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I dreamt last night that husband bought me a grizzly bear for a present. It was in our backyard. And hungry. I think it’s safe to say that the reno-based resentment has set in, oui?

Interesting what happened after discovering my “gift” in the backyard. In the midst of cursing his name (which lasted the entirety of the dream – and got more creative as it progressed!), I called our friend Mark as he seemed the most likely person to know what to do with said bear, as husband’s knowledge seemed to max out at ordering one. Mark offered to come and get it, but upon realizing that they have no car (because that would have worked), instead offered that I should feed the increasingly hungry bear pita bread leftover in my fridge. “Yes, that should do the trick,” he said.

In the end, I came home to find that the bear had been, ahem, “taken care of.” When I asked husband who, er, dealt with the situation, I expected him to say the Humane Society or something (don’t ask, it was a dream… although I’m not sure my awake-self would have guessed any better to be honest). But no, as it would turn out, he had called the most capable person we know in pretty much every sphere of life – our friend Anna, who is about 5′2″ and teeny but stronger than everyone. So, thanks Anna! While I know whole-heartedly that you could save us in any given situation in awake-life, I also appreciate you putting an end to my nightmares in my sleep state.

It just happens to be against us. We got home yesterday to find that the air conditioner (built in 1979) had leaked through the newly mudded ceiling, onto the newly installed, but as yet unfinished, hardwood floors. Fantastic. Crisis was averted thanks to a clever cousin and relentless husband, but the damage (to our will and happiness) has been done.

We’re done with this freakin’ mess. So tonight we move out – down the street to the Dowler Community Centre where there is air conditioning, a functioning kitchen, and a beer store that will be sans guard for the next two days!

On the bright side, the eyeball/lid situation is much better and I haven’t yet been asked today if I spent all night crying.

I need to take up the drums. For serious.

And, let’s be honest, it may be a whole other while until I see you again. Something brought me back here today and I was so thankful I popped in for a visit. This blog has served as a great journal for me for so long and I’ve just been cruising through some old trip entries that have given me a lovely sense of escape in an otherwise less-than-fun world.

What’s not fun? Well, I’ll start with my eyeballs, or rather, the lids that are protecting them. You see, they’re very swollen and puffy – oh, and red – leading to numerous people today asking if I’ve been bawling my eyes out. Actually, I haven’t (not that I don’t have reason to). I have, however, been living in a dustbin for several weeks as we get our kitchen re-done. In addition to my eye issues, I’m also coughing out the dust on a far too regular basis. Dégolase.

Besides the physiological consequences of this environment is the general stress/tiredness/etc. Luckily, I have lovely, lovely, lovely friends who insist on being the type of fun to distract me from all stresses and, more importantly, feed me totally delicious food. Also, occasionally, I’m allowed to play their (PS3) drums, which relieves all sorts of stresses.

I can’t wait to have a pizza party (delivery, of course) in my new kitchen to thank them all for their kindness and generosity!

So… is blogging like riding a bike? Likely still as easy, but unlikely it’s still as addictive…