Here's the What What

So. People have nudged me about my total ineptness at updating this thing and they are correct. It's just, I don't have a life really, lately, to write about. It's all masks and pandemics and making sure there's enough toilet paper and drug regimes that would fall an experienced junkie, to control my forever ongoing bacterial infection flare ups, and oh...we moved house, there's that.

Yes, my gentleman and I, thought it would be prudent to move to the country, during a pandemic, where we now feed racoons, watch elk desecrate our yard and spend our evenings in a mothereffing HOT TUB. Yes. I cannot apologize enough for my lack of rebelliousness, but it's freaking awesome not having the huge rent payments we had in Victoria, and you know, no neighbours serenading us early morning till late at night with melodic power tools and yelling obnoxiously at their kid. 

And the racoons are cute! And we can see a lake from our living room. And there are trees everywhere. And we have a fireplace! And I hang out with hummingbirds. Yeah!

Turns out though, when you move you need stuff, and said stuff can be ordered easily online, whether it be small or large, but here's the kicker. Our drive way is long and the approximate gradient of the north face of Mount Everest, and no delivery guy from UPS to Canada Post, will venture up it in a vehicle. I mean my 1999 Chevy can manage it just fine (slowly!) as can our Toyota but you know, trucks and vans just cry when they see it. It delights me to see the little UPS guy walk up that cliff face carrying a flat packed piece of furniture I'm not even strong enough to drag two feet into the house. I think that guy will require a holiday tip.

I'm expecting FedEx to turn up today with a bed for our guest room and well, I can already imagine those shenanigans. Not going to happen.

Anyway, it's Thanksgiving in a couple of weeks and I don't care because TG is all about tasty food and hanging with the relatives, the second thing I am looking forward to but the first is pointless as I have no sense of taste or smell currently (no, it's not Covid!) and everything tastes bitter and shitty so I only eat when I absolutely have to so I don't pass out like I did in July (whole other story) or get too weak to climb the stairs, but it also means I'm five foot six and 115lbs and my legs look like beanstalks and none of my clothes fit anymore because they look like circus tents, even my favourite winter coat. 

Been drinking a lot of milk to get some calories in me as milk seems to be the only enjoyable thing I eat. I mean, I had some cake last week and it tasted like crap and I had to give it away. WHO AM I? I miss cake and wine and cooking nice things. What's the point when you can't taste it? Woe is me. Why do I hate food now? Can I have the old me back now please? I do still enjoy an occasional beer however.

There is only one acceptable Corona

Other than that things are fine. Playing my uke, sitting in my office procrastinating, trying to get stuff done, napping. It's all good.

Stay well my fine, Internet friends.