What to watch?

Looks as though I’m going to have an evening to myself, and now I need to figure out what I want to watch. Do I want to do a re-watch of Dune, Bladerunner 2049, or Aliens? Should I switch gears and go for Bridesmaids, Pineapple Express, Knocked up or the Forty Year Old Virgin? I don’t know. It isn’t that much time. And I know myself, I won’t stay up beyond 11:00pm just to watch more than one movie. So I need to choose a real banger. Plus I want to play some guitar (loudly) and fix myself a mixed drink or two. I already went out earlier this week to pick up the orange juice (no pulp), cranberry cocktail, and some 7Up. I’m skipping the ice, in favour of blending in some blue raspberry Freezies into the mix. Maybe the sugar content will help me make it to 11:00pm without falling asleep on the couch. I have my bluetooth speaker all juiced up for a lively play along session too. Ha. Living on the edge here my man! Do I order a pizza? Grab some chicken wings that I have gift certificates for? Who knows? The evening is wide open, at least for now. Maybe I’ll play on my Xbox for a change? That’s always fun. Or catch up on some reading? Start a new sculpting project? Or, now hear me out here, mask up and start air brushing the prepped parts of my resin model kit. So many great options, it’s hard to choose.

I have more photo editing to accomplish today. And probably some sell sheets to tackle aswell. Best finish up with my breakfast, and my day dreaming and get on to working. Ciao Bella!

Sobering moment.

Last night my oldest fell (for a silly reason I won’t mention to avoid further embarrassment) and cut herself fairly badly on a tin can from our recycling. What saddened me was she was so afraid I’d be mad that she hid the actual scalloped wound and only showed me this very minor scrape on the outside of her shoulder. But as she became very pale, I asked her to go lie down, and if she needed a bucket, because she is prone to vomiting at blood/pain. This should have been my first clue to stop and really examine her. But I asked and asked “are you ok?” And didn’t pry or really focus. Her ashen face really should have twigged my senses and I dropped that ball, badly. It wasn’t until later at night when she wanted to replace a bandaid for bed, which she had secretly put on earlier, that my wife and I saw the true extent of her real injury. A 2.5 inch long gash, nah! Scalloped divot cut out of her arm pit (or near enough) that was still bleeding 2 hrs in. We dabbed it, and added Polysporin, and applied a larger sterile pad, and sent her to bed. But it bothered me that she was more afraid we’d be mad, than seek help for what very nearly could have been a horrific injury. Had it of gotten into her actual armpit, hit a lymph node, or worse an artery, she’d have hidden it and bled out before we knew enough to apply a tourniquet which I have in the house for lacerations! I was terribly angry at myself, one; for the cut lids being up on the cans I’d opened that day, and two; my child being afraid I’d be mad about a little mess on the floor rather than being concerned for her well being. I realize I harp on at them for making messes, and their lackadaisical cleaning efforts, but I’d hoped they knew I loved them more than I care about a clean kitchen floor.

Seems I have some revaluation of my demeanor to look into. I say “I love you”, lots, but do I show it enough? I realize I’m not terribly sympathetic. Usually it’s a result of people hurting themselves by doing exactly what I have asked them not to, in order to avoid injury. So… I should work on that. By being more sympathetic, and having greater empathy for little kids trying to learn by doing. Gotta make those mistakes to learn the hard lessons I guess. I wanted to shield them from all that pain, but they do it anyway, much to my annoyance. So there. Yes. It’s all me. I definitely need to work on that. Seek out to comfort first, before being annoyed or upset. Leave the lecture for after we’ve all been patched up and looked after. Sounds reasonable. What a way to learn that lesson for myself. Yikes. I feel terrible about it. I’m writing it down, so it won’t soon be forgotten. Cheese. Huh.

Yeah – so welcome to Thursday. Talent show today. Hope that goes ok, as we’ve got more rain and storms coming. Not to mention my daughters injury to contend with for her act. I need to go edit some photography, and look over my daughters book report. Take care. Feel free to be introspective today too. Ciao Bella!

Whoops I didn’t do that thing, that thing I need to do, but forgot, Oh baby, baby…

I really do need to set up an appointment to get blood work done. I see the request form, and think about it, then forget, cycle and repeat. It’s not a fear of needles, or going to the lab, which is near by. I just forget. And I’m not 6-8 months late on pressing go. Gotta get on that. Fast.

Here we are, Wednesday. This month is going by quickly. Very quickly given how much stuff we’ve had to cram into our weekends and school nights. Not done yet, but we are far far closer to the end of the rush period than ever before. Book Fair / Talent Show tomorrow evening, two separate shows at that! Which reminds me I need to contact the school to reserve 3 tickets to at least one of the two shows. Time to write letters, send e-mails, and possibly call a few PTA folks. To Facebook!

I do have some pressing matters to attend to this morning, so I’ll cut this short. Have a great Hump Day everybody.

Oh Me, Oh My!

I nearly forgot to post today. Long, wild, arduous day today. Long time up on my feet on concrete floors, and pavement. Not going to lie, feel a tad dehydrated, and could sleep until noon tomorrow. Weather worked with us, at least until 3:00pm when the rain came. But otherwise a very good day to be up and about. Moving & shaking. Getting things done.

Up like a puff of smoke.

Snap your fingers and it’s all done. Yesterday was the last Spring dance recital of 2023. Works out to about $2,000.00 for both kids, instruction, uniform, costume, and recital tickets. My youngest was a one eyed, one horned flying purple people eater for the Fright Night themed recital. And my oldest was a grey ghost, I think it was anyway. The music choice didn’t give me any helpful clues, that was what I could grasp from her Acro routine. Both were very cute. And well performed, though I am terribly biased towards my own children. Pointed fingers and toes, a lot of snap to the movement changes, stayed on beat, hit their marks (well the older one most certainly did) as the Kinder Dance with teachers on stage was more of a cuteness spectacle than a talent showcase. To be expected in kids under six years of age. Too damn cute!

Still unsure why the kids had to be dropped off a full 90 minutes before curtain call, for a 90 minute show, but I’ve been off stage for many decades, and I don’t typically go to dance rehearsal, their mother does. I will in a pinch, but Taekwon do, Skating, Ringette, Soccer, Gymnastics, Parent-Teacher conferences, sick days, Doctor & Dentist visits are my thing. Guides and dance go to mum. I don’t make the rules but I do enforce them! Ha.

Gymnastics runs until the end of the month, and we have a Talent Show this week, plus a Guiding sleep over, and an Athletic Banquet all this week, so not quite out of the woods yet. Getting ever closer to all extracurriculars coming to a summer shut down. Feels never ending when you’re in it, and then when it does end you realize a whole season or year is over and gone. Hmm. Mixed emotions at the passage of time. I need to eat, and get back to work. Just taking a break while doing laundry, and finding out the kids gymnastics gear. Ciao Bella!

The Inevitability of Changing Tastes.

I’ll give you one example, that came up just today. The idea of a massive bowl of candy for breakfast was once ‘The Dream’ to have at my disposal when I was eight. Now the idea of a bowl full of sugar makes my stomach turn. If I’m going to bother to eat breakfast now, it will be Raisin Bran or some kind of Nuts n’ Honey type thing, with granola in it. Still sweet, but not primarily sugar based. For a very long time I couldn’t eat breakfast because I always woke up feeling like I would throw up if I ate anytime between 5:45am and 9:00am. Never found out why that was.

But nowadays staring across the island at a bowl of Sugar Crisp, Lucky Charms, Coco Pebbles, or Count Chocula would probably make me want to just pour it in the green bin. Can’t do it. I’m not more conservative, I’m just not interested in sticky sugary teeth, and ultra sweet cereals any more. Grown out of it. Can’t point to the exact date and time I switched, but I switched nonetheless. Funny how that happens.

I still don’t drink coffee, tea or any sort of wine. Though!, I will say this. Yellow Tail makes a delicious sparkling white wine called “Bubbles” that I will mix with Orange, Cranberry, or Grape juice on Christmas, Boxing Day, and New Year’s Day mornings along with a piping hot cooked breakfast. That I will indulge in. Otherwise I don’t really drink any type of wine the rest of the year. I’m more of a Rye and, or a Rum and, type of guy. Usually with Coke. Not the sniffed version, but the red can.

Last year I bought all the spirits I needed to make Sex on the Beach, a rather involved mixed drink, by my standards. And I found it to be exceptionally good. It takes far more work to produce than I would typically care for, but when I bother to make a pitcher of the stuff, BAM! I’m into it, like a dogs nose in a crotch. Which reminds me, I need to buy more orange juice, Cranberry cocktail, ice, and some Sprite/7Up if I’m going to make myself some for Father’s Day next weekend. We have some fancy cheeses I bought for my wife’s birthday that we have left over, I’ll grab some fresh bread. Watch a movie, drink(s) in hand, cheese at my side, and maybe play a little guitar while I’m at it. The rest of the family have a sleep over for Guides that doesn’t involve me. A quiet Friday night to myself.

I’m saddened to learn that the new animated Spiderman has been bumped out of imax/AVX theaters for yet another Transformers movie. I’ll need to wait until I can buy it on bluray now. I really wanted to see that in imax 3D for the full experience. I had intentions of going to see Guardians Vol 3 too, but just couldn’t find the time. That’ll come to Disney+ at some point later in 2023, so I’ll still get to see it. I may just buy it on disc anyway. Never k ow when these streaming sites will go bust, or simply pull the content you like and it’s all gone for good. Modern problems.

Today is the big day, both kids perform in their respective dance recitals. Will have a frantic afternoon doing hair & make-up while we dress them in their expensive (yet overly small) costumes. We need to then get them to the venue 90mins prior to showtime, which seems like way too long, for kids this young. Sign them in, then kick rocks in the parking lot for 90 minutes until the doors open and the show starts. Their photos looked really good that they had done for the playbills. Professional and everything.

This is a longer Sunday post that usual. It looks to be drizzling a bit. Roads out front are wet, with standing puddles, agood sign! Take care out there. Ciao Bella!

Winding down the wind up…

After giving it some thought last night, and this morning, I have decided not to shit all over Avatar 2 : The way of water. Not because it doesn’t deserve it, but because I am absolutely certain that others far more eloquent, and smarter than myself have already done so. Why add to the clutter with more noise. There is no ROI on shitting on basic Hollywood tropes, and infantile dialogue in current films. So, I won’t bother. Fin.

It’s a lovely mild Saturday, and the air quality has improved substantially with yesterday’s rain & prolonged drizzle session. All for the better. We certainly didn’t have that coastal apocalypse like NYC, but we could see, taste, and smell the smoke for several days here. Once my oldest comes home from the first of two dance recitals this weekend, I can get a move on cutting the grass. I spent much of the morning watering plants, pulling weeds, and spraying my youngest with the hose while they sprint about the front yard shrieking and laughing hysterically. Played a little catch until we caught a ball using a chin/neck combo that sucked the fun out of the experience. No tears were had, but the hard ball she chose may not have been the best choice for the occasion. Live and learn.

I feel as though a few hours spent in the park is looming in my near future. Let’s hope the breeze will keep the bugs to a minimum this time around. Have a good one. Ciao Bella!

A movie review.

I just sat through three plus hours of a bloated animated blue planet promo about whales, and… how can there possibly be plans for three more of these things. This sequel took the longest possible route to having no point whatsoever. No longer in dire need of unobtanium, now we need $80,000,000.00/per glandular serum from a previously unknown organism on a hostile planet. This should have been a finely timed 90 minutes, with like a qr code to a promo web site where you could watch videos of all the flora & fauna doing their weirdo alien shit. This movie DRAGS its ass over 3 hrs and 15 minutes, to do what. Reiterate what we know from the first film? There are multiple clans across the planet. Physiological differences due to regional adaptations. The planet is hostile. The planet is kinda sorta alive in the form of Mother Goddess ‘Eywa’. Sully and the Marine corps don’t see eye to eye. Sully is a shit person, but a decent soldier. Neytiri can hiss and scream in anguish really, really well. Check, check, check. Got it. Anything new to add beyond exquisite visuals? No, not really. I feel as though I watched three hours of filler waiting to be told what the actual story for episode three is going to be. Will there be subterranean mole Na’vi in the next one? We have the fliers, and the swimmers… so are runners next? We already had the six legged horses, so been there already. What other trope can they unleash to pad out two plus hours of a three hour visual extravaganza, which was noticeably light on plot, devoid of character development beyond a skills montage, and had some of the hokiest dialogue I’ve heard in quite some time. Ok dumb ass. Bro! Bro, dude… bro.

If what sells it are the visuals…. you may have a problem. I know it did well, but I’m not sure why. I’m glad I did not have to try and sit through this in a movie theater during the pandemic. I can’t fathom how they can think of making this a five part movie series. It boggles the mind. I need to further collect my thoughts. This warrants a longer, and more thorough shellacking. Idiotic. Asinine.

It’s too late, I need to go to bed.

Bring on parts 3,4, and 5. Good grief.

You know what isn’t a terribly good idea?

Leaving all of your domestic duties until Friday. Laundry, sorting & folding, as well as putting all five loads worth away. Yikes. Not cool. Dishes are cool since we’ve been out of the house so much this week. Floors could do with the vacuum run round, and a wash as I look a little closer. The lawn is fine for another day. It’s been so dry only the shaded portion under the trees has shown any growth, and is still in fact, green. Everything the light touches is a dry tinder box. Glad that town car fire happened while everything was still green and had some moisture in it. As now my lawn, fence and probably the Cherry tree too would go up in flames. Phew! Made it.

Dress rehearsal at the venue last night was great, they even got a little ahead of schedule and finished early for a change. I didn’t see much, as the drop off, sign out station was back stage in a loading dock for sets and props, from the looks of things. I happily look forward to watching the kids rock their stuff on Sat/Sun. Should be a hoot.

Next week is much lighter for a change. No more dance, beyond one Talent Show performance on Thursday. A Sparks/Embers sleep over where all I need do is set up the tent, and then have the night and following morning to myself. Oh, and help edit the last book talk (report) of grade three. Which is for next Friday. Kid has done well. Read most of the 218 page non-fiction book with little to no prompting from me. Very proud of that. Happy to see the reading level maintained and improving.

Another potential interruption on Tuesday of next week aswell, but some things are worth clocking off the day job for, you know. So all in all, besides gymnastics which runs until the very last week of June we will be finishing up the kids extracurriculars really soon. My wife still has school obligations with Graduation, and a Student Athletic’s Banquet in the coming weeks, but that doesn’t involve me, or juggling kids to get them to multiple separate locations, so I’m not bothered. All that means is I’ll have the kids in bed shortly after 8:00pm two more nights this month than usual. If the weather’s good we will swim in the evening and that will draw a lot of the fight out of both of them. And bedtime should, should I say, be pretty reasonable. Neither event should see their mother come home any later than 9:00-10:00pm, so my very persistent children will lie in bed and wait for a very groggy good night kiss and then immediately fall asleep. Too cute. I told them not to try that last night, as I knew Prom would keep my wife busy until 11:00pm or later.

It is still drizzling outside (a good thing!), so I won’t cut the grass today. As much as I would like to keep all of my weekend time open, and not use it for chores, you just can’t beat the weather. It’ll win every time. No point trying to fight it. That way lies madness. Have a great Friday, and weekend. Ciao Bella!

Calls for rain, don’t threaten me with a good time.

Parched here, and we aren’t even into double digits in June yet. Going into day two of all day indoor programming for the kids. All recess & lunch breaks spent indoors due to the nasty air quality due to the wildfires currently raging across the country. My parents in Campbell River have a particularly close fire burning near by. That sounds terribly distressing. Not much fun at all.

Tonight is the last night for rehearsals, dry runs, and tweaking choreography, and learning their music cues. Then a weekend full of performances for the oldest child, and just the one for the youngest. Then those costumes will get put in dry cleaning bags, hung up and forgotten about. Just the way the gods of performances intended.

I think today is Thursday, which means PROM NIGHT y”all! Limousines, fancy clothes, expensive food, boutonnieres and corsages, neck ties, bow ties, bollo ties and shined up shoes. Suspenders, garters and every permutation imaginable in between. Oh the pageantry, the dancing, the memories and fun. Camping out and after parties raging until the sun comes up. Then the dawning realization that for a good portion of you all this will be the last time you are all gathered together. Unless you count graduation, but that party isn’t as epic as prom. At least for me it wasn’t. Graduation meant I was going to pick up full time hours for the summer months shortly thereafter before heading off to post secondary in September. Or it did twenty some odd years ago now. Oh the memories.