Tuesday, August 29, 2006

ETC: It's... It's... It's Alive!

So it turns out I'm not dead after all. I'm in the wilds of Ottawa visiting DoppelSis and the charming entourage that is her family. I've been MIA on the blog front because one of the myriad things my doctor also warned me about was spending any time sitting in front of a computer. Which, if you ever saw how my posture goes totally Monty Burns (it's doing it now!) within 30 seconds of me getting online, you'd figure is solid advice.

So following the most excellent tip meted out by a few kind souls (shout out to Tuckova and Laura and Stacy!) in the comments section of my last whinge-saturated post, I managed to get in to see a massage therapist for 45 gloriously masochistic minutes last Friday, and seriously, I can't believe what a difference it made (shout out to Gabriella at Grandview Massage Therapy!). I had been considering cancelling my trip to Ontario, a trip I've been looking forward to for two months, but I couldn't fathom how I was going to wrangle squirrelly Sam by myself throughout the two flights needed to get from Vancouver to here. But when I woke up on Saturday morning, my departure mere hours away, my neck felt -- if not fully restored -- markedly better.

And Sam was perfect -- PERFECT -- on the plane. Busy, yes. Interested in everything, also yes. But that's his way, and frankly I'd respect him less if he weren't. But he was happy to while away the time reading all the library books I'd checked out but hidden from him till we boarded the plane. He was equally interested in the small television screen placed conveniently inches away from our faces in the seat ahead of us. Oh, glory be. All you naysayers who are down on TV for toddlers: I don't want to hear about it. And did I tell you about the two-hour nap? I didn't even have to drug him, which was a total waste of the baby roofies I brought along, but oh well. (Er, P.S. That was a joke.)

And. AND. The scales of whateverness balanced out. Remember my bitching about the sour cow in my doctor's office who let me struggle out a spring-loaded door with a babe-in-arms, a heavy bag, and a stroller? Well, Zod above heard my pitiful screed (because whiners are Zod's chosen people) and sent me this woman's counterpart on the plane. The only other occupant of our row was an absolutely lovely middle-aged man who made it seem like not only was he not chagrined at having to share a row with us, but quite the opposite: being seatmates with a slightly frazzled mom and her wiggly toddler was his idea of the perfect flight. Somebody nominate this man for an Oscar, or at least a nighttime Emmy.

At any rate, here am I, safe and, if not sound, not entirely unsound. I probably won't be posting much between now and Labour Day, though. There's the neck thing, of course, but more importantly, I'm trying to maximize my time with this happy crew. I'll just share a couple of the highs and lows of the tip so far:

High: Eating the best fucking tomatoes I can remember eating. Like, tomatoes so red and juicy and firm and flavourful that all you need is a knife, a fork, and some salt, and you've got yourself a meal.

Low: Seeing the biggest fucking spider I've ever seen outside a wildlife exhibit, just hanging out -- hanging out! Like it owned the place! -- under the trampoline. I'm talking big. But I'm not even going to try to convey how big this goddamned thing was, because you'd just assume I'm exaggerating, and I kind of couldn't blame you, but I wouldn't be. It was that big. I didn't like trampolines to begin with, and this has done nothing to improve my opinion of them.

So I'll see you all back here on the first day of school. I hope you have your "What I Did Over the Summer Holidays" essays ready. And yes. Spelling counts.

13 comments:

landismom said...

Sounds like a good trip, and lucky you for getting the helpful seat mate! Hope the rest of your time there is as relaxing.

Griffin said...

As a daily reader (addict?) I'm glad to hear you're doing better and that you're enjoying your trip! (Also glad to know that I won't have to search out somewhere else to get my fix...) Looking forward to more wonderful posts come fall.

Kim said...

I second griffin's comment. My Doppelganger fix is far more important to me than my daily java, and much more enjoyable. The day is not the same without 50 Books.

Tara said...

Dopp: your posture problem is probably due to the fact that you use a laptop exclusively (bad enough) and on surfaces not intended for work. I recommend a desk, a good chair (you can get gently used/slightly defective Aerons on eBay for cheap!), a footrest, and a full-size keyboard.

Diner Girl said...

Of course I've already posted my What I Did on My Summer Vacation essay/list, even though I'm totally depressed that summer is coming to an end. I'm looking forward to your return because I need some good book recommendations. I slacked all summer and read trashy biographies (Faye Dunaway anyone) and easy fiction. Now that fall is on its way, I feel the need to read something more substantive.

Anna said...

So, maybe you'll sympathise with this story. People I tell it to generally laugh. Once, when I was about 9, I had just got out of the shower and put the towel on my head and then a spider dropped out and onto my head. It was moderately sized but it was IN MY HAIR.

Ugh, big fucking spiders are so fucking annoying! And big! And creepy!

Cap'n Ganch said...

Should you maybe get one of those ergonomic balls to sit on instead of a standard chair? Or checking your email on your couch? (Which, I believe, is fine in small portions, but not recommended for extended usage con computadora.)

Anne-Marie said...

Great to hear you not only survived the flight but sound like you might have actually enjoyed it! Rest up, take 'er easy and see you when you get back to this part of this world

Genevieve said...

Was the spider Annie Hall sized?

Re typing: try keeping your ears over your shoulders and your shoulders over your hips, while sitting and while walking. Keeping that in mind improved my posture immeasurably and probably helped save me from surgery (though PT helped more).

Doppelsis said...

Doppelganger screamed when she made me spray a whole can of Raid on the spider. Her screaming sent her DoppelNiece and DoppelNephew screaming around the yard. Way to be a grownup.

crabbykate said...

Oh I'm all about tv for toddlers. People who say otherwise are just plain wrong. Or liars.

Cap'n Ganch said...

You may have seen this before, but I was browsing my archives and found something you might enjoy. Hell, I probably found it from your site, anyway.

Enjoy.

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