Tag: Port Renfrew

Cozying up indoors, outdoors.

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OH, WOW I DO NOT ENJOY SHOPPING.

In our last session, my therapist suggested adopting the Scandinavian hygge lifestyle to combat the winter blues, which, for me, starts in October. The idea is to make my living space cozy and inviting so I’ll look forward to hanging out in it. This seems like solid advice. So far, it’s taken me on a two-hour journey through various online retailers for an area rug.

When I finally thought I’d settled on a rug, I saw the shipping cost and noped out. Thus my rug research continues. Help.

Also, who, other than NEST, makes good scented candles? I know I’d like to border the living room with strings of warm white lights, but shopping for that is dreadful, too. Once my living room is as cozy as can be, I’ll require a plush hooded robe to lounge around in.

My birthday is somewhat coming up: if mid-August wasn’t too early for grocery stores to stock Halloween treats, it isn’t too early for me to think about my birthday wish list. It’s a milestone birthday, too: the sort that warrants a tiered cake. As an adult with a moderate disposable income, wish lists seem unnecessary. Except, I actually wish for people to locate these items, which I’ll then pay for myself. Volunteer as my personal shopper for my birthday!

The anniversary of myself aside, I co-celebrated an anniversary last weekend: Jordi and I have been together for a year. Now that we’ve hit that milestone, I can finally reveal his face:

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Foto Phlurry.

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I don’t think I can claim to be anti-social media now that I’m a Redditor. I love my friends, but most of them don’t have hours to talk nonsense at any time of the day, so I get my fix on Reddit. R/AskReddit is a fountain of thought-provoking but mostly pointless questions that get answered by oversharing enthusiasts such as yours truly. Many of these questions inspire a trip down memory lane:

“What’s the weirdest compliment you’ve ever gotten?”

That is a tricky one because I am a woman on the internet, and there are thousands of photos of me online. My Flickr account turns 16 this year, and I’ve been objectified for some oddly specific reasons. Sometimes I’ll go through my Flickr archives and wonder why the permissions for some of the photos have been set to Private until I read the comments. Rather than sending my brain down the darkest lane of my annals, I reflected on real-world instances.

When I worked at Value Village (thrift store) many moons ago, my job consisted of digging through dusty, old stuff. Naturally, there was a lot of sneezing going on. A co-worker I was starting to be friends with told me that I had the cutest sneeze. From that point on, whenever I’d sneeze, she’d giggle and go, “Aww!”

And you know, COVID has taken this away from me because there’s no way I could charm someone with my baby mouse sneezes ever again.

That was also the year I learned that hearing people add sound FX to their sneezes. This friend also confessed that she was afraid of pink dolphins because they “look like people”. She was cute and I miss her.

But I still have cute friends. I call this one Tammy:

Wait, what’s she doing?

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Confections and infections.

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I was able to track Ed’s every move through WhatsApp upon his arrival in Vancouver. His first bite of Canadian food came from Tim Horton’s which is a chain fast food/coffee shop that many Canadians are somehow proud of.  Their donuts are mediocre, and their employees are always poorly trained and often are entirely befuddled when it comes to serving deaf customers.

But, a donut is still a donut. When Yann and I find ourselves at Tim Hortons, he already knows my order. When I order myself, though, the cashier usually passes out from the complexity of having to read an order off the screen of a smartphone and requires medical attention. It’s a lot to tolerate just for a glazed chocolate donut.

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