baratron: (poly)
I haven't been posting more than comments because it's been too hot to switch my computer on. My laptop is "built for extreme gaming" and therefore has two heavy-duty fans, one for the CPU and the other for the GPU. Unsurprisingly, it belches out A LOT of heat. Given that it's been over 30 degrees C during the day and even over 25 at night, I haven't had much desire to add to the house temperature. I've been playing Dragon Quest VII on my 3DS instead of Elder Scrolls Online on my computer, and just checking in with my Guild for 30-60 minutes at 3 am when it's as cool as it's going to get.

Tomorrow is my birthday. I shall be 41, which is quite shocking. I don't FEEL like I should be middle-aged yet - even if extended life expectancy means we now have "early" middle-age from 40 to 55 and "late" middle-age from 56 to 70 or 75, and you don't become "elderly" until you're properly decrepit. One of my birthday presents will be a visiting Grant, which means I am now attempting to do battle with entropy such that there will be enough space in the house for him to stay.

To do... )
baratron: (cn tower)
Home from travelling. Actually, I got in somewhere around 1 pm yesterday and proceeded to pass out for many hours. Woke up at 1 am and (much to my surprise) have been awake ever since. Husband has been snuggled. Boyfriend has been talked to on Skype. He looks very sad, poor thing, but it remains against the laws of physics for me to be in two places at once. Hoping we can have him visit in late June/early July for my birthday.

Super weirdly, I have been physically energetic enough to have emptied the laundry rack, folded the dry laundry, sorted all of the dirty laundry in my suitcase, put on a load of laundry, emptied the clean stuff out of the dishwasher and refilled it. I hope that I will not pay for this tomorrow, though I have A Theory. A theory which involves, of all things, vegan bacon and my ability to get it.

(Gods, I knew that Yves Veggie Bacon wasn't very fatty, but I didn't realise that 3 rashers had only 0.5 g of fat between the lot of them, along with 14 g of protein. Short of actually, y'know, BAKING my own tofu, I am unsure where to get tasty textured fake meat products which are low fat and high protein. Nasty-tasting, weird textured but low fat, I can do. Nice-tasting, well-textured and full of fat, I can do).

Continue to be Unimpressed with Aer Lingus. Will relate the full story later when spoons exist.
baratron: (boots)
I am alive. Coping with the hiatus hernia. Perhaps in a one damned thing after another sort of way. Still, the symptoms have all improved dramatically since I started eating much smaller meals and stopping before I feel full.

Now if my chronic fatigue and pain would kindly sod off, I'd be a lot happier. My legs have been useless for weeks now and I need to talk to my doctor about medication. My left knee in particular hurts if I rest, hurts if I walk, hurts if I stretch, hurts if I sit. Frankly, I can't figure out what doesn't aggravate the bloody thing.

It has been a dreadful year all round. Not least of all politically - as Richard pointed out today, when did the language of the far right become the ordinary way to describe things? And that's even without all the normal stresses of being a queer disabled woman that were already present before politics veered horrendously over to Farageland and Trumpsville.

Most of the good things that have happened this year have involved music, travel, or my partners. Sometimes at the same time. I haven't been well enough to travel much, but Grant came here in February, all 3 of us went to Boston in May to see Freezepop, Richard & I went to the Download Festival in June (and got thoroughly rained on), and I went to see Grant at his new home in Rochester, NY in September. We also saw [livejournal.com profile] ext_890197 and [livejournal.com profile] veryfineredwine, for the first time since I went to Boston to pick up wedding rings. I haven't written anything in livejournal about visiting Grant because it was quite honestly the only week in the past six months that I was not completely exhausted and ill. (Also, it was a 12-day trip including travel, so that gives you some idea of the health).

Richard is now in several bands, including one called Amps at Eleven. (There is a heavy metal umlaut on one of the Es, but I can't remember which one). They have actually done gigs recently, which is more than his other two bands are likely to ever accomplish. I sent text messages to everyone who I thought might like a classic rock covers band and be conceivably able to get to Raynes Park on a Tuesday night, but in the end only [livejournal.com profile] pilot_moondog came. Still, it was good to see Shaun.

I need to make a list of all the gigs I have been to this year. It seems like the only time I ever leave the house is for (a) a medical appointment, (b) to buy cake, (c) to see a band. It's crazy how many people who live in London I haven't seen in 3+ years. I miss having a fuller life. Doing something other than sitting up at night playing Elder Scrolls Online.

Don't get me wrong. I love my ESO Guild and my friends from our Teamspeak. But I'd like it to be A thing that I do rather than THE thing that I do. One of several ways that I hang out with friends, rather than the only one.

Who's still on livejournal? Am I going to be forced to start a Facebook account just so that I can still talk to people?
baratron: (sleepy)
So tired. It's been a long week.
  • Wednesday - Stayed up way too late to run a new dungeon on the public test server of Elder Scrolls Online on Wednesday.

  • Thursday - Meeting with ZOS devs to talk about the new dungeons. So much talking. I still haven't written up my notes from the meeting for my Guild, and I hope I can mostly remember what was said.

  • Friday - Went to see Ginger Wildheart and Hey! Hello at a funny little venue called the Brooklyn Bowl. It's a bowling alley (?) inside the big o2 tent (formerly the Millennium Dome) which also has bands. Kinda weird but it was very accessible, since the entire o2 was built post-Disability Discrimination Act. They were playing along with another band called Ryan Hamilton & The Traitors who were so good we wanted to get their CD, but it was sold-out!

  • Saturday - Work for my mother, and a huge row because she was being unreasonable (at least in part due to a headache).

  • Sunday - The joys of a new washing machine! We bought our washer-dryer, fridge-freezer and dishwasher when we moved into this house in June 2004, and they've lasted well. The fridge and dishwasher have never needed any work, but the washing machine needed to be repaired five times, with issues ranging from worn motor brushes to a broken wire in the motor controller to a sheared bolt holding the drum in place. A couple of months ago, it stopped drying clothes, and Richard determined it needed a new condensing unit. This wasn't a huge problem considering it's summer and we can dry clothes overnight on the rack. However, then the drum stopped spinning altogether. Richard checked the brushes and the motor controller, and determined it would need a whole new motor.

    Thing is, although he could fix it, there reaches a point in an appliance's lifetime where it seems like throwing good money after bad. Putting a new condenser and a new motor into a 12 year old washer-dryer that seems to be gaining a new issue every couple of weeks? Yeeaah. Also, the sheets for our new bed are enormous, and heavier than our machine was supposed to be capable of taking.

    We've been very happy with Bosch, most of all the fact that you can order parts to work on the appliances yourself without needing to be a registered dealer (very useful when you have your own in-house engineer), so we just went out and bought another of the same without any shopping around.

    However, I am currently struggling with the fact that this new washer-dryer is trying to be more intelligent than I am. The old one had three knobs on the front: water temperature, drying time, and programme. This new one has one big knob and a load of buttons. It has fewer temperatures available for washing, and far less control over drying time (with the options being 15 minutes blow around, 60 minutes with heat, 120 minutes with heat, or "auto"). I'm kinda annoyed that we won't be able to wash our socks on 50 degrees C any more, and that we won't be able to dry the clothes for 25 minutes before putting them on the rack. At least, not without some effort.

    Then on Sunday night, I had a huge argument with Shifty, which continued into Monday and only got sorted out on Monday night. We're okay now, but it was really difficult - there was a lot of him not understanding nuances of emotional stuff because of his autism, and me not being able to find a way to explain it better because it's "just obvious" to a neurotypical person. (Maybe even to autistic people with a bit more experience in relationships.)

  • Tuesday - Woke up too early with a sore throat. Hoping it's just from crying too much. More work for my mother. Photoshop. Argh.

  • Today - woke up too early again, still have a sore throat, sincerely hoping it is allergies and not an infection. Wrote a rant about Funding for special education. Now have to email Shifty's crush to tell her some things which he doesn't seem capable of conveying, as well as confirming that yes, we really are poly. Argh.

So yeah, it's just been exhausting all round and I am ready for a break. Which I don't think I'm going to get anytime soon.

Plans

May. 5th, 2016 03:39 pm
baratron: (dino)
I did not get around to booking for BiCon. The closing date for accommodation was just too early considering that I have no idea what my health will be doing in July. If I am not much better than I am now, I will be going splat and having to go to bed in the middle of the afternoon, at unpredictable times, and it seems fairly pointless to pay money to go away in that scenario.

Which means you might be questioning how come I can go to Boston next week, but that will be easier since I will have the husband and the boyfriend, both of whom are entirely competent carers for me. If we're out and about and I feel too wobbly to carry on, I can trust either or both of them to get me back to the place where we're staying and/or get food into me. Neither of them want to go to BiCon (they are both way too introverted), and I don't have anyone else who is familiar enough with my current limitations to act as a carer. (I know people who would be happy to ensure I got fed, but I wouldn't want to ask any of them to give up what they want to do at BiCon unless I was paying them, which is a whole other kettle of fish and... yeah.)

I still need to talk to my university, because I was supposed to be going back when term started on 18th April, and I am clearly nowhere near well enough to go back for at least a few more weeks. It's likely that I'll actually go back next term instead, as long as they aren't going to give me grief about the fact you're only "supposed" to have a maximum of 2 years (6 terms) "off" on breaks of study during a PhD course. I'd love to be back, but it would be a waste of everyone's time and my money, since I just about have enough energy to get downstairs on average once a day. The increased thyroxine and vitamin D are helping up to a point, but I am not magically better and dancing around full of the joys of spring.

Today is however a glorious day and I went out to vote for the Mayor of London and London Assembly. No prizes for guessing which party won my first choice, and even my second choice is pretty easy to guess. (Hint: I didn't vote for anyone in favour of leaving the European Union). Politics lately are stressing me out: the London Assembly election today, the referendum on leaving the EU in a few weeks, and the horrible, hateful candidate up for election as President of the USA. Honestly, if it weren't for that nice Mr Trudeau, I'd be hiding under a rock.

Also today I washed my dinosaur. Yay! for clean dinos.
baratron: (endurance)
Yesterday and today, I've been wanting to talk to people but I have absolutely no spare energy with which to do so. I have reverted to taking 2000 iu of vitamin D per day as of today, because I'm shattered and not convinced that the 400 iu tablets are doing enough.

I'm supposed to be going back to College in 10 days or so, but I haven't sorted out any of the paperwork yet because it involves too much effort, and circular situations where I need a form from A to give to B and a form from B to give to C, but I can't get the form from A until I have the form from C. Gah! And right now, I am sufficiently exhausted that I am not even sure if I'm up to going back for this term. I really can't go back and then immediately have to take time off again, but I do need to get things like Disabled Students' Allowance in place again if I am going back.

Mental health has not been good in my little family this past week. We have all been depressed for no particular reason. Richard has been anxious, Grant has been tearful, I have been having nightmares. I know that I need to have my next trip to see Grant arranged as soon as possible, so it's settled and I have something to look forward to, but I just don't know when will be convenient. Since this year is a round-number birthday, I was hoping to do something special for it, but I am increasingly feeling that my original plan (go to Iceland again) isn't what I want to be doing this year.

While organising trips to various places, I have to decide if I am going to BiCon this year. I feel that it would be beneficial to me to be in bi space considering that I currently appear to the outside world as straight twice over, but it involves energy and organisation which I don't quite have right now. The deadline is apparently pretty soon though. Who else is going?

In other news, I have found some mysterious photos on my computer. I mean, they are patently photos of me and Richard hanging around in our hallway in January 2012, but it is mysterious as to why we took them. They are all exceedingly yellow and would require considerable correction in Photoshop to fix. I thought maybe Richard had bought a new camera and we were testing it out, but the numbering starts at IMG_6562.jpg. Weird!
baratron: (poly)
I haven't had much energy for livejournal (or indeed, any sort of extended writing) the past few weeks. Today I was planning to write about what we did with Grant while he was here, but I got caught up in chatting on irc and have burned through my communication spoons. Urgh.

So have some more pictures:

The three of us on the 37th Floor of the Sky Garden at 20 Fenchurch Street, London. 2016-02-21
On the 37th Floor with London behind us, 2016-02-21

Here is a another picture taken at the same time in which I exhibit a seriously smug face.

We found the Poly lift! )
baratron: (poly)
Grant is visiting from the US. It's his first time out of North America and everything here is very very strange. He first got confused on the bus back from Heathrow because of how twisty the streets were, compared to the grid patterns that he's used to. "It's like driving around a Paisley!" he said.

We have done various things, including cuddling, eating, playing Elder Scrolls Online (Grant is such a nerd that he brought his non-laptop computer. Yes, a mini tower) and looking at museums and other such tourist "attractions". I will write more about that when it's not 3 am and we're not supposed to be up in the morning.

I'm sure that what you actually want to see are the pictures of us loving each other.

A couple of days after Grant arrived, in our house. Picture taken by Richard.
In our house. 2016-02

Two more pictures! )
baratron: (richard)
Yesterday was my 4th wedding anniversary with Richard and our 18th anniversary of being together. Richard bravely staggered out of bed where he was busy dying of the man-flu, and we put on fancy clothes and went out to the Secret Surprise I had booked. This being vegan afternoon tea at La Suite West hotel, which is near Bayswater/Queensway.

Pictures! )
baratron: (richard)
Since I was ill with flu in December, I didn't manage to write about the very, very awesome thing that Richard did. We are fans of a musician called Ginger Wildheart - indeed, I have been a fan of his since 1994. Every year he does a gig on his birthday, which is 17th December. It's a very non-standard gig with a rotating cast of musicians, called the Birthday Bash.

This year it was postponed because Ginger was in hospital with depression, which sucks. Fortunately Ginger is getting better and the Belated Birthday Bash and Hey! Hello! tour are back on in April.

Richard knew that a lot of fans were flying over from elsewhere in the world and wouldn't have anything to go to. So he pulled together a pub meet. He spoke to a couple of venues and the guy who runs the Boston Arms in Tufnell Park said it would be no problem at all to host us. Even more impressively, Richard got Hollis and Davey from Love Zombies to play an acoustic set. (Hollis is also the new singer of Hey! Hello!). There were something like 50 people present over the course of the evening, including Ginger's legendary roadie Dunc.

I am just very, very proud of Richard for putting this event together, especially considering the short notice. Even more so considering that he is an introvert who finds dealing with people difficult. I doubt he'll ever organise anything this big again - it was a lot of stress for him - but I'm really pleased to know that he can.
baratron: (Warning: Sick!)
I'm pretty certain I have flu. This is despite having had a flu jab in October. I've been ill since Friday night with a temperature that stays over 38.0 deg C (about 100 deg F) despite taking paracetamol/acetaminophen to bring it down. I am coughing, sneezing, and aching all over, and over the weekend I also had nausea, vomiting, and diarrhoea. The digestive issues have mostly settled down now, but everything else is still present.

Woke up this morning with a temperature of 39.7 deg C (103.5 deg F) and considered calling the doctor or pharmacist because I was so very out of it that I felt scared. But half an hour after taking paracetamol, my temperature was a 'mere' 39.2, so clearly paracetamol was still managing to be antipyretic. I woke up later feeling absolutely freezing and was convinced that my fever had broken, but it was still 38.3 deg C. Eww.

The problem with paracetamol is that it's hepatotoxic enough that you can only take 4 doses a day; which considering it wears off after 5 to 5.5 hours, doesn't cover the entire 24 hour day too well. If I could take NSAIDs then I'd alternate paracetamol with ibuprofen, but NSAIDs make me stop breathing, which would likely be worse than having a fever :P

Have texted my parents and Tim & Peter to cancel Christmas. Apparently flu is contagious for 7 days after symptoms start, or longer if you have a bad immune system, so I will still be contagious on Friday. And frankly, I don't wish this on anyone. I'm nowhere near as ill as I would have been if I hadn't had the vaccination, but I still feel worse than I typically do for a cold - ill enough that I wish I could just sleep until it's gone.

At this point, I am actually glad that Grant is having to work all over Christmas and New Year, since it would be horrible to have him visiting while I'm this bloody sick. I just hope that Richard doesn't catch it. He's coughing his lungs out, but then he's been coughing since the last cold he had about a month ago.
baratron: (Warning: Sick!)
It seems to have been ages since I've posted anything in livejournal. I have been very short of energy and not doing much except for playing Elder Scrolls Online and hanging out at home with Richard and on Skype with Shifty. Seriously, I've hardly been out of the house in the past month. I miss the friends that I haven't been seeing, but I haven't wanted to be social much either.

Still don't know what's going on with my heart. Apparently I didn't have enough spoons to write about my trip to Cardiology at Queen Mary's Hospital in Roehampton, but it wasn't very exciting. They did a super-amazing high-definition ultrasound of my heart and it looked entirely normal. I have an appointment at the absolute crack of dawn on 15th November at St Mary's in Paddington for more tests. Am far more anxious about the tests than about whatever is wrong with my heart.

Two weekends ago my evil sacro-illiac joint decided to play up and I had several days of intense stabbing sensations in my spine, plus the horrible numb referred pain in my left thigh and finally the proof! that all that is wrong with my left hip is that it's connected to that part of my spine. Fucking ow. I have, however, discovered the perfect way to describe my back pain. It isn't "sharp" or "dull" or any of those words that people use. It is like being stung by an insect or pricked by a needle approximately once every 3-5 seconds. And yes, it's about as distracting as this sounds, which is another reason why I haven't really been in contact.

Last weekend we went up to Wolverhampton to see a whole load of bands, which was great apart from the fact that Richard and I both came back with a stinking cold. It was weird because we don't normally catch a cold at the exact same time, so we've been able to compare the progression of it. And it turns out that my shitty immune system isn't all that bad when compared to Richard's. We're both quite unwell still, though.

I really need to write about all the bands I've seen lately because I have been to some good gigs, but that would require ability to do coherent writing, plus sufficient spoons to pull setlists off my phone and photos off my camera, which is a little more than I can manage right now.

It's currently 6th November and I wanted to do NaNoWriMo this year. I'm not well enough to be doing much with my academic work, but I could conceivably sit down and bash out another 50,000 words of fanfic. Maybe even get my epic story finished. Is it too late to start now? I guess I could catch up, maybe...?
baratron: (poly)
So I finally have my trip to Canada booked. I'm flying to Toronto on Friday 28th August to meet Shifty. He's American, but lives close enough to the border that Toronto is pretty much the nearest major city.

Then Richard's flying over on Thursday 3rd September and all three of us are going to hang out until Sunday 6th September. Then Shifty's going home and Richard and I are going to Montréal until Thursday 10th September, whereupon we fly home.

Any potential burglars who are reading this and think that they can break into our house while we're away, please note that it will be guarded by a vicious Attack Mother. Which is worse than a dog, because a dog will only bite you... my mother will talk you to death!

Anyway, if you are located in Toronto or Montréal and might want to meet up with us while we're over, please read below the cut-tag. Details )
baratron: (richard)
Back from the Download Festival which was literally a washout. Saw quite a few good bands, missed quite a few more due to the weather. Proper review later.

Yesterday's Happy Poly Moment: Husband taking "sexy" pictures of me to send to Boyfriend. I was wearing new clothes bought at Download - a t-shirt supporting the Sophie Lancaster Foundation, a gothic top with lace and roses, a dress which is so figure-hugging that it's definitely only for good self-esteem days. Pictures will also be posted here later - don't have time to resize and crop them right now (the internet does not need to see the mess of my bedroom/house!).

Yesterday's Not Sure How to Categorise Poly Moment: After I had a argument with Boyfriend, Husband contacted him over Skype to explain a few things. It's good that Richard felt able to talk to Shifty directly, but bad that we had an epic misunderstanding in the first place.

Currently working. Stressed. Annoyed with supervisor for not responding to emails. Going to talk to Disability Mentor in an hour or so.
baratron: (richard)
I really don't know how I'd manage without Richard. He's my best friend, partner, and carer. But what he does for me goes so far beyond what I could expect from a husband.

My wheelchair was misbehaving the whole of yesterday. Every time I switched it on, it failed with the error code which means "left motor not working". I am very familiar with this error code :/ Fortunately, it started the second time, except on the train coming home when it needed four attempts to get going. It was also making terrible noises and threatening to drive me into things because of its refusal to turn left.

So I came home and emailed Richard, and after dinner he took the motor apart - and was up until 4 am working on it. Apparently he had to "cut a new profile" for one of the motor brushes and also "file away corrosion" on one of the contacts. I know the basics about how motors work because they're covered in GCSE Physics - which I took many years ago and have also taught - all that stuff about brushes and split-ring commutators and so on. Could I take one apart and fix one? No. Could many of my friends, even though they're all geeks? No.

Without Richard I would be involuntarily housebound until such time as a wheelchair repair shop got around to fixing it. And I have an exam on Friday! (More about this later)

A couple of weeks ago our boiler conked out - while it was negative degrees Celsius outside. I spent a few hours huddled in three layers of clothing including thermals and under a blanket while Richard fixed it. Could anyone with the knowledge fix it? No, because in order to fix it, Richard had to make a new part on his lathe, and most people I know don't have lathes in their houses! I almost feel like writing a letter to his sole surviving parent to say "Thank you for bringing Richard up in a house full of books and machine tools", but that would seem creepy. Unless I found a better way to phrase it.

I really did get very lucky with my choice of boyfriend, all those years ago.
baratron: (cn tower)
So, it turns out that Richard and I have really different ideas about what we want out of a holiday. He wants a complete break from Work, which includes everything: work for money, housework and Being A Carer. Whereas I want to go somewhere exciting and different.

He wants to go somewhere he is familiar with, so he has an internal map of the place in his head. He also doesn't want to be in the situation where "the extrovert has gone all shy, leaving me to do the communication."

This means that we need to go somewhere where the primary language is English, so I'm not reliant on him to manage a language I've mostly forgotten or never learned, and that we've been to before. The existing stipulations of somewhere with a lot of vegan food that is easy to navigate by public transport using a wheelchair and that has bears somewhere that he can go off and commune with still apply.

This greatly reduces the number of cities quite hilariously:

New York? We both know our way round Manhattan, but unless something's changed in the past few years, it's a nightmare to navigate in a wheelchair - they have a ridiculously small number of pre-book only accessible taxis.

Boston? Lots of vegan food, and I've been there in a wheelchair before. A couple of times, even. Not sure about bears, though.

Toronto? Lots of vegan food, and it seemed that a lot of public transport was accessible in 2007 even before I needed that much accessibility. Also Canadians are very polite and helpful so I wouldn't feel awkward asking for help if I needed it. And Toronto Zoo has THREE (3) types of bear. Flying there is damned expensive though.

Somewhere in the Netherlands or Flemish Belgium? Okay, the primary language there might be Dutch, but pretty much everyone speaks enough English to deal with tourists. I'm looking at Antwerp right now because it's easy to get to (Eurostar plus half an hour, and the second train is included in the price of a Eurostar), and it has a good zoo and art museums, although the zoo does only have one type of bear.

Hmm.

Grrr

Mar. 5th, 2014 10:36 am
baratron: (aibo)
I wish my husband would stop setting his alarm for 9.30am when he has been up working until 4am & has no intention of leaving for work until 11.30 at the earliest. All it does is wake me up, & enough that I can't readily fall back to sleep. If you wake my belly up, then you wake the rest of me as well. My belly is busy shouting "HUNGRY!" at me & I am trying to placate it with ginger nuts & chocolate milk, but I feel awful from lack of sleep.

Oh yes. And then he has the nerve to snore at me! ARRGH!

Graargh.

Feb. 14th, 2014 05:33 pm
baratron: (ankh)
I am Not Happy. Everything's fucked up and Richard has to stay here until Wednesday night (coming back on Thursday morning). But I have to go home because I'm out of meds and have to be back at College.

And doing an 8 hour flight alone is just Not Fun, even without disability issues.

I am supposed to be finding somewhere fancy and expensive to go to for dinner, but I don't even feel like eating.
baratron: (cn tower)
I should probably update you on what we've been doing in Montréal. Though it's not very exciting - Richard has been mostly working, and I feel as though I've done nothing other than sleeping and eating. That isn't completely true, though it certainly did take me a long time to recover from the flight and figure out how to pace myself properly. This is the first long trip I've taken since being diagnosed with chronic fatigue, and is the first holiday of any sort we've had since going to Zürich in August 2012 (and that was hardly relaxing since we were away with my mother who is exhausting!), so I didn't already have the skillset.

On Saturday we went out for our anniversary dinner (which was a bit rubbish) and for cake afterwards (which wasn't), and then to the Musée d'Art Contemporain de Montréal. Most of the museum was closed for rearrangement, but we saw A Matter of Abstraction and On Abstraction III, both of which were utterly, hilariously awful. There were a few good paintings and/or sculptures - the ones which had had actual effort put into them (you can download the PDF brochure if you're interested - some of the pictures are really worth seeing). But we were extremely unconvinced by the sheet of aluminium, identical to any other sheet of aluminium from a mill, leaning against a wall and claiming to be a piece of art! At least Marcel Duchamp signed his urinal and turned it into art that way!

On Sunday, we went to the Biodôme. That was awesome, but then we like plants and animals so it was hardly surprising that we enjoyed it. The rainforest and maple forest areas were particularly interesting, and we're looking forward to going to the Jardin Botanique this weekend. [livejournal.com profile] papersky said there is a lot to see there even in winter because there are greenhouses. I am sad that we can't go up the Olympic Tower because it is closed for annual maintenance, given that it has a FUNICULAR. (I managed to annoy my family immensely in Zürich by dragging them onto the funicular and rack railway and aerial tramway - what can I say, I'm a geek for weird forms of public transport. Apparently I wrote absolutely nothing about that trip on livejournal, which saddens me now, but I assume I was just too exhausted).

We are currently unsure when we are leaving Montréal because we are currently uncertain when Richard's job here will be finished. Going to Toronto by myself just isn't at all practical when I can't lift my own case or get into anyone's house due to stairs, so I might have to go home instead. Unknown. Ask me later.
baratron: (silly)
My auditory processing issues are beyond hilarious sometimes. I heard Richard say "I think you're onto a glass bagel because you're a messy-furred wolf."

What he actually said was "I think you're onto your last bagel unless you've bought some more."

There's nothing wrong with my organic hearing - I hear every syllable, ending in the right sound. But my brain is crap at decoding them into a sensible sentence.

It's not all the time - it happens more when I'm tired, or if I can't hear well to start with because of background noise etc. But it leads to Very Much Confusion.

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