette looked it up.

Tony shut down our juvenile speculation and held up the feminist end of things.

I made a pretty book display and called it a day, which was probably best for everyone. 

It was my parents' birthdays (three days apart) on the weekend. Since our anniversary falls right between their birthdays, you'd think we would habitually remember our anniversary. But we do not. In fact, I have joked about us never remembering our anniversaries, had someone look a bit pained, and said "it's September 21st today, isn't it?" (she said "I wasn't going to say anything!")

I always enjoy this Facebook memory.

And this one. When we were getting stuff ready for our wedding, my Mom asked what we wanted to give for favours. She said "you should think of something that makes them think of you", and I said "like nuts?" She thought I was joking, but then her older German friend said that she thought it was hilarious, so I painted little plant pots and put tealights in them, then attached a little bag of pistachios and the tag said "nuts to you from Matt and Allison".

My sister and her husband came for the weekend. We talked and laughed and went out for dinner and the weather was beautiful - we sat in the backyard all day Sunday. It was perfect. 

Five For Friday: Now Randomer Than Ever

 1. I am still in and out of responding to comments in the comments - sometimes I forget, sometimes it doesn't thread properly and annoys me. Some answers to recent questions/comments: I was heretofor unaware of the Scrub Mommy and her (presumed) main squeeze, Scrub Daddy. Now I wish I'd bought one for myself. Also, I am wondering if the Scrub Mommy was created in complaints to only having a Scrub Daddy being sexist (and also oblivious to who, traditionally, statistically does most of the scrubbing). Eve IS very frugal and careful about what she buys, even with my money. 

Does Angus only hang out with handsome, strapping young men? They are usually on a baseball team or colleagues now, who kind of work out for a living, so I guess? When he was home he used to come to my room shirtless to talk to me and grab the upper door frame and lean forward and I would tell him to stop Captain America-ing at me.

Backwards baseball cap is suitable for a staff picture - dream job or what?

Back to the apartment building we put my parents on the wait list for: Common Household Mom was understandably concerned that we be informed on when an apartment becomes available, and reassuringly when the manager was writing down my parents' phone number and email address my mom said "can you put in bold letters CALL ALLISON FIRST?" So we are good on that front. 

2. After some wobbly days, I had a really great week. I went to see The Indigo Girls and Melissa Etheridge at the folk festival with Pam and Sonia. I saw Melissa at Bluesfest a few years ago and have been longing to see her again, and my friend Janet took me to the Indigo Girls for my birthday thirty-ish years ago, and was there too, on the other side of the stage. It was sublime. Melissa Etheridge ninja-ed in for the last chorus of Kid Fears, which made me cry, then she had the Indigo Girls come out to do Sleep While I Drive with her and I cried again. 

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I also watched a really good movie with Collette Friday night - nominally a horror movie but really a trauma metaphor, really well done. 

3. Sunday I went for brunch with Holly and Nat who have the same birthday as each other and my mom, a week early because I will be with my mom this weekend. 

And last night I had dinner with Di and Jody and Angela, friends that I have solely because my daughter is really good at picking friends with kick-ass moms. Jody told the waiter we are Sad Moms because we're friends because of our kids who have all moved away. I said we should maybe switch our story to 'we met when some master criminal was assembling a team for a bank job' to sound less pathetic. You know when you have a three and a half hour dinner that you have some shit to discuss. 

I'm really close to perfecting the half-my-head selfie.

4. We showed up for bar night and our friend Dave, who is sweet and very funny and always keeps things interesting (get you a Dave and a Collette if you want your friend group to always be trying new things, many of which will make you look like an ass, but will also be theoretically be forming the shit out of new synapses and keeping your brain young) had decided that we should all sit in different spots from our usual. Is it odd that we always sit in the same spots? I'm not sure. It's a round table, so it's pretty good for everyone being able to converse with everyone. Anyway, we shifted positions. We made a brief stab and everyone taking on the attributes of whoever's seat we were sitting in, which was unfortunate for me because I was now a basketball-coaching high school physics teacher (I did dazzle them with my knowledge of a kilogram now being defined in terms of Planck's Constant). 

Wrong, all wrong

The conversation is always free-flowing, although sometimes a theme develops. This time, someone mentioned a cast member from MASH, and then someone else said it was a long time before they realized that Trapper John M.D. was the same Trapper John that was in MASH, and I said I was today years old when I realized that. Then there was a protracted, hilarious, fairly embarrassing flurry of trying to remember who played who, further complicated by people confusing the movie MASH with the tv show MASH, and then figuring out who was still alive (Collette has thought Ben Kingsley was dead for the last ten years but is finally over it, but she refused to believe that Jamie Farr is still alive).

Anyway, it was like giving a toddler four rolls of toilet paper to unroll, we were all having a merry time, and then another (smaller) group of people that is also there every Tuesday stopped by on their way out of the bar, and the man leaned towards us with a very serious look on his face and said "you can't be doing this", and he meant sitting in different seats because their group was all confused every time they looked over at us. We laughed a lot, although once they left we agreed that if we had known we were being observed we might have tried to elevate our conversation a little.

5. I thought peaches were over and was unhappily resigned. My personality for most of August is peaches. When there are blueberries I have peaches and blueberries for breakfast every day, but I am also good with just peaches. I got one more basket at Farm Boy on Thursday.

We had some delightfully brisk fall weather, and then some more summer-like heat, which of course many people who are not me were very happy about, but today is sunny but cool. I take every opportunity to read in the back yard because I think being outside as much as possible helps my mood.

The Day After Driving Eve Back to Hamilton

Given Eve's new location in Hamilton, there is a new Marriott we will probably stay at while visiting her now (all Marriott all the time for us because of Matt's ridiculous buttload of hotel points) which is walking distance. I was a little nervous driving to it after dropping Eve back at her apartment after dinner because I don't love downtown driving in the dark, but it was very close. The first thing that felt weird was having to turn left on a big wide street with bus shelters in the middle of it, but because it was a one-way street I was turning into what very much felt like it should be a lane of oncoming traffic. After checking the big arrow sign multiple times, I did turn. I was able to pull up to the curb outside the hotel while I went in to check in and once again didn't get ticketed or towed. The underground parking door was the size of a postage stamp, but I managed to get in unscathed.

The room was fine. I didn't sleep terribly well, but I hadn't expected to. Eve had said she wanted to get a fairly early start in the morning, but when I dragged myself out of bed and texted her she confessed that she had been over-estimating how chipper she would feel, so we got underway around ten.

I parked in the lot beside her building and went up. She had moved a few more things and I noted them all approvingly. There was one lamp Matt had packed for her from home thinking they would get a new shade for it at IKEA, but there wasn't one, so I said I would take it down to the car when we went and stick it in preparatory to bringing it back home. 

We accidentally both wore green, and a woman in Tim Hortons said we were gorgeous so I love her. I said her baby was really cute, which it was, but I would have said that even if it was ugly.

Then we left the apartment, locked the door and got in the elevator and I said "huh, I forgot the lamp". Eve said "I also didn't bring any cloth bags". Would going back immediately have made the most sense? Indubitably. Is that what we did? Lol, no. We went off bagless, knowing full well that our rule when we do this is that we're not allowed to get any plastic bags. According to Eve, this is okay for anything up to three kleenex boxes - any more than that and you risk becoming a spectacle - but rules are rules.

We went to Canadian Tire for a few last kitchen things and a toilet plunger, the Bulk Barn and Dollar Store for spices and little spice bottles, Costco for snacks and pesto and toilet paper, and the grocery store for a first grocery order.

The only time carrying everything without bags was dicey was in the Dollar Store, and I told the clerk that we would take a bag if it was a pain in her butt for us to gather everything up, but she was totally into it and helped us stack everything in cooking pans or hanging baskets. 

Eve doesn't usually make impulse purchases - even when I'm paying - so I was totally up for springing for a Scrub Mommy.

When we got back to her place, we filled up our purses and pockets with everything that would fit, and after our first trip up brought down grocery bags for the rest. Then I put the lamp right in front of the door so I wouldn't be able to leave without walking into it. 

We had dinner and a swim at the hotel, and the next morning I drove by to give her a hug before I drove home (listening to the Legally Blonde soundtrack the whole way. But I swear I will be over it any day now.)