The Streetcar Chronicles

This weekend’s been a pretty quiet one for us. Not only has it been raining non-stop since Friday, but S had a lot of driving to do today as she was going to an out-of-town family get together.

Our weekend started on a low-key note as we planned to rent some movies and get some take-out. There was a Blockbuster not too far from my office. I walked over there in the whipping rain, my umbrella barely holding up as the wind freely pushed me and it around.

I got to the Blockbuster only to see a big banner announcing “Store Closing.” I went inside to ask where the nearest Blockbuster was and I noticed that 90% of the shelves were empty. The only ones remaining had previously viewed movies for sale. The nearest store was in the opposite direction of the restaurant and home so I called S to let her know that I wouldn’t be able to get the movies. I called the restaurant and placed our order. We hadn’t ordered from this place in a while so we went a bit overboard by getting five main dishes and two sides of steamed rice.

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I won’t go into detail about how crappy I felt yesterday. I’ll start with this morning; I woke up feeling much better. I wasn’t 100%, but I was close.

S had made brunch plans with her former colleague Cynthia for this morning. I was going to go to, but I thought it best that I stay home. S got up early and got herself ready. I didn’t get up until close to nine and started the day off by taking the pup out for her walk. It was pretty slushy out with the mild temperatures melting the snow we got yesterday. The gal pal was not happy with having to wear her booties, especially since they were getting wet in all of the puddles. It was a short walk as she didn’t want to be out there.

Back home, S came up from the basement, just about ready. We talked a bit about how I was feeling and Cynthia’s visit. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” S asked me.

“Nah, I probably shouldn’t. Besides, I haven’t even showered yet,” I replied. We carried on, I enjoying my coffee and S getting dressed.

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The Olympics are on all day long here; the games are on the TV’s at work during the day and the regular primetime line-up has been pre-empted for the games. It’s getting a bit tiring; I’m on Olympics overload. I miss the murder mysteries at night. Thank goodness that the Law & Order series are in syndication.

It’s not all bad, though. With the non-stop coverage comes interesting and often impromptu commentary. Here are some of the funniest ones that I’ve heard the last two weeks:

Charlie, at work talking about the play of Martin Brodeur in Sunday’s hockey loss to the US:
[In her deep Irish accent]: He looked like he was playing tennis, he did. I don’t even play hockey and I know he should’ve stayed in the net.

Several of the girls were gathered around the TV set during a women’s curling match:
Natalie: Is Mr. Dreamy Blue Eyes playing?
Me: No, this is the women.
Other co-worker: I know who you’re talking about!
Yet another co-worker: He’s a fireman.
And on and on it went over this guy.

Of course, the most memorable commentary has come from S.

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This weekend was a really subdued one for S and I. We had plans to attend poker in celebration of Christine’s birthday on Friday night, but S’s stomach troubles flared up again on Friday afternoon. “I’m feeling nauseous,” she wrote me on my Blackberry mid-afternoon.

As time progressed, she felt worse, so much so that she left work early. Upon getting home, it was clear to her that she would not be going out that evening. I got home not long after she did and could tell from her pale face that she felt like death warmed over. I didn’t feel right about leaving S alone; not when she felt so nauseous. I wrote Christine and T on their phones and apologized for our absence. Both S and I felt so bad about cancelling; especially at such a late hour.

S decided to head downstairs to be close to the bathroom. I know how she likes to be alone when she doesn’t feel well so I didn’t follow her. I stayed upstairs on the main level and searched for Wordpress themes. About half an hour after S went to lie down, I went and checked on her. Not surprisingly, she was out cold.

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S has had a rough couple of days. She felt pretty crappy for most of the weekend but Sunday through to yesterday was pretty bad. S rarely takes time off of work, but she was in no shape to go in yesterday so she stayed home. She didn’t know what the cause was, if it was a stomach bug or if she’d eaten something off. Regardless of the cause, she was not faring too well.

Hoping to help her feel better, I made chicken soup for dinner on Monday night. (It was a long weekend here due to the Family Day holiday.) S didn’t have very much of her soup since her stomach was too unsettled.

While I was at work yesterday, I wrote her on her Blackberry to ask her what she felt like having for dinner. I was up for making soup again; if not chicken, I could look up a different recipe to try. S said that soup was fine and she was okay with having chicken again.

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