Radio silence was unintentional

There’s some plague going around Kelowna where you’re sick for weeks, in my case 2 and counting. I’m actually quite amazed at how much goo has been coming out of my nose all this time; I’d have thought I’d run out eventually and there’d be an echo in my head from all the freed-up space, but not yet. I never take an illness well so I felt it was enough to just show up to work, come home and pass out every day, screw anything frivolous like this here blahg or personal hygiene.

It was good, then, to get out today and finally check out some wineries, since there are only like a couple hundred around here. Being on the sides of hills they tend to be rather picturesque and sometimes have random touristy things for you to take photos of, like this big statue of a wine bottle pouring into a glass.

I’m really more of a beer person but their establishments aren’t quite as pretty for the most part.

I wrote a few weeks ago about my shoulder being messed up, and it’s at a point now where I’m getting really used to pain radiating up to my head and down my arm, woowee. It took until last Friday for me to realize that my cycling to/from work every day might be aggravating it, which may seem like an obvious idea to you but it never hurt while I was cycling and I assumed it was just always going to spasm no matter what. So now I have to bus to work along with the students and the old people until this shoulder thing gets worked out. I now sort of wish I had a car, but 3 km still seems like a silly distance to drive.

Friends’ parents have been saying how they’re sure I’m going to find myself a husband here and settle down. Perhaps they should just know now that the chance of that is even slimmer here than in Vancouver, and I’m still me, so it’s better just give up and accept my spinsterhood already. The best I could do, and believe me I’m not going to do it unless I’m really drunk and on a dare, would be to go hang out at the Eldorado, tell everyone I’m 25 and bat my eyes at the semi-rich retirees. Even then I don’t believe there’s a large enough window between drunk enough and alcohol poisoning for me to do this.

That’s it for the updates; when I get a social life I’ll let you know, but given the wait I’m sure I’ll blog again before then.