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So, the past couple of days have been busy.
Thursday, I made a flourless coconut-chocolate cake (which I brought to work on Friday) in the early morning before I left for work.
I told my boss that I didn't want my contract extended a second time, so my last day is December first. (Which is odd, as Dec. 1st is a Monday -- so I'm guessing she meant Nov. 28th).
So I'll have to get in touch with my various agencies again about that.
Thursday night, I went with Sara to the LIX meeting. I heard a bit about Tone Cluster (the queer choir), which sounds like it could be fun -- it's a bigger choir than my alumni one (and, potentially, less prone to xian music, though I could be wrong), and it might be more okay for me to have the vibrato that I do.
So it might be worth a shot trying out.
I also had a fun chat with one of the Tone Cluster gals -- a goddess gal, too (YAY!) -- about rocks, and jewellery-making, and how I wanted to make pride jewellery that one can wear to the opera (yes, Commodorified, I'm totally snagging that idea and running with it). and she and another singer sounded quite enthusiastic about the idea. She said I should check out that shop... Soul ... er... Something Or Other. It's on Bank street, south of Sunnyside. She said I should check it out to see what kind of prices I can get away with charging.
Apparently 50% mark-up is standard.
Anyway. After that, we did a reiki thing -- a couple of people Sara knows are learning and wanted to practice on people, so we volunteered.
The fellow who was working on my did a really awful job.
I mean, it didn't help that I was having a bit of an off night.
Sara had said something that knocked me right into "ack" mode -- she had *meant* something totally different, which I found out after we got to her place and talked about it a bit, but I was basically just getting my breath back, so to speak, when these two turned up.
So I started the session off a little off-kilter. Not her fault, I hasten to point out.
Anyway.
Reiki is energy work.
It's someone else putting outside energy into your body.
This is typically results in the receiving person ending up feeling really relaxed and refreshed and so-on.
This is not what happened with me. (It was kind of awful, for a bunch of reasons. I'm posting a locked-post about it but, short version -- I was REALLY uncomfortable being touched by this guy, and the situation didn't make it easy -- quite the opposite -- for me to voice this, in-so-far as I'm currently capable of doing so at all).
Anyway.
After they left, Sara basically put me back together, and we had a chat about that stuff, and things were better by the time we went to sleep.
Yay, sleep. :-)
Anyway. Friday morning, she brought me into work on her bike (we stopped by my place so that I could put on extra layers and pick up the birthday cake) and we got in about forty minutes early, so we sat in the lobby and chatted for a while.
She asked, at one point, if I thought I'd stay in Canada, and I said: "Probably. It depends. If you end up moving, I might end up following you." Which made her smile. :-)
And work was basically eight hours of me going "what do I need to do tonight before the party?" while making photocopies and sending out registration forms. I served cake at 1pm. My boss got me flowers and a big, star-shaped balloon (it says "happy birthday" and is currently bobbing happily above my coat-rack).
I got home after work and basically Got Ready.
I re-dyed my hair (in "Black Currant" -- a garnier nutrisse colour that is basically dark purple, in-so-far as "dark auburn" is purple. It'll do. :-)
I shaved my legs (and have knicks all over them), repainted my finger- and toe-nails (have to redo the fingernails again, having washed the dishes this morning).
Then I got dressed. :-) I wore my lace cocktail dress, the one I (re-)made for her poetry concert, and my spiffy three-inch payless shoes.
Arndis and Tchang walked me over to the cafe -- and Tchang did the talking over the loudspeaker when he rang to let us in.
We walked up to the apartment. Her room-mate (and, on cafe nights, her Maitre D') answered the door.
When Sara saw me, she was suprised.
But she didn't realize, right off the bat that the huge party in the back was mine.
She thought I'd turned up, randomly, on a night when she was super-busy and/or without a reservation to my name.
Hehehe.
She she realized what was going on, she gave me a "you sneaky thing" smile.
Things went well.
I stayed the night, and explained why I'd decided to hold my birthday at her cafe.
Which I think must be what prompted the big hug and the "thanks for last night" comment, the next morning.
Though I'm not sure. (I asked, and all she'd tell me was "'Cause you're awesome". Which I'm not about to sneeze at).
Anyway. I left her place on Saturday at, like, 12:30 -- went directly to the Craft Store at South Keys (and dropped a heap of cash on jewelery supplies).
Aside from a few hours spent chez Idioglossia and Boozysmurf (at their fabulous new abode) I've been sleeping (thank goodness), writing (not enough), cleaning (dishes and recycling), and making jewellery (two pairs of earrings - one lightweight, easy and casual, the other very dressy and very heavy) for my sister's birthday present.
Now I switch off the computer and head out to the Slashers' brunch.
this afternoon will involve
1) Peanut-butter candy making
2) Waffle making (!!!) -- Tsivia got me a waffle iron[1]
3) Writing more Nano story (not at the write-in -- sorry).
- TTFN,
- Amazon.
[1] Which was technically a wedding gift, ahahaha, but which is now a freedom gift. I'm going to make Sara some vegan waffles when she's over on Monday!night/Tuesday!morning, since - having the day off - I can actually make her some breakfast!!! :-) Tsivia also got me FABULOUS three-inch, silver, open-toed mules, so I'm feeling VERY chic today. :-D
Thursday, I made a flourless coconut-chocolate cake (which I brought to work on Friday) in the early morning before I left for work.
I told my boss that I didn't want my contract extended a second time, so my last day is December first. (Which is odd, as Dec. 1st is a Monday -- so I'm guessing she meant Nov. 28th).
So I'll have to get in touch with my various agencies again about that.
Thursday night, I went with Sara to the LIX meeting. I heard a bit about Tone Cluster (the queer choir), which sounds like it could be fun -- it's a bigger choir than my alumni one (and, potentially, less prone to xian music, though I could be wrong), and it might be more okay for me to have the vibrato that I do.
So it might be worth a shot trying out.
I also had a fun chat with one of the Tone Cluster gals -- a goddess gal, too (YAY!) -- about rocks, and jewellery-making, and how I wanted to make pride jewellery that one can wear to the opera (yes, Commodorified, I'm totally snagging that idea and running with it). and she and another singer sounded quite enthusiastic about the idea. She said I should check out that shop... Soul ... er... Something Or Other. It's on Bank street, south of Sunnyside. She said I should check it out to see what kind of prices I can get away with charging.
Apparently 50% mark-up is standard.
Anyway. After that, we did a reiki thing -- a couple of people Sara knows are learning and wanted to practice on people, so we volunteered.
The fellow who was working on my did a really awful job.
I mean, it didn't help that I was having a bit of an off night.
Sara had said something that knocked me right into "ack" mode -- she had *meant* something totally different, which I found out after we got to her place and talked about it a bit, but I was basically just getting my breath back, so to speak, when these two turned up.
So I started the session off a little off-kilter. Not her fault, I hasten to point out.
Anyway.
Reiki is energy work.
It's someone else putting outside energy into your body.
This is typically results in the receiving person ending up feeling really relaxed and refreshed and so-on.
This is not what happened with me. (It was kind of awful, for a bunch of reasons. I'm posting a locked-post about it but, short version -- I was REALLY uncomfortable being touched by this guy, and the situation didn't make it easy -- quite the opposite -- for me to voice this, in-so-far as I'm currently capable of doing so at all).
Anyway.
After they left, Sara basically put me back together, and we had a chat about that stuff, and things were better by the time we went to sleep.
Yay, sleep. :-)
Anyway. Friday morning, she brought me into work on her bike (we stopped by my place so that I could put on extra layers and pick up the birthday cake) and we got in about forty minutes early, so we sat in the lobby and chatted for a while.
She asked, at one point, if I thought I'd stay in Canada, and I said: "Probably. It depends. If you end up moving, I might end up following you." Which made her smile. :-)
And work was basically eight hours of me going "what do I need to do tonight before the party?" while making photocopies and sending out registration forms. I served cake at 1pm. My boss got me flowers and a big, star-shaped balloon (it says "happy birthday" and is currently bobbing happily above my coat-rack).
I got home after work and basically Got Ready.
I re-dyed my hair (in "Black Currant" -- a garnier nutrisse colour that is basically dark purple, in-so-far as "dark auburn" is purple. It'll do. :-)
I shaved my legs (and have knicks all over them), repainted my finger- and toe-nails (have to redo the fingernails again, having washed the dishes this morning).
Then I got dressed. :-) I wore my lace cocktail dress, the one I (re-)made for her poetry concert, and my spiffy three-inch payless shoes.
Arndis and Tchang walked me over to the cafe -- and Tchang did the talking over the loudspeaker when he rang to let us in.
We walked up to the apartment. Her room-mate (and, on cafe nights, her Maitre D') answered the door.
When Sara saw me, she was suprised.
But she didn't realize, right off the bat that the huge party in the back was mine.
She thought I'd turned up, randomly, on a night when she was super-busy and/or without a reservation to my name.
Hehehe.
She she realized what was going on, she gave me a "you sneaky thing" smile.
Things went well.
I stayed the night, and explained why I'd decided to hold my birthday at her cafe.
Which I think must be what prompted the big hug and the "thanks for last night" comment, the next morning.
Though I'm not sure. (I asked, and all she'd tell me was "'Cause you're awesome". Which I'm not about to sneeze at).
Anyway. I left her place on Saturday at, like, 12:30 -- went directly to the Craft Store at South Keys (and dropped a heap of cash on jewelery supplies).
Aside from a few hours spent chez Idioglossia and Boozysmurf (at their fabulous new abode) I've been sleeping (thank goodness), writing (not enough), cleaning (dishes and recycling), and making jewellery (two pairs of earrings - one lightweight, easy and casual, the other very dressy and very heavy) for my sister's birthday present.
Now I switch off the computer and head out to the Slashers' brunch.
this afternoon will involve
1) Peanut-butter candy making
2) Waffle making (!!!) -- Tsivia got me a waffle iron[1]
3) Writing more Nano story (not at the write-in -- sorry).
- TTFN,
- Amazon.
[1] Which was technically a wedding gift, ahahaha, but which is now a freedom gift. I'm going to make Sara some vegan waffles when she's over on Monday!night/Tuesday!morning, since - having the day off - I can actually make her some breakfast!!! :-) Tsivia also got me FABULOUS three-inch, silver, open-toed mules, so I'm feeling VERY chic today. :-D
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