We went for a long and lovely morning walk. It was only 9°, but when I am walking and warmed up, I took my coat off and carried it. I wanted to walk all day in the trails, but I get tired of the diligence required to monitor Her Highness so that she doesn’t eat poop. Also, but bloody bone spurs hurt all the time. But a warm morning with no rain is something to celebrate in Winter.
When we got home, I made a West African soup. My friend Bunny, sent me the recipe which, of course, I wanted to adapt—this time, by omitting things rather than adding things (although I did add butter beans because you just can’t fart often enough). I love the soup, it has 6 tablespoons of peanut butter in it, but the soup doesn’t taste of it because there is a lot of tomato paste and diced tomato and that is what I taste most. But I love the soup.
After I cleaned up all the dishes and measuring utensils I’d used to make the soup, I was beat. I longed to be reading more Simon Mason, but I’ve finished all his books that I want to read. So, I went on a bit of a buying spree. Hell, it’s Christmas. I’ll buy myself some presents: a rug for the hall to the guest rooms, 4 new hoodies because all the hoodies I’ve been wearing—and I wear one every day—are large, and they make me look sickly thin. My new ones are lovey bright colours and medium size.
I also got another Winter coat. Now I have two, and I won’t have to wear the same coat every day. I also got a new dish drying rack. I loathe dishwashers and I’ve had them removed from every home I’ve moved into to give myself more cupboard space for my many cooking and baking supplies. The incoming rack will not need constant cleaning as my current one does, and it looks much smarter.
The best thing about yesterday was the soup. I had it for both lunch and dinner and I am really looking forward to having it for lunch again today. I love it very much. It’s got a lot of hot curry in it, plus a good helping of pepper flakes, so it’s a hot soup and I love spicy hot thing.
Today is My Day and it’s very windy. I hope we don’t have a power failure. It’s such a drag using the generator. We’ll walk, of course, and laze away the rest of the day. I have no desire to attend the many Christmas events happening on the island. I’m not a Christmas person; my disengagement is a legacy of my upbringing. All I have ever wanted for Christmas is for it to be over.
I feel nothing at all for NYE either. I don’t want to kiss a stranger, neither do I have any interest in alcohol or groups. And I’m equally alienated from birthday celebrations for me, so I guess you can understand why I always have had a rough patch in December. However, it’s much better now that I am here in a home I love and with pets I love passionately. Paula called me yesterday. She’s excited about coming here for Christmas. We’re going to have lots of non-Christmassy fun.
I'm glad it's My Day today, for tomorrow I go to Nanaimo for breathing tests in Nanaimo Hospital. I've had them before. They are nasty, but afterwards I'm going for a sushi lunch and I've very excited about that.
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