Usually, I attempt to update you guys in the blogging world, every month but I’m sure I haven’t actually done that in a few months. So, it’s summer words because well, summer is almost over and I never updated until today.
I kind of dread the end of summer as much as I love it. There is a freedom and carelessness to summer, no other season has. People relax in the deck, on the patio; they go to beaches and sometimes house boating; they visit and explore foreign places; and those who never relax stay home and sleep in, get a few things taken care of around the house, or not.
Typically, I take a summer vacation somewhere, but I found out this year I had waited much to long to book flights using my airmiles. And the Canadian dollar was down as compared to the US dollar, so the dollar was too low to consider a trip there.
I wanted to go somewhere fresh this year. Somewhere I haven’t visited or haven’t been in a while. I have never actually visited around Vancouver and it’s been ten-years since I visited Quebec City. I feel as if those are both great options for a fall vacation.
If the dollar improved, Las Vegas is always an option, but sticking with the theme of visiting new places, I would like to go to San Francisco or Seattle. There are a few different places I’ve read blogs on or heard about, which I would enjoy seeing in those cities. Not to mention, pretty much anywhere you go, unique food and shopping are always worth the trip.
I’m day dreaming of a European trip. I’ve narrowed it down to the country of Italy for now. I know the cities I wish to see. I only have to arrange everything, decide where I’m going to stay, and arrange when and which attractions I want to see — oh and there’s always the money issue too. But minor detail lol.
Because of my health, I think it would be a good idea to spend a week in each city, maybe a bit more so I have days to use to do nothing in case I need them. So, a month to two-months for a trip to Italy, and who to take with me?
Anyways, that’s future dreams. Lately, not feeling as well. All around, I feel drained. Maybe, I’m doing too much? But I don’t think so. Maybe, it’s another slump in my health? Or perhaps, I’m only having a bad week or two? The humidity in the air often makes me tired, almost sick at times. But I didn’t think it was so bad in Edmonton this summer as compared to other summers. However, I get through it because, I always do.
Summer has been spent doing a bit of shopping in July as it was my birthday month. I looked at my finances and have been trying to better arrange them, considering retirement, life insurance, and accidental death insurance. Not that I think anything bad will occur to me soon, but we don’t always know so I’m trying to be prepared as best as I can for my future and my family.
I’m into this application on my IPad called Wattpad. It’s a great way to see what other writers are writing and see the quality or lack there of, for different genres of books. I’m doing the second draft of How Was Last Night For You? on Wattpad. I’m happy with it so far and have had Yinglan’s helpful support as she also has some work on there I’m helping her proof. The newly arranged chapters of my book and the sequence of events so far is available in chapters one through nine, and you can check it out at the above link.
I had to completely redo chapter nine, so it might be a bit sketchy yet, but things are coming. The novel is developing slowly, even though I never even conceived it would get this far when I started writing a couple of years ago.
But due to the novel, and doing a being proofread of my Uncle’s historical book on his family, I’ve been hugely busy. #WordhighJuly was great and well done by our hosts Rosema and Maria; but it was also time consuming.
So, I have to apologize, I haven’t been able to read and comment on as many posts as I like. In order to not overwhelm myself, I think I will have to consciously, only comment on a few of your posts, each week. I’m ecstatic to have more followers, but I don’t want to forget old friends. I feel it is necessary to comment but it takes time. I’ll work it out.
Don’t worry. But if you don’t see me, I’m off trying to get more poems and fiction published. And I’m probably, working on putting my novel together so I have a manuscript worthy of a good editor. Lately, as I mentioned, not feeling so well, prevents me from completing tasks, I would like to do as well.
Also, as I’ve mentioned before there’s a masters program I want to apply for. Lately, I’m not sure about it. It’s been a dream for the past few years, but I’m not sure about it. I like to learn, and to build my knowledge of writing. I’m not sure if that’s best done in the classroom or through real-life experience. But just the same, I’ve always wanted a Masters in English or Writing. I think creative writing most of all. Perhaps, I feel, a certificate program such as at University of Toronto online, might be less stressful?
Fitness is a bust. Sometimes I walk, other times I don’t have it in me. I try to stretch and do a bit of yoga. But it makes me angry and upset I cannot do the cardio I need to do. I complain about this too much, I’m sorry. But I loved the adrenaline rush of exercise, like I love art, and writing. And I miss it so much. I’ve never been able to get it back even wearing myself out. And I know it’s what I need to lose weight. I’m completely confused as what to do for diet right now, probably I will go back on the herbal magic diet, as it seemed to be the diet plan which worked the best for me and the amount of exercise I could do. I’m not signing up again, only following the meal plans.
I’ve been reading a lot on Wattpad. But, it’s frustrating because the authors only update once a week if that. So, I’m reading other books again, with middles and endings, by more well known and accomplished writers. I’m excited to read: Harry Potter and the Cursed Child. Also, I have some favourite writers, who I would like to read up on their latest novels.
I’m addicted to Prett Little Liars on Netflix right now. It’s a better series than I anticipated. Secrets can be big and convoluted as I’m learning through each season of the show. I’ve only started season three and there are four more to go. Season seven which is on TV now I believe, or just was, is the last season. I’d be happy for Madmen Season 8 to be available on Netflixtoo. Also, I watch a show based of the Scream Movies once a week, but I think it’s almost done. I watch the Summer Olympics and my Eskimos playing CFL football as well.
There are some great festivals in Edmonton during summer. As well, it’s relaxing and fun to be put on a patio with friends and have a few drinks. I’m having a birthday brunch downtown on Sunday, as everyone was busy in July. Also, I’m hoping to get to a farmer’s market in August and to a couple of movies as I have passes. I’m thinking Finding Dory and some kind of action type film?
I’m not entirely sure of my blogging schedule come fall. But tentatively, here is what it looks like:
A storm of this magnitude was a rare occurrence when the weather wasn’t boiling hot. The temperatures had been mild at best.
Albert had felt the temperature slowly decrease outside his truck where he ate his favourite chocolate bar. He had become cold enough to throw on his thin jacket. Albert adjusted the rim of the Blue Jays hat, as the first drops of rain fell methodically on his nose.
Then the storm had arisen with tyranny. The unbiased cruelty of Mother Nature had thrown everything she had into the storm as Albert ducked back into his truck for cover.
Golf-ball sized hail pounded down, denting Albert’s beloved white pickup truck. Then the rain crashed in torrents of harsh unending water from the sky. The wind was blowing, howling it’s rage and rocking Albert’s truck.
Albert turned on the radio to comfort himself. He could hear thunder in the distance rumbling closer.
The sky was a harsh grey with a small purple glow as lightening sparked across it. One lightening crack was so terrifyingly loud, Albert jumped.
The destructive path of the lightening with thunderheads, made Albert think he was adrift in purple haze when deep booms were followed by flashes of brilliant purple.
Then, the radio was suddenly, blaringly loud to Albert as the thunder and lightening passed. The rain continued in sheets.
Jimi Hendrix was singing “Purple Haze,” crooning in his legendary voice on the radio:”Yeah, Purple Haze all in my eyes, don’t know if it’s day or night . . .”
Albert could relate to those lines as he waited through the mid-afternoon in his truck, for the purple haze left in the rainy sky to pass.
(Although, Albert knew Hendrix sung of a different kind of “Purple Haze. “)
My weekend started early. I spent Thursday cleaning up — emptying recycling and garbage, making my newly washed bed, putting all my clothes away (because Easter I had to try many outfits before finding the right one), packing for A’s, and making myself presentable.
At 4:00 pm I called a cab (because medically I shouldn’t drive) and went to A’s. It was the worst time to go, of course, rush hour was early in 17 degree Celsius spring weather. I arrived at A’s and relaxed. I presented A with his new duvet and cover. He loved it and I made his bed. He says it’s so much more cozier now. For part of his Birthday coming up in May I think I’ll get him some dark grey cotton sheets to match his grey and white duvet cover. I was so jealous his duvet cover had a zipper opening when I also got my newish duvet from Simon’s Department Store and it only has button closures. Oh well, can’t win.
That night I tried to sleep and thought the duvet would help. I was so hot because I wasn’t near a window and the edge of A’s mismatched mattress set bends over on the side I was on. I should have just taken more sleeping pills to begin with because I always need a bit more at his place but I always feel hesitant to do that. But then I slept awful and at 4 am I end up taking the extra pill anyways and moving out to the leather couch which is softer then the bed where I sleep at A’s and I slept there exhausted until A awoke for his appointment at 8 am. Then I went back to bed and couldn’t sleep because I was awake then, so I showered. A came back back and finally I was tired enough to sleep in the bed with him with the cozy duvet.
When A left for mosque I pulled out Module 1 for copywriting which I had read but not done the exercises for and did those and thankfully after my Morning Tea which is loaded with extra caffeine for me I could concentrate well. I wrote my NaPoWriMo poem and then just relaxed.
When A came back he had breakfast which was my lunch and I had some green tea and this special bread A gets, kind of like a pastry flat bread. And all went well until about 5:30 pm which is the worst time of day for me.
I have had to raise my Rispirdone levels back up slightly because I haven’t been able to concentrate so well but it also makes me feel more agitated at times. My Dexedrine wears off and that is a stimulate, so coming down off of it can be harsh sometimes. I was so tired and starving and there was no food. Finally, I say to A, ” I need to go home and sleep in my own bed.” He doesn’t get it. So I say quite grumpily ” I need to go home. If you can’t drive me I’m taking a cab.” I bring up co-op taxi’s ap on my phone and am about to press complete when A says, “ready.” I stumble out the door and when we get to McDonald’s I inhale my double cheeseburger. I feel a lot better surprisingly by the time A gets me home but still glad to be home. So what happens when A’s home is my home, I wonder? We’ll use my bed it’s softer and I’m use to it. Problem solved.
At home I lie in bed, I cannot sleep because I’ve been trying to nap all day but I lie there and my muscles relax. My mom comes home and she’s been shopping for items to wear and use in China. She shows me everything and we sit out and drink tea as she irons. I certainly feel I’m at home. I guess I will just have to bring more of home to A’s. But bonus points for him, we did talk about getting married and how that will be if we can manage, including budget and engagement ring. So, that’s a great start.
Jolene, an iconic Dolly Parton song that I have always loved. I found this great cover of it on Facebook from YouTube this morning and I insist you take a listen a few times. Miley Cyrus does an absolutely fantastic job and captures that quiver in her voice that makes the song sound so desperate:
Also, two new articles this week – a New Years resolution to stop shopping; basically, a cleaned up version of an older blog post and a review of a NARS makeup palette based on the pop art color of Andy Warhol: