Tradescantia Zebrina .:. The Wandering Jew


tales and opinions of the wandering Jew

On the Homestead

So maybe it’s the warm weather, maybe it’s the lack of feline friend, or maybe it’s my body’s lack of timezone compliance. Whatever the reason, I’ve been super busy in the apartment.

I’ve finally donated away all of the clothing that no longer fits me. I had been holding onto it, to wear once I’ve lost weight. But I’ve decided that I’ll deserve a shopping trip as reward for taking that weight off. And then, once I’d cleaned out the closets and shelves, I moved onto the rest of my pad.

Sadly, this included cleaning up the litter box, toys, and food bowls. (If anyone wants/needs bowls for their pets (plastic or ceramic), please let me know. Likewise, I have a somewhat used snail-shaped scratching post and random cat and dog toys. Let me know if you can use any of them, otherwise they’ll be donated to the SPCA later this week.)

I talked on the phone with my parents today, and they put me on speaker phone so that I could talk with Moishe Pumpkin. I made his “call” (a specific whistle, followed by a clicking noise) – when I make that call, he comes to my side, or will follow me around. So in Seattle, I would make that call and he would follow me downstairs, or would hop onto the bed to sleep next to me. Anyway, I made the call over the phone, and he started looking around for me. Deb held the phone down and I called Moishe Pumpkin again; Deb reported that he came up to the phone, nudged it then started licking it. Aww… I miss the li’l bugger. (Oh, and he’s totally better and healthy again. He’s roaming around the house, stalking Thomas and Pumpkin, playing with Thomas and Pumpkin, eating, and being a cute brat again. The vet will still run tests on his stool to see what caused the obstruction in the first place, but for the meantime, he’s better.)

Finally, for those of you who aren’t in Montreal, aren’t experiencing the weirdness first hand somewhere on the east coast, you’re missing out on some oddly mild winter weather. Today it was 12ºC! I went for a nice afternoon walk – wearing shorts! Shorts, in Montreal, in January? Madness!


Filed under: family, health, home, kitten, random, seasons, shaping up, sleep/insomnia

Pedal harrrrd

I biked to work this morning. I pit-stopped at the bookstore to get two more textbooks for school. Which, you know, was smart thinking given that I’ll now be lugging them around all day, whilst biking. The point of biking was so that I could run a particular errand at work today. Biking from the office to the errand would be far more convenient than walking or taking a couple buses. Unfortunately, I arrived at the office to find an email asking me to do it tomorrow instead.

Since my declaration to bike 10 km/day x 3 days/week, I’ve biked a total of 685km. So that’s 685km in 6 weeks (as I was out of town for two weeks, sans vélo), or 114.1666km/week on my low-ride cruiser. Far surpassed my goal!

And yet, I’m still sweating profusely, breathing far too hard, and giving pep talks to my heart (you can do it! pump that blood! don’t stop!).

(And, though it wasn’t a goal, I’ve also walked almost as far: 667km in the same time frame. Again, I didn’t count any walking while on vacation. Nor do I count little walks, like going to the store, or walking to/from the metro/bus.)

Filed under: shaping up