cleanse

do other people struggle with the ruts like i do? 'the ruts' brings to mind 'the trots'. totally different though. i'm tired of the ruts. the ruts swallow me whole. i'm becoming rutmanure and i don't wanna.

once a long time ago my best pal fatima made me a jazz cd. i'm listening to it now and i'm 'preesheeating her gift anew.

i invited randy and heather over after church for dinner and a walk. i ended up making tuna casserole because that's what i had. it was a darn good tuna casserole too, if you believe it. i've noticed that people tend to be skeptical about the tastiness of tuna casseroles. mine was super good this time because i had fresh mushrooms and the extra aged cheddar cheese. i also baked my yam and mashed it with butter and brown sugar and cinnamon. randy brought low fat ritz crackers and jalapeno pepper jack, plus some marble cheese for heather, and some blueberries. he's been eating a lot of blueberries lately, so naturally i asked him if his poo was black. heather contributed the cream of mushroom soup for the casserole. we had a nice meal and i was stuffed.

we sat around like overstuffed chairs for a while and conversated.

i roused us and we left for a walk. i wanted randy to drive. he said he could drive if it wasn't longer than an hour. "it won't be." i assured him. "that includes a fifteen minute drive, a fifteen minute walk and a fifteen minute drive back?" asks the calculating randal. "whatever it takes for you to drive." i reply with a shrug, shuffling into my flip flops.

randy took us to the dike, but a different part than heather and i go to. we stopped at a spot at the end of no. 3 road and randy said "we'll walk around a bit here and then drive down a bit. there's some neat stuff down there." (pointing west). so we get out of the car. "which way shall we go?" i ask stretching and anticipating a lovely evening stroll. "well how about we just stand here and look for fish." says randy. what a sneek. ulterior motives. heather and i look at each other and laugh. that randy. there were no fish and after randy got his angler's info from a fellow fisherman we got in the car and drove down the road a bit.

the river was really wide and deep and i forgot to say that we saw a HUGE boat as we were driving up that towered over the trees and houses. the new spot was more marshy. we saw some ducks and heather fell in love with a seal. we saw it and then we were going to walk on but heather didn't want to leave the spot we saw the seal. she lagged behind and kept looking back. "your seal's gone." i told it to her straight. "no-hoo" she whined.

we walked by the historic london farm. randy used the facilites and heather and i found the "chicken club" and sat and watched the chickens. they were pretty tawny and white chickens. the rooster wasn't overly roosterish looking but he sure liked to keep everyone in line. randy came back to find us sitting on a bench in front of the chicken club. "this wasn't the kind of bird watching i had in mind." he quipped. "har-har.", we returned.''

randy urged us along with promises of 'neat stuff' ahead. we eventually came to a wide wooden wharf. in the middle of the wharf was a platform two steps up. on the platform were two white terriers of some sort, closely shaven, side by side posing for a picture. a young japanese girl was taking it. when we came up they started yipping excessively. "wouldn't it be too bad if they fell in the river." muttered randy under his breath.

the sun was setting and it was very pretty and peaceful on the river. i liked the coloured clouds reflected in the water. an otter (doing what he otter) was sighted by everyone but me.

as we drove away i looked back and saw a large luminous full moon rising out of a pink cloud. la lune. of course this led to blue moon singing and we were thus doomed to a never ending blue moon continuing in our heads. randy had to pick up his brother in law, john so rather than drive heather and i back and then drive back out to the ferry we convinced him to take us along.

in the back seat heather and i discussed camping plans. we decided that we needed a tarp and so heather asked randy if he had one we could borrow. he was slow to answer. "what do you want to use my tarp for?" randy wanted to know. "to put over our tent." says heather. we could tell he was worried about what would happen to his tarp if he lent it to us. i said we would cut out snow flake patterns in it and heather said we would make a chain of tarp dolls. we killed ourselves laughing at our own jokes. when he dropped us off her wordlessly dug through the many many things he keeps in his trunk and handed us a new tarp. fresh tarp. our favourite arts and crafts material.

at work i talked to lisa m about my rut situation. she told me that during the day i had said "i want something exciting to happen", "i'm bored." "i'm in a rut.". it's been on my mind. it's been bugging. i could tell that i was climbing out because i spent the afternoon at work finding things to do, when all our regular work was done and no one was around anyways. i even cleaned the grill. so when i got home i had a firm plan in my head to get some things done. i brought my cds in so i could work to music. i dusted, vacuumed, mopped and cleaned the kitchen. it was satifying. as always, i find that cleaning my house makes me feel cleansed inside.

i sat down to write this post and heather called. we had plans to go to walmart to look for her new camera. then karey called and i had just enough time to hear about her awful moving experience.

it turned out that walmart was little selection and overpriced. way different prices than the website. but heather did buy a sleeping bag and some chocolate almonds. the new london drugs was better to us. i really liked the sales guy. i find that i like the sales guys at london drugs. they're helpful. they know stuff. heather got a panasonic camera and a new memory card.

and now i'm home in my clean house and elicia just gave me a sugerless lemon peek freans.