Imported Facebook Note

It is with great regret that I hereby acknowledge...

I was going to sit down and attempt to write something interesting... but then I happened to notice that one of the cork pieces fell off my flute... so I googled "flute repair" to figure out what to do about it... after a few clicks and reading complex and detailed suggestions from people who obviously take their flutes very seriously, I decided to forget about what I'm supposed to do and just super glue it back on... I did... and now it's back on there... looks fine to me. I know nothing about flutes. I bought this one from s. last year, and pick it up every now and then and play a few songs horribly. I'll never really learn to do it right, I suspect.

Anyway... Giwthamo called and said he was going to bring by this fish he caught me... I had expected that it would be more or less whole and dead looking, smeared with piscine blood and guts, jaw distended in fishy rigor mortis... but as it turns out, it was not so much "a" fish as it was pieces of perfectly filleted salmon... ready for the grill. I checked the fish for notes... there were none. (and no, I didn't actually think there would be notes in the fish)

I have 14 more work days in law enforcement... and then never again, at any level!

A couple of weeks ago, I received a letter addressed to "Dear Intelligence Analyst Ng"... haha. I'll never hear that again... it was the acknowledgement of my resignation.

Time to walk the dog... but before I do... here's an interesting little random bit... we have a new RCMP sergeant in town... his name is Sgt. Preston. I am not kidding.

Imported Facebook Note

Midnight Baking

I just ate a carrot sunflower muffin. This one wasn't from Tuff Beans, though... I baked it earlier this evening (c. 10PM). And now in the oven is one dozen orange apricot pecan crumble top muffin. I looked at three different recipes and decided that I didn't like any of them individually, so I put them all together. I think Jorge is right. I am complètement déchaînée. It's one thing to bake at midnight, it's another to bake two different dozens of muffins for breakfast... and to do so by combining five recipes...

And who is going to eat all of this? There are only five guests for tomorrow's breakfast... and there are still three kinds of cookies and what's left of two different loaves on the kitchen counter. Two dozen muffins? For five people? Why?

I wouldn't admit to any actual connection... but I did run into Giwthamo this morning... and he was eating a muffin. Perhaps I really am that easily unhinged? Actually... I didn't just run into him while he was eating a muffin... I ran into him immediately after he had purchased the muffin... and so during our conversation, actually watched him consume the entire muffin... from a tentative beginning to the crumbly end. Perhaps seeing the muffin being consumed triggered some sort of instinctual response... and this insane baking is akin to something like a domestic rain dance?

Or maybe it was Leon Rooke's "Muffin" that did it... (if you can manage to track down a copy, I highly recommend it... it's about Muffins and Heidegger... what could possibly be better?)... but I haven't read it in over a month... and the last time I read it, I didn't go bake muffins...

The Orange Apricot Pecan Crumble Top Muffins are now ready... guess it's time to set the table and go to bed and think about just what is going on here...

Imported Facebook Note

Breakfast, Narcissism, and the History Channel

Good morning! Seeing as breakfast is being served and I'm not eating, I thought I'd write another breakfast note. My level of activity on Facebook has dropped significantly recently. The primary reason is that I don't really have any time to waste... the other is that, when I do get around to logging on, all I appear to be capable of doing is clicking through those pictures of me surfing. I log in, I see the picture of me surfing, I click on it. I click on the other picture of me surfing. I stare at the picture. I click to see the other picture. I stare at the other picture. I repeat this several times. Then I walk away, a little drunk with the recollection of every good ride I've ever caught but have not seen.

It is now night time... and I have a cranberry lemon loaf baking in the oven. It's going to be part of tomorrow's breakfast. You see, I have this German couple staying for nine days... so I figured serving the same breakfast nine days in a row would be a little tiresome for them... so one day I made banana bread... and they expressed such appreciation that the next day I made a lemon poppyseed loaf... and again, they expressed such appreciation that I then made an apple pecan bread for the following day... and now, it has become a sort of a habit to bake in the middle of the night.... actually... I really enjoy baking. Before I started baking things for breakfast... I made (within a period of three days) chocolate pecan cookies, madeleines, ginger cookies (with chunks of candied ginger), and palmitos. I don't actually want to eat stuff that I bake (with the exception of during the first three minutes that the baked goods are cool enough to be consumed) so this whole B&B thing (complete with a Jorge with a sweet tooth) is kind of perfect. Of course, it's possible for one to think that it's odd to stay up late and bake in the middle of the night when one really doesn't have to... (Jorge keeps telling me that I am "complètement déchaînée"... and not necessarily just about the baking either)

I was going to write a note on my Tofinoversary, which would have been July 28th... but I didn't get around to it because I was working till 2AM... so I guess this is close enough... August 1st was my first day working for the District of Tofino. It has been one full year since my career took an unexpected turn... and today I got a phone call from a friend asking me for a FOSS decision code for an ARC... and, oddly enough, I actually remembered it.

The other night, Jorge was watching the History Channel... apparently there was some sort of Hitler marathon... and he totally got into it... I sat down and started watching... and eventually Jorge went to bed and left me in front of the TV... I watched one Hitler documentary after another, and then a short film on Thorvald Eriksson, and then there was a documentary on mummy identification... and then out of nowhere, there was an episode of NCIS. I stayed up till three AM watching the History Channel. This what happens when you don't watch TV often... you forget how to stop watching TV. It was an interesting experience... all the history phDs they interviewed were good looking, under 40 women... what happened? I remember documentaries where every phD was super geriatric and slightly unhinged (insufficiently groomed, weird facial ticks, &c.)... television has changed.

I made Jorge promise never to leave the TV on and walk away again.

The lemon cranberry loaf has been taken out of the pan and is awesomeness incarnate (not that baked goods are carnate, necessarily)...

I suffering from ADD. There was a point to all this... but I've forgotten it now... I'm going to go set the table for breakfast and then go to bed...