Why are Saturdays never long enough?

[fajrdrako]

It was a good day.

My yoga practice was superb. It's only been a little more than two weeks since I started doing my daily weights/yoga routine (each on alternate days) and already I can feel a huge difference. And see a huge difference, just in what I can do. And it's the full-spectrum light that seems to be making it possible for me to even attempt this, which I still find an incredible and terrifying thing.

So I felt all energized and happy, and took oatmeal up to maaseru and maaboroshi for breakfast.

Then: some quick-but-serious housework.

Then: lunch at the Ben Ben with a friend from Vancouver who's in town for the week. I lvoe the Ben Ben restuarant on Somerset - it's the only place I know which can be reliably counted on to serve congee at any time of the day. I was there once, though, when the congee cook was on holiday in San Francisco. I guess, considering how delicious his work is, he deserved a holiday.... In any case, again today I got to eat the BBQ duck congee that I love so much.

The afternoon was fairly productive, too. Then Beulah came over and we watched The Sarah Jane Adventures, series 1, episode 7 - I loved the plot. The end of the episode was the middle of the story, a terrible cliffhanger, at which point we went (with maaseru to the Green Door for supper. It was mostly snowing - occasionally raining. What kind of weather is that? Beulah opted to go home then, for fear the driving might get worse, and maaseru and I had tea, cookies and my latest weakness: President's Choice Butter Fudge, "a crumbly old-fashioned delight". It's the closest thing in flavour and texture that I've ever found to my mother's wonderful recipe for "Maple Cream" from an old version of The Joy of Cooking. Aaah. Perfection exists.

Then I wrote, and though I didn't write the quantity I'd hoped for, I'm most pleased with the quality.

Hoping for some time to write tomorrow, too.... But not holding my breath.

Comments

[chatona.livejournal.com]

Sounds great :D

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

It was. I love weekends.

[chatona.livejournal.com]

Who doesn't? :D

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Well, Captain Jack doesn't take any, but I suppose he loves his work.

I guess the Doctor doesn't take any either, but his life's one long weekend.

[walkingowl.livejournal.com]

When I started to use a full-spectrum lamp, about six years ago, I found immediate change, too. Yes, it may be frightening to think that all your improved balance may (or may not!) hinge on having your light bulb not go out, but be reassured that there are many, many such lamps and bulbs out there, and they are not going to go away tomorrow. Everyone who tries these things finds them good to have.

That said, have Canadians heard any of the current mutterings about how ordinary light bulbs (the kind Edison patented) are "energy guzzlers" and that US Congress is being pressured to phase them out within about fifteen years, in favor of the longer-lasting sort which actually makes my eyes and ears go crazy...? Well, there's my entire point in one run-on sentence... no consideration given to people who have hyperacute visual and auditory senses, who will be harmed by losing their mild, nonviolent typical lightbulbs. Please, don't make me live in a world lit by fluroescents! But maybe that is where things are heading. Makes me somber.

I recall the duck congee at the Ben Ben... you gave me a taste of yours, one time. Its texture reminded me of the bubble tea that you've so embraced, and described so enthusiastically on many occasions. And there was snow on the ground that day, too. Nice day, it was.

I have long searched for several things from my childhood: apple crisp, chicken rice soup, and chocolate pudding. All of a certain texture, flavor, so on. I came close to the soup on a couple occasions -- I made some myself, late last summer, with a certain kind of rice that someone had given me because they didn't want it, and now I'm in search of that rice again!

And I concur, even never having tasted your mother's fudge, that fudge is indeed individual, unique, to be treasured. I don't bother getting it at the store these days because it just never tastes like it should. That is, like my memories.

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Hello, Birthday Girl!

I continue to use the full-spectrum light, though I don't feel quite as dependent on it as I did for a while. I'm not sure whether that's good or bad! But - head cold aside - I'm feeling okay, and all is well.

Yes, there's talk about light bulbs here. I feel a certain need to be able to control the light around me - a dim light can be restful and enjoying for, say, talking with someone and sharing dinner, but I know a lack of light can also sap my energy and depress me.

I haven't had congee at the Ben Ben since my lunch with Vince when he was in town. Eeee! Withdrawal!

[walkingowl.livejournal.com]

Thank you... birthday was, um, interesting -- after a week off, I went back to work that day (volunteered for the holiday, got paid twice, you see) and apparently got totally inundated by sensory input -- quite an enlightening experience. Highly unpleasant at the time, but now I consider it incredibly valuable.

As for why you do not feel so strongly dependent on the light now: it could be that your brain chemistry has shifted to something different, thanks to your having used it regularly these several weeks.

Agreed about liking to be able to control the light level yourself... one situation is not the same as all others, and comfort is the idea, no?

Well, I think -- as I cannot drive to Ottawa and take you there -- you should go to the Ben Ben and have duck congee in honor of my birthday, anyway. hee

[fajrdrako.livejournal.com]

Getting paid twice sounds good to me. What holiday was it? Oh, wait - Martin Luther King Day. (My calendar here has US holidays on it.) I missed that one entirely.

My brain chemistry is feeling pretty good. And now my cold is dissipating... my body chemistry does, too.

Congee! Yes! Great idea!