The photos are all from Nuit Blanche, an event that occurs one evening every year across the centre of the city, not only showcasing art and light, but getting people into remote corners and back alleys that usually people fear to tread. I put a lot of mileage in trying to find them all and still missed two (30,000 step night!)
Anyone who suffers from RA know they face bad days. Then there are really bad days, the kind that you grit your teeth and take the strongest medicine you have. The day of the sale in my building was one of those days. My shoulders had been hurting that week, but they ramped it up overnight and I couldn't sleep. I could barely dress myself, but was still determined to go on with it after all the work I put into it (pricing a lot of small things and displaying them) I had taken apart my apartment, using small drawers as my display cases and searching for things to put out.
Mom came over and helped me carry stuff out. The morning was slow and I only sold a few things to people in my building. Everything was priced so low, I barely made my $4 table fee back.
A poignant moment came when I sold a solid gold authentic Indian bangle for 50 cents to my neighbour booth operator. It had been given to me by a friend at the bridge club. When she first came into the club, she was a morbidly obese woman that immediately had the club buzzing. I paired up with her, led her along and encouraged her. Soon her skill at the game developed and her great personality won people over and she started playing with better partners. She had given me the bangle in honour of our friendship right off her arm (she said they were given to her by her Indian husband and she never took them off!)! But later, as she got in with the top players, she dumped me and had nothing more to do with me.
Mom bought some cinnamon twists and I split half the box with her. There was so few people coming there was nothing to do. My sister came in from out of town and took Mom out to eat and I assured them I was fine, they didn't have to rush back.
Finally, at about 2 pm, people were packing up and leaving. There was no business, it was a complete waste of time for most of us. I was happy, though, that at least my other neighbour selling some gorgeous paintings had at least sold a few. My sister and Mom had come back and I said I was done. It was supposed to be over by four, but half the sellers had already left.
After dropping all my stuff off, Mom and Sandy invited me to go back with them to Mom's, but declined, saying I needed to put stuff away. I was in a lot of pain, my throat was still sore and I didn't want to come home to a mess with everything stacked up along the hallway and my apartment in total disarray.
Loved this corridor of batik work by school students:
Upset and in pain, I really tackled the work. I was determined to put back and organise things as I went. I discovered a dead fly in one of the drawers when I opened it to put something in it and saw they really needed a good cleaning. Most of what I was getting was low, so involved a lot of deep squatting and didn't bother my shoulders as much as they didn't need as much movement.
There were four areas in my apartment I was cleaning and organising. An open rack of drawers with 15 drawers, half shallow and the other half bigger. Then a wall storage closet with 5 shelves. A storage container on top of my desk with three drawers. A nightstand with 6 drawers and finally, the storage room with six plastic boxes stacked on one another.
I dumped everything on my bed and one by one cleaned the drawers and put them back into the cabinet. Then I started to figure out where to put everything back so it was together (for example all my saved washing instruction labels and scattered spare buttons were all put in the same bag.) I had to change my water twice before I was done.
I was surprised this 'rock canyon', a bunch of bags with lights in them, didn't blow away in the brisk winds we had that night:
To my frustration, I kept discovering things that needed to be put into the storage room boxes and had to continuously un stack them and get them in there. I didn't have enough space to leave everything all hanging open. I pulled things out of the shelving closet, wanting to rearrange them so the things I used frequently were at a more comfortable height to reach. This was my biggest challenge as the top shelves were higher than my shoulders and I couldn't lift my arms up they were so frozen and in screaming pain. I simply couldn't wash the ceilings of the shelves.
Some displays were projections put to music:
I lost track of time. I knew I wouldn't sleep with this much pain so was determined to get it done. I had taken two of my narcotic pills that day and it didn't touch the pain.
I had done an incredible amount of squatting and lifting, thankfully all below my shoulders so I didn't aggravate them further. But when it finally came time to vacuum after all the dust stirred up, I could barely lift and move the vacuum. I was truly done for. I did manage it and it was 9:30 pm by then. I had been gargling with salt water for my throat. My Mom thought maybe it had been my allergies bothering me from stirring up all the dust searching for things.
This art work was created with the use of the Canadian Light Source synchrotron. The first ever to do so. These creatures were too small to be seen with the naked eye:
My throat was less sore this morning and I think the cleaning really helped. I have a hepa filter vacuum so it wouldn't throw dust in the air.
I think I am fully over the food poisoning. Not being able to do my morning exercise, I asked to go shopping with my Mom & sister today. I scored a fleece vest for $10 at a store closing sale. We went to lunch at Mom's favourite Asian place and I only ate half of my meal, steamed rice with chicken and veggies in a basil sauce. But I did have snacks and ice cream in a cup at Costco. It was difficult getting in and out of the car and putting my seatbelt on, but I managed. It was nice to get out of the house. Its been a bad winter for ice and I have been stuck inside. Tonight it was trying to rain again. All the snow has been melted down into a hard pack of solid ice. Its too dangerous to walk. I tried to walk around my neighborhood and slipped five times, but didn't fall at least. The days have been mostly overcast, making my dark little north facing apartment even darker. I have been really getting into online dance videos, playing great music and putting all my Christmas lights on, making it seem like a disco room with all the sparkles.
Its going to be a busy week for me. Monday I meet with the Health region group. Tuesday I get a fall safety inspection of my suite and Friday I have bridge. I hope the ice has melted away by then.
Have a great week everyone, thanks for stopping by!