Curious fact

Giraffes, it turns out, only need to sleep laying down about 30 minutes a day. They’re able to get the rest of their sleep while standing up. It might be because laying down is so laborious for them…

Or it might be because it’s hard to keep those legs straight.

Or it might be because it’s such a long way to the ground

But the fact remains, they manage to doze while standing up.

Now, why am I rambling about this? Just jealous, that’s all. I really wish I could sleep standing up. It’d come in really handy at work.

If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you hubby is due back today and…well, Ocean might have snuck onto his seat on the couch, but otherwise, the house hasn’t fallen apart without him.

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I tried baking cookies yesterday and substituted brown sugar for molasses…well, the resulting cookies are heavy enough to fill a hungry bear for an entire winter. And that’s just one. I ate three yesterday and I though I was going to die. 24 hours later and I’m still digesting them.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I haven’t touched the snow on the driveway and it’s a good thing I drive a Jeep because it’s getting up there in places. As in up there to my waist! The even better news is that we have everything from snow to freezing rain coming today. Hubby is going to take one look at our driveway and get back on the plane.

Yes, my dogs have been up to their usual tricks but things have been pretty mellow around here.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that work has been insane. I’ve seen coworkers cry and quit (Not exactly what you’d call an endorsement for my job). I haven’t quit or complained but I’d love an easier work week…or if spring started early.

If we were having coffee, I’d ask you how you are. How was your week? How is work? Did you have time to do some fun things this week? Do some self-care? I didn’t get to the bookstore yet, but it’s on my to-do list.

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If we were having coffee

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you it’s been another very busy week. It’s something that we should expect, since we work with the public and it’s before the holidays, but somehow, it always takes me by surprise.

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If we were having coffee, I’d complain to you about my hubby. He is so hard to shop for! He has very wide feet and is not exactly gentle on his shoes, so he is in constant need of new footwear…that means slippers too. Well, none of the ones we’ve got for him are wide enough for his duck-feet or dignified enough for him. So, I got these…

He didn’t like them.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that Little Leonard is still with the vet. They’re concerned about his eye and waiting to see how it heals. Poor little guy.

If we were having coffee, I’d tell you I’m still sniffling and sneezing. That cold I had last week seems to like me because it refuses to leave.

Hey, did you just use my napkin? Hm…

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If we were having coffee

 

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that, after talking to a friend, I decided to leave my plant-based diet a few weeks ago. I dropped it like a hot potato thinking I’d be able to switch without an issue. As it turns out, switching diets can have an impact on your digestive system. Mine threw a tantrum worthy of a two-year old and I literally ran back to my vegetables, fruits and legumes.

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If we were having coffee I’d tell you that my week off from work is done and I’m heading back tomorrow. I’ve tried to explain this to my furry babies but I’m worried they have not understood and will be really upset tomorrow. We’ve been doing long walks and having snuggling sessions on a daily basis and they’re definitely going to miss that.

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If we were having coffee, I’d tell you that I’m worried about Texas and how everyone will endure Hurricane Harvey. I keep watching the news for updates and hoping things will work out somehow.

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Finally, I’d tell you that I’ve been snooping around other blogs and really enjoying reading what other people are up to on their weekend. Weekend Coffee Share is such a great idea. A huge thanks to Part Time Monster for running it!

About Mondays…

I’m sick but the nature of my day job is such that taking time off is difficult at best. So, ill or not, I went to work today.

Like many Canadians, I work with the public. They can be inspiringly beautiful people. They can also be crazy.

Today, I worked with one of the last kind. It’s funny because though customers might come in all sorts of ages, sizes and colours, the nutty sort always has one thing in common, they have tons to say.

This one was talking before they even met me and they didn’t get any quieter with time. The limits of my position didn’t seem to matter in the least to this particular person and they kept demanding things until I was running about like the proverbial headless chicken.

In my haste, I tripped over a desk and went flying into a chair. I landed on one leg with as much dignity as a hippo on ice. Nothing broken, I told myself and stood back up.

“Pain is a gift; you should offer it to God,” the client shouted from the counter.

There ought to be a law against Mondays.

P.S. Nope. I didn’t sneeze on him…but it was close.

Rant: My life is not like the movies

I was thinking that exact thought as I heaved a pile of laundry from the dryer and tried to walk to the bedroom without tripping over dogs.

Reality never seems to intrude into the movies. If there’s a heroine or hero doing laundry (something I’ve very seldom seen), she or he has a humble set of three perfect towels, neatly arranged and puts them into the closet with ease…usually while engaged in interesting conversation.

When I wash towels, I do all the towels. That means the emerging pile defies gravity just by standing and will usually tilt like the Tower of Pisa. If, by some miracle, I manage to make it to the linen closet without it falling, there’s no empty, clear spot waiting for them inside.

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My husband tends to grab and pull whatever he needs from the depths of the closet, so any attempts at folding and piling only last until he arrives. And there’s no invigorating conversation going on. The only words in the air are my own. Explaining things to the dogs.

By the way, that picture up there is my definition of heaven. Isn’t it just beautiful? And on the complete opposite spectrum from my reality.

In the movies people seldom do laundry or cook or even shower. I just watched the Bourne Supremacy and Matt Damon literally didn’t eat or sleep once in the entire movie, let alone do laundry.

And in the movies people walk into work from their cars during a sunny morning, holding a light briefcase and a steaming cup of coffee.

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Thanks to living in Canada, I crawl to my place of employment while it’s both dark and freezing. Forget keeping my hair well coiffed, to keep hypothermia away, I slam a hat over it and end up with the very unflattering hat-head. Instead of a briefcase, I carry a backpack, many bags with treats (I work with the public), boxes with other supplies, my leaky water bottle, binders of information and my keys…usually held between my teeth.

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I don’t dress like professionals on TV. They wear pristine suits that match and compliment their physique. If I don’t clash too badly, it’s a wardrobe success. My work demands physical movement and there’s no way I can do that in a restrictive suit. Besides, most of my clothes end up covered with a healthy layer of dog hair. And those high heels are a thing to admire from afar but a true instrument of torture if worn daily.

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Still, a day doesn’t go by that I don’t laugh at work. Matt Damon didn’t crack a smile the entire movie.

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Sniffle, sniffle

I’m sick. I sound like a cross between a frog and a duck. And I don’t really breathe, I sniff air into my lungs. Ironically, I don’t feel that badly. My head hurts and I feel a little lightheaded but I don’t feel bad. Still, it’s pretty apparent that I look sick because my co-workers treat me like I have some sort of plague.

Now, I might have mentioned I work with the public…the young public. And sniff as I might, they are completely and innocently oblivious to my illness. Instead, they are even more demanding and loud than usual.

I can’t complain. There are people at work with vertigo issues that keeps them falling over and they can’t drive, there are those who are sick all the time, and there are those who struggle with sickness much more debilitating than a sniffle.

Still, you should have heard me trying to speak to my parents yesterday. Between my accent, the plugged nose, the fact that we weren’t speaking in English and my sneezes, I have no idea what I sounded like.

Sniff!