The Philisophical Works of a Pseudo Author

I watched gymnastics covereage. I went to the library for books. I skimmed a book. Then I ate sugar and watched Iron Man.

Yeah, that's been my day thus far. Now I am watching it sun shower and contemplating dinner.

I know I have a good life. I don't like it when people remind me, because I'm just like everyone else in that I'm not always happy with my lot in life. That's pretty much human nature. I've gotten better in recent years though. Love what you have and all that.

But there are days when I don't need the reminder, because it's slap bang in my face how amazing my life is. Yesterday was my grandmother's birthday. Now, she died 7 years ago, but we tend to visit the gravesite (the family plots) on that day, mostly because it's a great time of year to clean the garden area up and plant. [And because the other date of choice is May 16, which is about 12 hours too close to my birthday to warrant spending time in a graveyard.] So, yesterday, my mother, aunt and I went off to Toronto to Park Lawn to clean up the gravesite (there are four gravestones in the family plot area, as my great-grandparents are burried there on both my mother's sides). Then we went to our favourite Bloor Street restaurant for lunch and met up with one of the cousins who lives up the road (she's my favourite - shush!). We had a great catch up over pasta and veal and then drove back to my parent's house.

That would have been a pretty good day right there, because there were no arguments or yelling! [Or deaths] But then I took my little baby and drove out to Brantford following my aunt to the airport (airfield) there. And then she took me flying in her adorable little Cessna up to Owen Sound to find the [cousin mentioned above]'s farm they bought a few years ago - to be close to the ski lodge in Collingwood - and took pictures. Cousin's husband has wanted a flyover shot for a while (he used to own a plane too and is in fact putting in landing stripe on the farm property because a lot of his friends have planes). We managed to find it first, which was pretty good from 5000ft I think! Then we flew a loop back in very bumpy winds (oh well) and I still made it back to Burlington for 6pm.

So, really, a spectacularly awesome day. I know that.

5 days left. Big thing I've been putting off to do. Oh, and that book review that's due to the museum journal in June. Oops.

Oh, and I may have gotten a new computer. Completely accidentally.

I am thoroughly shuffed that all of my favourite FF authors seems to be reading and review my stories lately. Makes me grin like an idiot!

It's 4:30pm. Yes, I'm eating dinner. I'm also starving due to the fact my diet this week has consisted of: celery, carrots, rye crackers, low fat cheese, tomato soup, naan bread and fruit smoothies, and seeds and raisins for snacking. Yes, that's it. Tonight I am having orzo salad and fruit parfait, to mix it up. Sunday I am totally pigging out on an English breakfast. But until then: be a good girl! At least I still get 80% chocolate with cranberries in it.

In other, unrelated news, the Queen came to Leicester today. Again. Her first stop on her official Jubilee tour of Britain. She brought Kate. That would have been enough to make me go jockey for position in the city centre to watch, except that this morning the idea of walking more than twenty feet was impossible. I've had coffee now. I could probably managed forty feet. Seriously, exhausted. But I walked 5km both of the last two days and 4km the day before that. And haven't eaten much. And I did pilates this morning, which gave me energy for about 30 minutes. Tomorrow I need to mail a scholarship application, do another 5km walk, and then spend 3 days doing research, hopefully. If this exhaustion goes away, that is.

Of course, being up at 5:30 yesterday and 6:45 this morning may have something to do with that.

Apparently, Leicester has a Quidditch team. And they practice on Sunday mornings in the park. I was going to do work tomorrow, but...most of it can wait (except the scholarship application for a scholarship I might actually have a chance at.)

I called in my first noise complaint today. Since the gentleman above me has been causing a headache for weeks, I feel I'm doing pretty good. Of course, whoever it was who answered the RA phone happened to be visiting Chantel when I called. She was laughing in the background and said to say 'hi'. Friends in high places are good friends (as are all others). The accomodation service must hate me, considering how many times my name comes up, but someone has to be the one to make honest complaints, otherwise nothing happens. This year, apparently, it's me.

I might have had two doughnuts and a chocolate bar today. Because I forgot about the doughnuts until after I'd eaten the chocolate bar. There goes 8 days of being good! I went for a second walk to make up for it...well, as much as that can make up for it. To be fair, they were mini-doughnuts and it was a small chocolate bar. But when the first ingredient of each is 'sugar', I know I'm being bad. I just can't seem to kick the sugar habit this time! I am trying not to hate myself for having no will power, but when I end up feeling like crap because I have no will power, it's pretty hard not to hate myself for being weak.

Had a workable PhD thought today. Did all five of the ways to happiness. Not bad for a Saturday.