i set out with my load of papers at about 2:20. nothing of real importance happened except that mid way through the route the light sprinkling turned into a steady downpour. i got drenched. i'm drrrenched! i said to myself, rolling the rrrrs like mrs. harris in anne of green gables. "they et jonas selkirk." is what naturally followed. then i had a private laugh. it took me 3 hours and when i was done there was not a dry speck of flesh on my bod.
i dropped my clothes in a sodden heap on the door mat and streaked to the bedroom for some dry clothes. i blow dried my hair to some semblance of presentableness, although frizzy and applied some make-ups. then i went to the party.
the party was alright. a large contingent left soon after i got there. dave was super drunk already. "he arrived drunk." lisa kept saying. it was over by 8. i drove kaz and stephen to the skytrain and went home and watched some shows.
saturday was my dim sum date with long lost selinas. turns out that her and her new hubby live like almost right beside my work. wuuuut. it was nice catching up with her, getting to know her husband kelly a little bit and eating good foods. selina introduced me to a new dim sum thing that i have never tried. i don't really know how to describe them. they are balls filled with this liquidy yellow stuff that is sweet and salty. sweet and salty are magic words, am i right? deeelish.
after dim sum i picked up some stuff at shopper's drug mart and went home and proceeded to spend most of the day on my back with my computer on my chest researching ways in which i could go live in sweden for a year--finding nothing, but the old longing. amy started it all by sending me this link to a swedish photographer who does beautiful, very scandinavian work.
by the time the sun had set i decide to get up and go to a movie with a pass i got with my save on more points. i went to see jack the giant slayer and enjoyed it very much. when i got home i discovered a swedish series on netflix about a criminal journalist who was always getting into adventures. i started watching the hour and a half episodes and couldn't stop. in the morning the first words i thought were in swedish. then i thought, how can i possibly go to church when i feel so abominably tired. but i went and jerked in and out of doziness during sacrament meeting. but luckily i did go because leilani was sick and mei lin left as soon as i walked into the primary room and only one teacher from junior primary was there. that woke me up a bit.
it was a good primary time though and the time flew as it always does. after was choir. we're doing an easter mash up and i think it's going to be good. it combines the somberness of O Savior Thou who Wearest with the rejoicing of He is Risen. back and forth. key change or two. bellybuttonangus.
at home i quickly ate a bowl of brown sugar and cinammon kashi with frozen raspberries and went to bed. i set my alarm clock for 2 hours so i could get up and make rice for the potluck. well i woke up at ten after six, after hitting the snooze button for what must have been the thousandth time. the pot luck started at five thirty. needless to say i brought nothing. mom's rabbit curry had to stand on it's own but it did. in fact it was delish. i missed out on tracy's one rib a piece ribs. i thought of snatching one off of somebody else's plate but i didn't.
lots of discussions and debates were had. one interesting one was the ranking of offensive words. mom kaiboshed that one though because of the grandkids. madelaine was super disgusted by the utterance 'pallow' instead of pillow. "pallow??? PALLOW??! throw it up in the toilet!" she exclaimed, causing doug to laugh in some shock.
delanie made a yummy pound cake and we had it for caleb and gabriel's birthdays. next week is gabriel's baptizim.
evan has new couches and i didn't know.