Friday, January 29, 2010

Springy G's Beer 'n' Blog

*achoo* Uh, hi. Welcome to the *sniffle* Friday Night edition of The Springy Goddess. (seizes handkerchief and makes prolonged, mournful noise reminiscent of a goose with sinusitis)

No, this isn't Part II of the Mesopotamian Death Flu, that flu+pneumonia+bronchitis combo that knocked Me on My goddessly posterior for nearly three months, late last winter and well into the spring. It's something downright, uh, avoidable. Permit Me to explain:

A couple of nights ago I went to My new dentist and had some X-rays done. As it turns out, for the past few months I've been semi-peacefully coexisting with an unusually polite abscess -- One that didn't actually hurt like the dickens.

Bottom line: I'm getting a tooth extracted next week. In the meantime, I have a whole bottle of Penicillin V to finish up, "q. 6 hours" as they say in the medical lingo.

I also have a case of La Fin du Monde beer which I acquired this evening... And that's when the trouble started. For some reason, possibly attributable to My love of this particular beer, I completely forgot about the Penicillin until midway through supper.

It was the sneezing fit that tipped Me off.

Technically, it could have been the smoked turkey and Edam melt on a homemade bun; or it could have been the potato chips and homemade sour cream dip; but the smart money is on the beer fighting it out with the Penicillin. It was somewhat entertaining when that vicious little *BLEEP* Raistlin went sailing off the table in a scene reminiscent of The Stone Diaries*, but by the time I finished the mug of beer I was somewhat concerned.

I've been sitting here writing for about half an hour now, and My sinuses are just now releasing the death-grip they had on My nose. So I guess I'm not having any beer till next weekend. Or any allergy meds, single malt Scotch, or brandy beans, either.

(starts to write on blackboard: "I will not mix Penicillin, Diphenhydramine hydrochloride, and 9% Québecois beer.")

* A fine book by the late Carol Shields.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

My kingdom for a pony wall!

(finishes essay titled "Similarities Between Shakespeare's Richard III and Basement Construction" and sends it to printer) Well, I'm glad *that's* done.

As described here and here, in December of 2008 and 2009 respectively, I thought it would be a Darned Good Idea to block off the crawlspace from the main part of the basement. You see, I have this thing about ice-cold drafts* infiltrating My house and making it unbearably cold in the basement workshop.

And the main floor.

And, by extension, the upper floors as well. Better to have the furnace reheat already-warm air instead of -40°C cold air from outside.

Not that it's been -40°C this winter. In fact, it's downright balmy right now. Warm enough to -- Dare I say? -- work on that razzafracking crawlspace.

So, for two out of the last three days, I have been constructing a very small three-sided compartment (48" x 18" by about 36" tall**), complete with outer sheathing; insulation batts; vapour barrier; and inner paneling to keep the cats from tearing it all apart again.

And it works.

The evidence: Eight somewhat annoyed felines who can no longer get into their Secret Place...

...But who now have a cozy little basement alcove warmed by nearby hot air ducts. All in all, a good use of thirteen hours of hard labour in very close quarters.

Pass the NSAIDs, muscle rub and chocolate, please.

* Not the beer variety of cold draft, alas.

** Large enough for a marginally plus-sized Goddess with flexibility in the top 1% for Her age group, with a little bit of wiggle room for power tools, itinerant cats, and a few oxygen molecules.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

Learning Curve

Today, Red and I went down to the Forks, a local tourist attraction and market full of interesting Stuff. Red took her Minolta, loaded with B&W film; and I got to play with Ollie, her Olympus digital SLR.

After the initial fumbling-around and getting comfortable with the buttons, I learned a lot about photography. Somewhere in My closet are a couple of cameras that really need to come out for a romp more often. I have a Minolta very similar to the one that Red has, plus a Canon digital mini-DV video camera. Both are in dire need of use, as they aren't doing anyone a whole lot of good just sitting in their cases. I regularly carry a point-and-click digital still camera; but it was really nice to handle a camera with a good lens and the ability to accurately frame and capture what I was seeing.

So nice, in fact, that I decided to post a new picture on My little-used deviantART page. My short stint with Ollie (about two hours or so) produced several dozen interesting shots that reinforced My appreciation of a good piece of equipment, and rekindled My interest in photography.

I even did My first editing of a RAW image file, by adding a neat little program called UFRaw -- It operates as a standalone program, and also functions as a RAW plug-in for the GIMP.

/Me loves modern technology, and open-source software even more.

Friday, January 8, 2010

I must get around to dealing with My procrastination.

Aah, it can wait till tomorrow.

Something interesting is happening in My life, and that 'something' is discomfort. Right now I feel somewhat like a dandelion that's trying to push its way through a crack in the concrete of an abandoned back lane.

Or, to put it another way, I'm growing again. (checks belt) No, not there. Here! (points to head)

The hard part in all this is getting started. Once I'm underway, I'm fine.

But in the meantime...

Edit a story or read a book?
Start My tax return or install the video camera on My desk?
Practice clarinet or solve this Rubik's cube?

(opts for finishing a glass of Cabernet-Merlot; putting away a hair clip; and straightening a penguin)

And so begins... Springy Makeover 2010. Don't wait up.