Reading while moving…

Used to be a fun pass time of mine. Going for a car ride, read. Taking a long distance bus trip, read. Heading downtown on the train, read. Flying across the country, read. But now, if I tried to do it anywhere other than my home or on a plane I would most likely vomit, and/or need to lie down, and try to let the motion sickness wash over me and dissipate as quickly as possible. Even hearing my oldest read in the car while I was driving, was starting to make me queasy, as I imagine the bumping, jiggling words bouncing around in my eyes, and feeling my stomach turn. Ugh! No thank you. I feel in the last ten years or so I have become so much more susceptible to motion sickness, vertigo, and other such things of that nature. I absolutely can not spin anymore. Tea cups, octopus, scrambler type rides will make me very sick. I did this gravity well, spinning thing with my oldest at the Strawberry Festival last summer, and it did not go well for me. I made it through, and was able to walk around the fair grounds for an hour or so afterwards, but once we got home i required a three hour nap in near total darkness to feel right again. My oldest went back on the ride a bit later, went twice in a row, and then immediately wanted to go home, so… i guess i didn’t fare too badly. I do miss being able to read just about anywhere though. No wonder my habit nearly dropped off. All of my free time was during a 2hr each way commute on the train, and if I couldn’t read then, I was likely not going to find an additional 4 hrs a day to indulge.

Tuesday is here! Looks as though the green bin trucks will start taking yard waste again. I see lots and lots of paper bags out at the curb this morning. I am leaving my leaves in the beds as mulch cover, and to add more material to raise up those beds. The earth seems to sink no matter how often I add new topsoil, triple mix, or clay based mud to all of our beds. Last year I emptied out the compost pile, and that didn’t seem to do much at all, except give us pumpkins all over the place. Or gourds, and the occasional random tomato plant or potato plant for good measure. I like growing things that require little from me besides a little bit of water when we hit a dry patch, or cleared space in which to do their thing. That I can do. My thumb is only ever so slightly tinged green. More flesh coloured with a slight grass stained hue.

Still waiting to hear back about a few things, so I’m not 100% certain of what is on the docket for today. Dropped off my tax stuff, so I’ll have those related bills to look forward to at some point next week. Tax time is always fun. No not really. Stressful and nerve wracking is more like it. Times were simpler when I worked for someone else and only needed a T4, and my reassessment forms, and any financial contribution forms from the bank. Not so simple now. Glad for the accountant that’s for certain. All the best out there. Ciao Bella!