This Is Why I'm Here

For the past two hours I have watched the sunset above the ocean outside my cousin's close-enough to waterfront home in Powell River, B.C.

Scary start to the day, waking up 5 mins. before I intended to call my cab to get me to the closest stop to the ferry. But all ended well as I am here after all - three ferries with two windy interludes between gorgeous mountains later.

I have always had issues using chopsticks. I've had many mini-tutorials from family, friends, and classmates at a variety of respective restaurants with a variety of types of chopsticks, yet my performance has not been consistent. Until today. Apparently all I needed was a three-step instruction (with photo accompaniment) provided conveniently on the chopstick wrapping - which I have generously shared here.

Tonight I must make up for my lack of sleep (3.5 hours only last night as we took housemate Ryan to Sticky Wicket, Victoria, for the first night of many enjoyed downtown).

Tomorrow will be an exploration of this 10.000 populated town/village.

At a disadvantage

Sprained my pinky finger yesterday at work when it got caught in the chain of the back door I was trying to lower. Big ouch! I think I've sprained this one before, as I knew exactly what was happening to me as the pain set it, the skin swelled, and the colour began to change. It's really rather unfortunate that it had to be my left hand, and for that matter, my hand at all, as writing and typing are quite regular formalities for me (let's not forget texting, as I seem to do that far too often than I would prefer). Thus, I have forced myself to, yes, reply to my semi-urgent emails right now and even take some notes here as practice makes perfect, and I really how no idea as to how long I will be in such pains.

Today was day 2 and a half of my return to Victoria. New place, new roomies, a real new start of kicking on my own.

Turns out that Tuxedo Dr. as the landmark for when to signal my stop on the bus is quite flawed, as it appears twice on my route - once too early, and once right on the mark. So last night I thought I had undershot, and ended up walking almost all the way to Pat Bay highway. It made me kranky and depressed as I just wanted to sleep in my new, comfy, queen size mattress (far more than a person of my height and size ever needs). On the bright side (which I tried desperately to find on my backtrack) it gave me time to think about life sans Vikes rowing, which I would rather not comment on right now.

I think I'm going to get carple tunnel in my right hand - it's doing so much more work in compensation for my maimed left.

It's really too bad that I cannot use this sweet injury as an excuse for undercooking my pasta tonight. My cooking skills are a whole matter of their own- another disadvantage of mine.

Home, Sweet, Home

Not really sure what to do with myself, as I sit here and wait for my belongings to arrive at my new address. Sitting on the floor of my beatiful room, sans my queen sized bed which is arriving tomorrow. Settling on the couch for tonight instead.
I seem to not be content with the option of not having anything to do right now. Yet I do not want to get to more pressing tasks, like my homework, as that would require unpacking my things onto the shelves and hangers that I do not have yet! And even if I did, I would just be leaving for Powell River anyways on Wednesday.
Spent a week in Van before finally takingn the ferry trip over here to reunite with my housemates and see my new place for the first time.
Definitely a big city girl. I like the hustle of a busy town with a flurry of people heading in all directions. I like the availability of places to see and things to do - the availability of transit that goes hand in hand with a overpopulated place.
Or maybe I do just truly like it out here on the West cooast

The GRC, GRC, and more GRC

A beautiful day at the rowing club. Balmy weather and a buoyed course to row on. Coached some rec. crews this morning, then came back and killed a glorious half hour chilling with some obnoxious geese and writing in my favourite (and only) waterproof notebook of rowing wisdom.

Back again in the afternoon to save our Head Coach from being stranded in the middle of the lake as our LifeTaker decided to take it's own life. Sun-kissed headshots for our bulletin board.

Days end at 11p.m. Way past my bedtime for a 4:30am wake-up call.

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Hottest Day of the Summer

This one is about 6 days early as scheduled on the calendar. My solution: lots of cold water and keep the door open while keeping the bees out. It may be too sunny even for a 7p.m. run, but Moksha yoga's Summer Solstice night will definitely have me in attendance. 75 minutes of yoga with live beats and spoken word - a bit untraditional, but i'm down, and ready.

Nap and Night Freak

I have completely messed up my sleep schedule. The last time it was this terrible would have been two falls ago - first year + rowing - up till 12am, then up again at 5am.
I just cannot sleep before 11p.m. So for three weeks now I awake at 4:30am for 5:15am practice, arrive home past 7:30a.m., nap for 1 or 2 or 3 hours, eat work or workout or clean another tenth of my room, and then repeat.
Just when I've finally managed to finish a school year without allowing myself a good two hour nap every morning or afternoon, I actually NEED them this time around.
If anything good can come of this, this syndrome has helped me differentiate between feelings of completely exhaustion (so a necessary nap) and feelings of overtiredness (so get up baby!). Yet I still must be affecting the longevity of this life in a negative way (knock on wood, please).
It's past my scheduled bedtime, but I am wide awake.
Funny how I can blame everything on rowing, yet everyday I come back to it.