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We just popped out for coffee and cake. As it turns out, I had a cup of tea and we both had savoury quiche or maybe pie, but the principle is the same.

10B's work day had proven to be a washout and although he has non-work things to do, I guess I've also been feeling we need to mix things up a bit round here, especially when I think I *can* manage something. So for a little while today we sat in a place other than home, with other people shambling by around us. It was nice and as per usual I find myself thinking we should do this sort of thing more. And we probably could. It may cost me the occasional trip with 10B to do the weekly shopping, but I think I'd prefer this over the supermarket.

~~~

At the moment I'm feeling particularly frustrated by my lack of spoons. There are a few things that would probably give me *more* spoons if I could actually manage doing them but I can't! (Orthotics and a sleep apnoea splint are two things that spring to mind). At the moment things are still too unpredicable and my bad days are simply too bad, so they keep getting put off.

*grumps*

I think remedial action may have to be taken on this front: more carer support and better planning either side of the appointment that I've felt the need to have in recent times.

I have one outside appointment left this week - to that brain-care specialist I wrote about yesterday. My ambivalence is not helped by my feeling that right now, I'd rather be either tending to other medical matters or simply resting up. Seeing him *may* pay off, which is why I am going, but I'm going to be really peeved if it doesn't.

It is way past time for healthcare professionals to get a better understanding of "fatigue". Or maybe it's way past time to get rid of the word altogether. It includes experiences that are not only widely variable, but mutually exclusive and rarely explored or understood by anyone except people who are crippled by those experiences. Everyone else assumes a level of understanding and experience that they simply don't have.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
We just popped out for coffee and cake. As it turns out, I had a cup of tea and we both had savoury quiche or maybe pie, but the principle is the same.

10B's work day had proven to be a washout and although he has non-work things to do, I guess I've also been feeling we need to mix things up a bit round here, especially when I think I *can* manage something. So for a little while today we sat in a place other than home, with other people shambling by around us. It was nice and as per usual I find myself thinking we should do this sort of thing more. And we probably could. It may cost me the occasional trip with 10B to do the weekly shopping, but I think I'd prefer this over the supermarket.

~~~

At the moment I'm feeling particularly frustrated by my lack of spoons. There are a few things that would probably give me *more* spoons if I could actually manage doing them but I can't! (Orthotics and a sleep apnoea splint are two things that spring to mind). At the moment things are still too unpredicable and my bad days are simply too bad, so they keep getting put off.

*grumps*

I think remedial action may have to be taken on this front: more carer support and better planning either side of the appointment that I've felt the need to have in recent times.

I have one outside appointment left this week - to that brain-care specialist I wrote about yesterday. My ambivalence is not helped by my feeling that right now, I'd rather be either tending to other medical matters or simply resting up. Seeing him *may* pay off, which is why I am going, but I'm going to be really peeved if it doesn't.

It is way past time for healthcare professionals to get a better understanding of "fatigue". Or maybe it's way past time to get rid of the word altogether. It includes experiences that are not only widely variable, but mutually exclusive and rarely explored or understood by anyone except people who are crippled by those experiences. Everyone else assumes a level of understanding and experience that they simply don't have.

Oh Noes!

Sep. 22nd, 2010 05:53 pm
splodgenoodles: (Basil Fawlty)
[livejournal.com profile] tenbears is astonished that I didn't know the word 'brobdingnagian'.


Disappointed, outraged even. We've been living a lie!

And it's not good pleading that I haven't read Gulliver's Travels because he hasn't either but he watched the cartoon. I didn't LIKE the fracking cartoon.

Also, apparently there was an ad during the 80's for chips, starring Angry Anderson, and he says it...



Woe!

Oh Noes!

Sep. 22nd, 2010 05:53 pm
splodgenoodles: (Basil Fawlty)
[livejournal.com profile] tenbears is astonished that I didn't know the word 'brobdingnagian'.


Disappointed, outraged even. We've been living a lie!

And it's not good pleading that I haven't read Gulliver's Travels because he hasn't either but he watched the cartoon. I didn't LIKE the fracking cartoon.

Also, apparently there was an ad during the 80's for chips, starring Angry Anderson, and he says it...



Woe!
splodgenoodles: (Default)
There are some guys out the front trying to start a 1970 landrover, its owner's pride and joy.

It was stolen two weeks ago and left outside here sometime last week, although we can't quite agree on when. But by the weekend it was pretty obvious it didn't belong to anyone round here or any guests that might be visiting, so today 10B called the police and within an hour both police and very happy owner were here.

A friend of the driver was having a cheerful conversation with 10B (and I, wafting in and out) while the others laboured prodigiously trying to fix the ignition. Said friend had spotted it on the road two weeks ago. It's pretty distinctive, especially for this part of town, and he knew something was up because his mate was not driving - and he never lets anyone else drive his pride and joy! So he tried to get the driver to pull over (details are hazy at this point), and the driver responded by trying to reverse into/over his car. So apparently the police are taking this one very seriously. As well as dusting for fingerprints, it looks like they'll be checking out security camera footage from the local convenience shoppe.

The owner also owns a fairly new landcruiser, and while we were admiring the old model that had been stolen he did actually stop to say he'd wished they'd taken the new one. Definitely his passion.

In case you are wondering, I've only been doing very simple knitting and today I stared at some instructions for naalbinding. I had thread and needle to hand but didn't get very far.

Still, it has a happier ending than the last lot of knitting induced criminal activity. I'm glad he got his baby back.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
There are some guys out the front trying to start a 1970 landrover, its owner's pride and joy.

It was stolen two weeks ago and left outside here sometime last week, although we can't quite agree on when. But by the weekend it was pretty obvious it didn't belong to anyone round here or any guests that might be visiting, so today 10B called the police and within an hour both police and very happy owner were here.

A friend of the driver was having a cheerful conversation with 10B (and I, wafting in and out) while the others laboured prodigiously trying to fix the ignition. Said friend had spotted it on the road two weeks ago. It's pretty distinctive, especially for this part of town, and he knew something was up because his mate was not driving - and he never lets anyone else drive his pride and joy! So he tried to get the driver to pull over (details are hazy at this point), and the driver responded by trying to reverse into/over his car. So apparently the police are taking this one very seriously. As well as dusting for fingerprints, it looks like they'll be checking out security camera footage from the local convenience shoppe.

The owner also owns a fairly new landcruiser, and while we were admiring the old model that had been stolen he did actually stop to say he'd wished they'd taken the new one. Definitely his passion.

In case you are wondering, I've only been doing very simple knitting and today I stared at some instructions for naalbinding. I had thread and needle to hand but didn't get very far.

Still, it has a happier ending than the last lot of knitting induced criminal activity. I'm glad he got his baby back.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
No, not unhappy now.

Because it turns out OtherGuy did not invade a neighbour's home! Hooray!

It was bugging me that someone could be that seriously agile. And desperate.

Turns out BackNeighbour has made himself a roof sitting spot! And why not? I've always thought if I lived in that place I'd sit out on the roof too. It's north facing and I reckon you could see into the backs of everyones' houses and that's always cool, let's face it.

Anyway, 10B was just outside having a fag before bed and he observed a person up there, outside the same window that I saw someone climbing in last night. There appears to be a folding chair involved. He noticed this person getting up and wandering over the side opposite to where his back door is, and thinks he either likes to gob or pee into the space below. (Or maybe both and 10B is just trying to soften the grubby truth).

I never said he was classy.

So what I saw last night was probably someone heading off to bed after watching the stars for a while.

Fuck, maybe he was going inside to call the police after seeing OtherGuy, Bazza and Dazza embark (or fail to embark) on their crazy escapades.

More likely not. More likely he was just ready for bed and relatively oblivious to what was happening. I think if he'd been remotely concerned by the events that were taking place on our side of the lane, he'd surely have done more than quietly climbed in his window and disappeared. He would surely, at least, have come back and stared some more. Surely. Or waved and maybe mimed that he was phoning the police (carefully miming the phone call and then policeman with batons and sirens so there'd be no doubt just who he was ringing...that would have been fun, actually).

At the very least, you would surely indicate that you were fine thanks, and please not to be worrying about you. So no, I suspect Back Neighbour had no idea that yours truly had drawn a totally inaccurate connection between him and the guy who'd just jumped over our back fence and was having visions of him finding a stranger in his home in the dead of night.

And I guess I have to eat my words now about I didn't think BackNeighbour would be capable of opening a window without getting distracted. Unless of course he's been trapped out there since yesterday when a desperate, but astoundingly agile, young criminal forced him onto the roof before stealing his wallet and fleeing by tightrope walking the tram power lines, which explains why a man no doubt known for his good manners is reduced to pissing off the roof.

He will regret this tomorrow when he runs out of water.


Oh. And now I might rethink my policy on back door nudity.

That came out wrong, didn't it? It's late, I'm off to bed and I do not care.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
No, not unhappy now.

Because it turns out OtherGuy did not invade a neighbour's home! Hooray!

It was bugging me that someone could be that seriously agile. And desperate.

Turns out BackNeighbour has made himself a roof sitting spot! And why not? I've always thought if I lived in that place I'd sit out on the roof too. It's north facing and I reckon you could see into the backs of everyones' houses and that's always cool, let's face it.

Anyway, 10B was just outside having a fag before bed and he observed a person up there, outside the same window that I saw someone climbing in last night. There appears to be a folding chair involved. He noticed this person getting up and wandering over the side opposite to where his back door is, and thinks he either likes to gob or pee into the space below. (Or maybe both and 10B is just trying to soften the grubby truth).

I never said he was classy.

So what I saw last night was probably someone heading off to bed after watching the stars for a while.

Fuck, maybe he was going inside to call the police after seeing OtherGuy, Bazza and Dazza embark (or fail to embark) on their crazy escapades.

More likely not. More likely he was just ready for bed and relatively oblivious to what was happening. I think if he'd been remotely concerned by the events that were taking place on our side of the lane, he'd surely have done more than quietly climbed in his window and disappeared. He would surely, at least, have come back and stared some more. Surely. Or waved and maybe mimed that he was phoning the police (carefully miming the phone call and then policeman with batons and sirens so there'd be no doubt just who he was ringing...that would have been fun, actually).

At the very least, you would surely indicate that you were fine thanks, and please not to be worrying about you. So no, I suspect Back Neighbour had no idea that yours truly had drawn a totally inaccurate connection between him and the guy who'd just jumped over our back fence and was having visions of him finding a stranger in his home in the dead of night.

And I guess I have to eat my words now about I didn't think BackNeighbour would be capable of opening a window without getting distracted. Unless of course he's been trapped out there since yesterday when a desperate, but astoundingly agile, young criminal forced him onto the roof before stealing his wallet and fleeing by tightrope walking the tram power lines, which explains why a man no doubt known for his good manners is reduced to pissing off the roof.

He will regret this tomorrow when he runs out of water.


Oh. And now I might rethink my policy on back door nudity.

That came out wrong, didn't it? It's late, I'm off to bed and I do not care.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Hey I just found five dollars in the backyard.

We're in the money!

It was under a broken rose branch, for Some Guy's sake I hope he was wearing pants.

The spot where he came over the fence wasn't straightforward - blimey he *was* agile. Mind you it seems we do have a ladder propped up against the shed so he may not have climbed up on piles of crap to escape like I thought. Although mind you again, said ladder is old and wooden and rotten and if he did climb it, luck was definitely on his side.

But then we know about his good luck on account of his mate landing like a sack of potatoes in the neighbour's hedge while Some Guy gracefully fucked off over fences and rooftops.

Standing round in the yard just then, I'm even more amazed at his good luck. He's the one that should have broken something, our yard is an OH&S issue just waiting to happen.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Hey I just found five dollars in the backyard.

We're in the money!

It was under a broken rose branch, for Some Guy's sake I hope he was wearing pants.

The spot where he came over the fence wasn't straightforward - blimey he *was* agile. Mind you it seems we do have a ladder propped up against the shed so he may not have climbed up on piles of crap to escape like I thought. Although mind you again, said ladder is old and wooden and rotten and if he did climb it, luck was definitely on his side.

But then we know about his good luck on account of his mate landing like a sack of potatoes in the neighbour's hedge while Some Guy gracefully fucked off over fences and rooftops.

Standing round in the yard just then, I'm even more amazed at his good luck. He's the one that should have broken something, our yard is an OH&S issue just waiting to happen.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
As scarily avid readers may recall, I bought a beginner's hobby electronics kit a while back to see if it was fun. I'll be honest, it didn't really catch my imagination. (Of course, this doesn't mean it never will, just that it hasn't yet.)

The first project is all I've done thus far. It's a continuity indicator, which is a little thingy for testing whether the various components you've got lying about the place actually work properly. If they do, a little light lights up.

No doubt it's a handy thing to have if you play with electronics a lot, but I think as a newcomer my enthusiasm would have been better encouraged with a DIYCylon Jack O'Lantern, although I admit this might not be a beginner's project. (Especially since I'd want to improvise and make a Cylon Santa, since we don't do Hallowe'en round here. (In fact, we don't really do Christmas in a big way here either - but that's more of a sulky rebellion than anything, so a Cylon Santa at the door would be quite a la mode chez nous.)

But having said that, I was truly delighted today when [livejournal.com profile] tenbears wandered in to ask where it was, then wandered out again to where he was playing with [livejournal.com profile] sacred_chao, and [livejournal.com profile] sacred_chao used my continuity indicator to check the components of the car stereo!

Go me, and my useful hobby electronics kit!


In which I am amazed. In which I am amazed.
This is Sacred_Chao pulling out the car stereo for the fiddling. My thingy is that blue thing next to it.





That little red thing is an LED. It has actually lit up, which shows that the thingy that this thingy was testing does actually work. Gosh.




Maybe I will continue, clearly I have a gift.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
As scarily avid readers may recall, I bought a beginner's hobby electronics kit a while back to see if it was fun. I'll be honest, it didn't really catch my imagination. (Of course, this doesn't mean it never will, just that it hasn't yet.)

The first project is all I've done thus far. It's a continuity indicator, which is a little thingy for testing whether the various components you've got lying about the place actually work properly. If they do, a little light lights up.

No doubt it's a handy thing to have if you play with electronics a lot, but I think as a newcomer my enthusiasm would have been better encouraged with a DIYCylon Jack O'Lantern, although I admit this might not be a beginner's project. (Especially since I'd want to improvise and make a Cylon Santa, since we don't do Hallowe'en round here. (In fact, we don't really do Christmas in a big way here either - but that's more of a sulky rebellion than anything, so a Cylon Santa at the door would be quite a la mode chez nous.)

But having said that, I was truly delighted today when [livejournal.com profile] tenbears wandered in to ask where it was, then wandered out again to where he was playing with [livejournal.com profile] sacred_chao, and [livejournal.com profile] sacred_chao used my continuity indicator to check the components of the car stereo!

Go me, and my useful hobby electronics kit!


In which I am amazed. In which I am amazed.
This is Sacred_Chao pulling out the car stereo for the fiddling. My thingy is that blue thing next to it.





That little red thing is an LED. It has actually lit up, which shows that the thingy that this thingy was testing does actually work. Gosh.




Maybe I will continue, clearly I have a gift.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
It's a while since I've done a proper update and I do feel I have been somewhat remiss, even though chronological "What I Did This Week" type posts were never my intention, screw you all.

But I don't mind telling you about some recent additions about the place.




Foozle. Foozle.




Apparently Foozle is a fu-dog, or possibly a lump-of-concrete according to the saleswoman at the nursery. (Although she then amended that to "stylish and lovely" lump-of-concrete. She had to, as I was the customer and getting loudly defensive about my fu-dog.)

I'm not sure if it's a fu-dog as such, I think fu-dogs are supposed to come in pairs. It's more of a generic Chinese lion, which is an imagined lion from the times when people had only heard of lions, and so modelled them on what we now call Pekinese dogs and similar.

Over time various symbols and styles developed in fu-doggery but this one has no particular symbols on it. So probably it's really just a Western image of a Chinese image of an imagined lion. I like this.

And I've always rather liked Chinese lions and always want to touch them when I see them.

10B says my fu-dog is fu-heavy, so I'd better be sure about where it goes because I'm not sure it will get shifted again in a hurry. Given my almost compulsive urge to touch these creatures whenever I see them, we should probably put it somewhere close to the back door lest I bring on a massive relapse wandering down the yard to pat it twenty times an hour.

Of maybe it should just go beside the couch perhaps, or next to my side of the bed. Or in the bed, I'm sure Insidecat(TM) would love it.

It gave OutsideCat(TM) quite a turn the first time she saw it. She had to sneak up behind it before she could settle down and accept it as the (stylish and lovely)lump of concrete that it is. (I know it's wrong, but it's fun watching cats jump sideways).

Whenever I'm feeling way pretentious, and just as soon as I've had some quality time with my Chinese dictionary, Foozle will be known by whatever suitable transliteration I can work out. So he will be Fu Zhe Le or something like that.


Foozle at dusk. Foozle at dusk.



He is about to go a-hunting for evil spirits.


~~~


I don't have a name for my mad, whirring fish yet and I am open to suggestions.

(c/- [livejournal.com profile] rickybuchanan, who is also a mad, whirring beastie. And the good folk of Aldi's although I cannot comment on their capacity for mad whirringness.)

Here is the Fish Of Whirringness:


Whirring like a mad whirring thing. Whirring like a mad whirring thing.
View from my window.




A Moment Of Repose. A Moment Of Calm Repose.




Yes. Name that fish!
splodgenoodles: (Default)
It's a while since I've done a proper update and I do feel I have been somewhat remiss, even though chronological "What I Did This Week" type posts were never my intention, screw you all.

But I don't mind telling you about some recent additions about the place.




Foozle. Foozle.




Apparently Foozle is a fu-dog, or possibly a lump-of-concrete according to the saleswoman at the nursery. (Although she then amended that to "stylish and lovely" lump-of-concrete. She had to, as I was the customer and getting loudly defensive about my fu-dog.)

I'm not sure if it's a fu-dog as such, I think fu-dogs are supposed to come in pairs. It's more of a generic Chinese lion, which is an imagined lion from the times when people had only heard of lions, and so modelled them on what we now call Pekinese dogs and similar.

Over time various symbols and styles developed in fu-doggery but this one has no particular symbols on it. So probably it's really just a Western image of a Chinese image of an imagined lion. I like this.

And I've always rather liked Chinese lions and always want to touch them when I see them.

10B says my fu-dog is fu-heavy, so I'd better be sure about where it goes because I'm not sure it will get shifted again in a hurry. Given my almost compulsive urge to touch these creatures whenever I see them, we should probably put it somewhere close to the back door lest I bring on a massive relapse wandering down the yard to pat it twenty times an hour.

Of maybe it should just go beside the couch perhaps, or next to my side of the bed. Or in the bed, I'm sure Insidecat(TM) would love it.

It gave OutsideCat(TM) quite a turn the first time she saw it. She had to sneak up behind it before she could settle down and accept it as the (stylish and lovely)lump of concrete that it is. (I know it's wrong, but it's fun watching cats jump sideways).

Whenever I'm feeling way pretentious, and just as soon as I've had some quality time with my Chinese dictionary, Foozle will be known by whatever suitable transliteration I can work out. So he will be Fu Zhe Le or something like that.


Foozle at dusk. Foozle at dusk.



He is about to go a-hunting for evil spirits.


~~~


I don't have a name for my mad, whirring fish yet and I am open to suggestions.

(c/- [livejournal.com profile] rickybuchanan, who is also a mad, whirring beastie. And the good folk of Aldi's although I cannot comment on their capacity for mad whirringness.)

Here is the Fish Of Whirringness:


Whirring like a mad whirring thing. Whirring like a mad whirring thing.
View from my window.




A Moment Of Repose. A Moment Of Calm Repose.




Yes. Name that fish!
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Best way to not notice an earthquake is to be too busy chatting and complaining about the Indian restaurant forgetting the garlic naan.

I love the way it makes the news, with Victoria Police advising that they have been informed, thankyou, and could people please only ring when there is actually an emergency, ffs? And a few people being quoted saying it felt like a truck driving by the house...stuff like that.

Of course, I'm just jealous because I haven't had my twenty minutesmilliseconds of fame explaining that I didn't notice because I was stuffing my face and yacking to friends and bitching about the absence of garlic naan.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Best way to not notice an earthquake is to be too busy chatting and complaining about the Indian restaurant forgetting the garlic naan.

I love the way it makes the news, with Victoria Police advising that they have been informed, thankyou, and could people please only ring when there is actually an emergency, ffs? And a few people being quoted saying it felt like a truck driving by the house...stuff like that.

Of course, I'm just jealous because I haven't had my twenty minutesmilliseconds of fame explaining that I didn't notice because I was stuffing my face and yacking to friends and bitching about the absence of garlic naan.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Today the Noodlebear residence is blighted with a severe case of the fuckits.

We are each puddling round with things-to-do that would not be impossible or overly challenging in any way, shape or form except that they are all infused with a hefty amount of meh.


PS: Just got permission from the designer and company that owns the copyright to the shawl I'm knitting to donate it to the charity auction. Yay.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
Today the Noodlebear residence is blighted with a severe case of the fuckits.

We are each puddling round with things-to-do that would not be impossible or overly challenging in any way, shape or form except that they are all infused with a hefty amount of meh.


PS: Just got permission from the designer and company that owns the copyright to the shawl I'm knitting to donate it to the charity auction. Yay.
splodgenoodles: (The delinquent daisy)
[livejournal.com profile] tenbears did some grocery shopping this morning and bought a packet of dried apricots.

Cheeky bastard.


(For those who don't keep up, I've still got the best part of a treeful, out there on the tree.)
splodgenoodles: (The delinquent daisy)
[livejournal.com profile] tenbears did some grocery shopping this morning and bought a packet of dried apricots.

Cheeky bastard.


(For those who don't keep up, I've still got the best part of a treeful, out there on the tree.)

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