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I never used to like op-shops.

Although before that I did. So: I used to like op-shops, then I didn't, now I do again.

I liked them when I was a teenager, then I stopped, then a few years ago the penny dropped and I started liking them again.

But I don't go looking for clothes this time round on the cycle, although yesterday I did buy a nice pair of boots. I'm too style-challenged to work out what's awful and what's not, and too disinclined to sew and adjust.

I look for an old, and really long belt that will do for medjeeval dress ups, although the ideal one is actually the belt off an old suitcase. (We have the ideal one, it's just that we only have the one). I glance at cheap jumpers in the event the yarn could be salvaged and reused, although thus far the jumpers have all been at prices that don't convince me. I do look at shoes although yesterday's boots are the first shoe purchase in years.

I look at the curtains and tablecloths, as I have an increasing attraction to mid-twentieth century stuff(and as yet unrealised ebay fantasies) and I am an optimist. I look for genuine fur coats, because some years ago I did not buy one and now it haunts me.

Books are a new thing. Well no, they're not, but my favourite emergency housing organisation is setting up a mobile library and need reading matter. Proper reading matter, not out-of-date horoscopes and obscure political biographies, so I've decided to pick up stuff here and there.

And I also look, constantly and thus far without success, for just the right sort of cereal bowl that will make 10B happy and ensure his undying love. It's very hard to find just the right sort of cereal bowl. They don't make 'em any more. And I guess no one ever made very many of 'em anyway. Or possibly they were just so good that no one ever gets rid of them, but we doubt it because no one we know has any. Or even understands what we're on about.

Occasionally I look at pictures in frames and I did recently buy someone's kid's painting (I think, unless it's a lost Modern Master) and one of those delightful 1960's 'paintings' of Notre Dame and the Ile de la Cite.

More often than not, I come out empty handed on all counts, although the book thing is looking promising.

~~~

I was peeved yesterday when I took some stuff along to donate to the shop for one of my preferred charites and heard (while I was browsing in the actual shop) one of the women sorting it ask another woman there if something would be to the liking of her daughter. I really hope they're not relying on my goodwill to the agency to glom free stuff for them and all their friends. The volunteers at this place appear to be well-to-do people. They don't need free stuff.

~~~

Dreams!

Mostly, my dreams are tedious and repetitive, variations on the same old theme. This morning I had yet another dream in which I am back in the workforce and not handling it at all well.

Still, at least my back-to-school dreams are less bewildering: I now seem to have progressed from complete bewilderment and brainfog to being partway through exams and having done *some* work. Occasionally I am refusing to participate in the end-of-year concert. I consider this a great advance on wandering the corridors wondering where I'm supposed to be.

~~~

If anyone wants me, I'm off to have my eyes tested.

Must remember to brush my teeth before I go. I think this is important because it must suck to have to converse with people up so close after they've been drinking coffee, and eye people do have to do a lot of that. If I were an eye specialist and someone came in with breath like a monkey's bum, AND it was a Friday afternoon, I'd probably just throw my hands in the air, lose control of the eye pressure-measuring doohicky, and let it thwack right into their eye, rendering them blind forever.

Anyway, must clean teeth and run.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
I never used to like op-shops.

Although before that I did. So: I used to like op-shops, then I didn't, now I do again.

I liked them when I was a teenager, then I stopped, then a few years ago the penny dropped and I started liking them again.

But I don't go looking for clothes this time round on the cycle, although yesterday I did buy a nice pair of boots. I'm too style-challenged to work out what's awful and what's not, and too disinclined to sew and adjust.

I look for an old, and really long belt that will do for medjeeval dress ups, although the ideal one is actually the belt off an old suitcase. (We have the ideal one, it's just that we only have the one). I glance at cheap jumpers in the event the yarn could be salvaged and reused, although thus far the jumpers have all been at prices that don't convince me. I do look at shoes although yesterday's boots are the first shoe purchase in years.

I look at the curtains and tablecloths, as I have an increasing attraction to mid-twentieth century stuff(and as yet unrealised ebay fantasies) and I am an optimist. I look for genuine fur coats, because some years ago I did not buy one and now it haunts me.

Books are a new thing. Well no, they're not, but my favourite emergency housing organisation is setting up a mobile library and need reading matter. Proper reading matter, not out-of-date horoscopes and obscure political biographies, so I've decided to pick up stuff here and there.

And I also look, constantly and thus far without success, for just the right sort of cereal bowl that will make 10B happy and ensure his undying love. It's very hard to find just the right sort of cereal bowl. They don't make 'em any more. And I guess no one ever made very many of 'em anyway. Or possibly they were just so good that no one ever gets rid of them, but we doubt it because no one we know has any. Or even understands what we're on about.

Occasionally I look at pictures in frames and I did recently buy someone's kid's painting (I think, unless it's a lost Modern Master) and one of those delightful 1960's 'paintings' of Notre Dame and the Ile de la Cite.

More often than not, I come out empty handed on all counts, although the book thing is looking promising.

~~~

I was peeved yesterday when I took some stuff along to donate to the shop for one of my preferred charites and heard (while I was browsing in the actual shop) one of the women sorting it ask another woman there if something would be to the liking of her daughter. I really hope they're not relying on my goodwill to the agency to glom free stuff for them and all their friends. The volunteers at this place appear to be well-to-do people. They don't need free stuff.

~~~

Dreams!

Mostly, my dreams are tedious and repetitive, variations on the same old theme. This morning I had yet another dream in which I am back in the workforce and not handling it at all well.

Still, at least my back-to-school dreams are less bewildering: I now seem to have progressed from complete bewilderment and brainfog to being partway through exams and having done *some* work. Occasionally I am refusing to participate in the end-of-year concert. I consider this a great advance on wandering the corridors wondering where I'm supposed to be.

~~~

If anyone wants me, I'm off to have my eyes tested.

Must remember to brush my teeth before I go. I think this is important because it must suck to have to converse with people up so close after they've been drinking coffee, and eye people do have to do a lot of that. If I were an eye specialist and someone came in with breath like a monkey's bum, AND it was a Friday afternoon, I'd probably just throw my hands in the air, lose control of the eye pressure-measuring doohicky, and let it thwack right into their eye, rendering them blind forever.

Anyway, must clean teeth and run.
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I really have no idea. One of those spells where I consider my to-do list and wonder just who the hell I am and what it is that I actually do with my life.

~~~

In other news, tonight a small child pointed at me and laughed. Me, not Bazza the scooter.

Odd, usually children of that age (and younger) are curious, but about the scooter. And often it's sheer delight: one child won a place in my heart with a gleeful "you've got a little car!" (Should the opportunity ever arise, such kids will be allowed a free ride).

(And come to think of it, at least one adult has said the same, with equal glee, but he was a bit too big to sit on my lap).

But this was not that, I'm afraid. There were, unfortunately, no other adults paying close attention and I wasn't going to stop and go looking over such a small event, but it did leave a bad taste in my mouth.

On the plus side, one of her little friends did pipe up with how "that's like Aunty so-and-so...", so maybe this will advance her social awareness/empathy.

~~~

Of course, there's always the possibility that it was me, not the scooter.

Maybe I should stop wearing that fake red nose...
splodgenoodles: (Default)
I really have no idea. One of those spells where I consider my to-do list and wonder just who the hell I am and what it is that I actually do with my life.

~~~

In other news, tonight a small child pointed at me and laughed. Me, not Bazza the scooter.

Odd, usually children of that age (and younger) are curious, but about the scooter. And often it's sheer delight: one child won a place in my heart with a gleeful "you've got a little car!" (Should the opportunity ever arise, such kids will be allowed a free ride).

(And come to think of it, at least one adult has said the same, with equal glee, but he was a bit too big to sit on my lap).

But this was not that, I'm afraid. There were, unfortunately, no other adults paying close attention and I wasn't going to stop and go looking over such a small event, but it did leave a bad taste in my mouth.

On the plus side, one of her little friends did pipe up with how "that's like Aunty so-and-so...", so maybe this will advance her social awareness/empathy.

~~~

Of course, there's always the possibility that it was me, not the scooter.

Maybe I should stop wearing that fake red nose...
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
I would like to recommend Everything You Know Is Wrong, a good bit of blathery standup at the Melbourne Comedy Festival.

But it's over! Last night was the last night.

You missed it, we didn't. Nyah nyah!

~~~

A bit about non-linear time was disturbing, if only because my easily distractable brain started seguing of its own accord back to (or possibly not back to, as such) third year(sic), and I found myself wondering if I still have photocopies of articles about the role clocks and changing concepts of time in industrial England, in particular the article that says that in some place or another, clocks were getting a bad rep in the raunchy department, and sex workers were approaching potential customers by asking "would you like your clock wound, sir?"

Or I might be makign that up, rewriting an old memory in the light of present needs.

But I'm pretty sure I'm not.

Damn. I may have to tackle the Archive Boxes Of Dooooom to find out, curse those cerebral standups.

~~~

They did say mean things about pandas too, which I think is rough because they're such a soft target.

~~~
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
I would like to recommend Everything You Know Is Wrong, a good bit of blathery standup at the Melbourne Comedy Festival.

But it's over! Last night was the last night.

You missed it, we didn't. Nyah nyah!

~~~

A bit about non-linear time was disturbing, if only because my easily distractable brain started seguing of its own accord back to (or possibly not back to, as such) third year(sic), and I found myself wondering if I still have photocopies of articles about the role clocks and changing concepts of time in industrial England, in particular the article that says that in some place or another, clocks were getting a bad rep in the raunchy department, and sex workers were approaching potential customers by asking "would you like your clock wound, sir?"

Or I might be makign that up, rewriting an old memory in the light of present needs.

But I'm pretty sure I'm not.

Damn. I may have to tackle the Archive Boxes Of Dooooom to find out, curse those cerebral standups.

~~~

They did say mean things about pandas too, which I think is rough because they're such a soft target.

~~~
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
When I'm on my mobility scooter, you can stare at me like I'm a space alien if you like but seriously, don't be idly picking your nose at the same time and thinking no one can see you.

Because I might just look right back at the moment when your finger has found something, and you *will* be embarrassed.

(Well, the young man in question most definitely was.)
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
When I'm on my mobility scooter, you can stare at me like I'm a space alien if you like but seriously, don't be idly picking your nose at the same time and thinking no one can see you.

Because I might just look right back at the moment when your finger has found something, and you *will* be embarrassed.

(Well, the young man in question most definitely was.)
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From Saturday.

First I got arty, then I got crafty (felted slippers for the lovely [livejournal.com profile] hometime), and between those two points we went out for a drive.

The Promised LJ-Cut )
splodgenoodles: (Default)
From Saturday.

First I got arty, then I got crafty (felted slippers for the lovely [livejournal.com profile] hometime), and between those two points we went out for a drive.

The Promised LJ-Cut )
splodgenoodles: (Default)

Brothel Signage. Brothel Signage.
While I can see that there's a slight bend in the middle and two slight bumps on the right, they do not convince me. Consider the length (they aren't pursed at all), the subtlety of the 'facial' bits, the lack of the implication of kissing that one usually expects with a lips based logo. Tilt your head and look at them sideways. These are definitely lips but not, as it were, FACElips. The fact that they're vertical with the brothel name down the middle really doesn't help.



So:

[Poll #1472745]
splodgenoodles: (Default)

Brothel Signage. Brothel Signage.
While I can see that there's a slight bend in the middle and two slight bumps on the right, they do not convince me. Consider the length (they aren't pursed at all), the subtlety of the 'facial' bits, the lack of the implication of kissing that one usually expects with a lips based logo. Tilt your head and look at them sideways. These are definitely lips but not, as it were, FACElips. The fact that they're vertical with the brothel name down the middle really doesn't help.



So:

[Poll #1472745]
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No trip out tonight. [livejournal.com profile] xanni_au's birthday shall have to be celebrated by others.

Bah humbug. *And* it was another 42nd birthday, giving me another chance to wear my PJs and dressinggown out. Which would be very handy since I haven't managed to get dressed yet today.

(However, being in a restaurant, I confess I was planning only to take my dressinggown and put in on when I got there).

Oh and for added pooh-sockage, it's at tiny, tiny Yamato's. I love that place.

~~

I have been doing that thing where I keep thinking that I'm sure I'll be okay soon, and then after sitting for a while feel okay enough to get up for a bit, whereupon I realise I'm not that okay after all. If getting washed and dressed seems like too much hassle, then driving into town and walking (or even chairing) into a restaurant and sitting upright and maybe conversing with people, and perhaps also having to do things like walk to the toilet...damnit.

Mind you, I could just lean on 10B and let him do the conversing for both of us. And they might have booked the 'function room', which at Yamato's means a curtained off corner, but one where I wouldn't feel too conspicuous lying down...


POSTSCRIPT:

I'd originally set this post to private. But then I did a big heave-ho and got srubbed up, so I'm now resetting it to not-private because we did go and Lo! It Was Good. And we did have the corner room thingy which meant I really could just sit cross legged and lean against the wall in my dressinggown. Heh.
splodgenoodles: (Default)
No trip out tonight. [livejournal.com profile] xanni_au's birthday shall have to be celebrated by others.

Bah humbug. *And* it was another 42nd birthday, giving me another chance to wear my PJs and dressinggown out. Which would be very handy since I haven't managed to get dressed yet today.

(However, being in a restaurant, I confess I was planning only to take my dressinggown and put in on when I got there).

Oh and for added pooh-sockage, it's at tiny, tiny Yamato's. I love that place.

~~

I have been doing that thing where I keep thinking that I'm sure I'll be okay soon, and then after sitting for a while feel okay enough to get up for a bit, whereupon I realise I'm not that okay after all. If getting washed and dressed seems like too much hassle, then driving into town and walking (or even chairing) into a restaurant and sitting upright and maybe conversing with people, and perhaps also having to do things like walk to the toilet...damnit.

Mind you, I could just lean on 10B and let him do the conversing for both of us. And they might have booked the 'function room', which at Yamato's means a curtained off corner, but one where I wouldn't feel too conspicuous lying down...


POSTSCRIPT:

I'd originally set this post to private. But then I did a big heave-ho and got srubbed up, so I'm now resetting it to not-private because we did go and Lo! It Was Good. And we did have the corner room thingy which meant I really could just sit cross legged and lean against the wall in my dressinggown. Heh.

Thursday.

Jan. 22nd, 2009 10:09 pm
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
I put my prednisolone dose back up today. Dunno if it's the drugs or that good old fashioned thing called the placebo effect, but I'm not feeling as shakey as yesterday. Hell, we even got to Spotlight! That was hard going, and probably not advisable, but there was stuff that needed to be got if I'm ever to start using our new sewing machine.

I did not buy any yarn even though it was on sale, go me.

But my nose, dear god my nose! It started stinging really badly, right when I was eyeing off the yarn and then it started running and my already-too-leaky eyes started streaming as well. Yowsa, I'm serious: yowsa!

My CPAP nose plugs have caused a skin breakage!

In my left nostril!

It fucking hurts. Srsly!

How many more indignities can be heaped upon me lord?

OKay, quite a few I imagine, and it's probably best not to think about them. Anyways, I'm sure it's the noseplugs - it's not like I've been missing my mouth at dinnertime or anything. Well I have, but usually it just involves stuff falling into my cleavage, it doesn't often involve stabbing my nostrils with the fork.

(And the food down my cleavage is no drama, it provides midnight snacks without getting out of bed. Failing that it's there for many other comedic possibilities should the opportunity arise. As a famous and highly regarded surgeon said on a fascinating documentary on the history of surgery on SBS just the other night: happenstance favours the prepared mind. His words really resonated with me. In the same way that his preparedness enabled the first successful kidney transplant when just the right candidate came along, a steady supply of food down my cleavage will ensure that no comedic possibility will ever be missed when just the right moment arises.

One day he and I will both be honoured with a plaque somewhere, and maybe a fancy dinner with speeches).


But anyway....my nose! Every now and again it suddenly starts stinging like all get-out and all I can do is retrieve the hanky I've got stuffed down my front(yes the one squished up with my afternoon tea) and dab at my eyes and my nose like I'm trying to be delicate about crying when actually, I'm just trying not to drip and not to say 'fuck' a lot.

It's done it three times today now. I've been squirting moisturiser up there with embarrassing frequency, and really hoping it does the trick.

~~~~

Oh and tonight SBS closed with a piece on 'Valkyrie', that new film starring Tom Cruise and whether or not historians believe the guy who tried to assassinate Hitler really was a hero or only keen to assassinate Hitler because Hitler was losing the war. If it was an attempt at a free promo it failed on account of Cruise being an absolute tool. (He *so* should not be allowed to speak without a script.)

And then, back in the studio the first newsreader said to the second newsreader: "And you can make up your own mind about that, because it opens here today."

And the second newsreader said "I might pass on that one thanks. Moving onto the weather..."

Heh.

Thursday.

Jan. 22nd, 2009 10:09 pm
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
I put my prednisolone dose back up today. Dunno if it's the drugs or that good old fashioned thing called the placebo effect, but I'm not feeling as shakey as yesterday. Hell, we even got to Spotlight! That was hard going, and probably not advisable, but there was stuff that needed to be got if I'm ever to start using our new sewing machine.

I did not buy any yarn even though it was on sale, go me.

But my nose, dear god my nose! It started stinging really badly, right when I was eyeing off the yarn and then it started running and my already-too-leaky eyes started streaming as well. Yowsa, I'm serious: yowsa!

My CPAP nose plugs have caused a skin breakage!

In my left nostril!

It fucking hurts. Srsly!

How many more indignities can be heaped upon me lord?

OKay, quite a few I imagine, and it's probably best not to think about them. Anyways, I'm sure it's the noseplugs - it's not like I've been missing my mouth at dinnertime or anything. Well I have, but usually it just involves stuff falling into my cleavage, it doesn't often involve stabbing my nostrils with the fork.

(And the food down my cleavage is no drama, it provides midnight snacks without getting out of bed. Failing that it's there for many other comedic possibilities should the opportunity arise. As a famous and highly regarded surgeon said on a fascinating documentary on the history of surgery on SBS just the other night: happenstance favours the prepared mind. His words really resonated with me. In the same way that his preparedness enabled the first successful kidney transplant when just the right candidate came along, a steady supply of food down my cleavage will ensure that no comedic possibility will ever be missed when just the right moment arises.

One day he and I will both be honoured with a plaque somewhere, and maybe a fancy dinner with speeches).


But anyway....my nose! Every now and again it suddenly starts stinging like all get-out and all I can do is retrieve the hanky I've got stuffed down my front(yes the one squished up with my afternoon tea) and dab at my eyes and my nose like I'm trying to be delicate about crying when actually, I'm just trying not to drip and not to say 'fuck' a lot.

It's done it three times today now. I've been squirting moisturiser up there with embarrassing frequency, and really hoping it does the trick.

~~~~

Oh and tonight SBS closed with a piece on 'Valkyrie', that new film starring Tom Cruise and whether or not historians believe the guy who tried to assassinate Hitler really was a hero or only keen to assassinate Hitler because Hitler was losing the war. If it was an attempt at a free promo it failed on account of Cruise being an absolute tool. (He *so* should not be allowed to speak without a script.)

And then, back in the studio the first newsreader said to the second newsreader: "And you can make up your own mind about that, because it opens here today."

And the second newsreader said "I might pass on that one thanks. Moving onto the weather..."

Heh.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
Um yes, well.

I'm sleeping well, this is a good thing.

I just got Dave's DVD drive/burner problem sorted - with a new external burner. Dave mostly sits on my lap right here anyway, and I only ever burn stuff when he's sitting on the little table in front of me, so this won't be too onerous. Although of course, once you start doing 'almost as good as...' fixes, you are on the downhill run.

Went out on Bazza to do this. Ye Gods, it's Christmas out there. Or maybe just peak hour, but all I was doing was pootling along the footpath and it seemed like everyone, pedestrians and drivers alike, were in shitty moods. And people weren't getting out of my way like they usually do. Don't get me wrong - I'm clear about my rights. I'm also very polite, safety conscious and not inclined to go at speed when there's people around (I prefer slow strolling anyway). However, it's easier for other people to move out of my way than for me to move out of theirs. It's also safer as Bazza weighs a lot and the more swerving and unpredictable movement I do, the more likely it is that I'm going to hit someone I haven't seen coming up the rear. So I tend to hold to a straight line(even if I have to slow down) and generally people respond by getting out of my way and being perfectly okay about it.

But today, people were playing chicken with me. In the end I took to keeping to my straight line but averting my eyes, which worked so well I might start doing it all the time.

Don't get me wrong, most people were civil as always, but there's definitely an increasing number of stress monkeys out there. I plan to stay indoors as much as possible until the 25th.

Oh and then when I got home I tried getting Bazza in the front door while standing next to him and ran him over my foot, thus confirming (in case I was in any doubt) everything I've said about him weighing quite a bit more than your average animal bar. Then he went smack into the front door, for I am Ms Coordinato-noodle. Or maybe not. Something tells me I'll never be invited to join the Precision Driving Team at the Royal Melbourne Show. (Do they even have that anymore?)

I'm fine, my foot's fine and the door is okay. But I'm really looking forward to the day we finally build that proper place to keep him that doesn't require precision driving.
splodgenoodles: (Lady Penelope's car.)
Um yes, well.

I'm sleeping well, this is a good thing.

I just got Dave's DVD drive/burner problem sorted - with a new external burner. Dave mostly sits on my lap right here anyway, and I only ever burn stuff when he's sitting on the little table in front of me, so this won't be too onerous. Although of course, once you start doing 'almost as good as...' fixes, you are on the downhill run.

Went out on Bazza to do this. Ye Gods, it's Christmas out there. Or maybe just peak hour, but all I was doing was pootling along the footpath and it seemed like everyone, pedestrians and drivers alike, were in shitty moods. And people weren't getting out of my way like they usually do. Don't get me wrong - I'm clear about my rights. I'm also very polite, safety conscious and not inclined to go at speed when there's people around (I prefer slow strolling anyway). However, it's easier for other people to move out of my way than for me to move out of theirs. It's also safer as Bazza weighs a lot and the more swerving and unpredictable movement I do, the more likely it is that I'm going to hit someone I haven't seen coming up the rear. So I tend to hold to a straight line(even if I have to slow down) and generally people respond by getting out of my way and being perfectly okay about it.

But today, people were playing chicken with me. In the end I took to keeping to my straight line but averting my eyes, which worked so well I might start doing it all the time.

Don't get me wrong, most people were civil as always, but there's definitely an increasing number of stress monkeys out there. I plan to stay indoors as much as possible until the 25th.

Oh and then when I got home I tried getting Bazza in the front door while standing next to him and ran him over my foot, thus confirming (in case I was in any doubt) everything I've said about him weighing quite a bit more than your average animal bar. Then he went smack into the front door, for I am Ms Coordinato-noodle. Or maybe not. Something tells me I'll never be invited to join the Precision Driving Team at the Royal Melbourne Show. (Do they even have that anymore?)

I'm fine, my foot's fine and the door is okay. But I'm really looking forward to the day we finally build that proper place to keep him that doesn't require precision driving.

Ten Things.

Nov. 3rd, 2008 05:36 pm
splodgenoodles: (This world is too confusing.)
Today I:


1. Fielded a brief phone call from my beloved [livejournal.com profile] tenbears in which he asked me to find phone numbers for plumbers near to where he was working. He was sooo very, very calm on the phone -yet clearly disinclined to go into details and/or chat- that after he'd rung off I couldn't stop worrying. I assume everything's been sorted now, but won't know what happenned for a while yet. Hopefully he is debriefing over a beer chez Ro.

2. Nearly backed Bazza off the side of the ramp. The tyre was just sitting atop the little barrier when he stopped. It could have been quite disasterous, I had to have a few moments quiet after that.

3. Then I backed off the paved area and got bogged in the dirt. A few more moments of quiet were called for.

4. As was some heavy lifting which I needed to do to render Bazza path-based again, but which I did not need on any other level.

5. You don't want to know how many times Bazza and I didn't quite make it through the gate. Paused on the footpath for further quiet time.

6. You also don't want to know how many typos I've made thus far.

7. I bought a teapot from the op-shop. I do not need another teapot.

8. I did not buy the cute 1950's sugarbowl that first attracted my attention. I've been thinking for a while that I would like a nice sugarbowl. I am sick of open bags of sugar on the kitchen table and jars that need to be opened with two hands. I do not know why I bought the teapot instead.

9. Still, I had a nice conversation with the guy at the bookstore, bought the books they got in for me and also picked up a little desk bookshelf that is close enough to what I've been wanting for my desk that it will do the job well enough, and cheap enough that it can go if I stumble across something better.

10. I am now going to lie on the couch and avoid the world until further notice. I will reemerge when it's time to hug 10B and maybe stroke his brow in a wifely manner and try not to accidentally poke him in the eye. And maybe he'll stroke my brow too and hopefully not need to call a doctor because his finger got stuck in my ear.

Ten Things.

Nov. 3rd, 2008 05:36 pm
splodgenoodles: (This world is too confusing.)
Today I:


1. Fielded a brief phone call from my beloved [livejournal.com profile] tenbears in which he asked me to find phone numbers for plumbers near to where he was working. He was sooo very, very calm on the phone -yet clearly disinclined to go into details and/or chat- that after he'd rung off I couldn't stop worrying. I assume everything's been sorted now, but won't know what happenned for a while yet. Hopefully he is debriefing over a beer chez Ro.

2. Nearly backed Bazza off the side of the ramp. The tyre was just sitting atop the little barrier when he stopped. It could have been quite disasterous, I had to have a few moments quiet after that.

3. Then I backed off the paved area and got bogged in the dirt. A few more moments of quiet were called for.

4. As was some heavy lifting which I needed to do to render Bazza path-based again, but which I did not need on any other level.

5. You don't want to know how many times Bazza and I didn't quite make it through the gate. Paused on the footpath for further quiet time.

6. You also don't want to know how many typos I've made thus far.

7. I bought a teapot from the op-shop. I do not need another teapot.

8. I did not buy the cute 1950's sugarbowl that first attracted my attention. I've been thinking for a while that I would like a nice sugarbowl. I am sick of open bags of sugar on the kitchen table and jars that need to be opened with two hands. I do not know why I bought the teapot instead.

9. Still, I had a nice conversation with the guy at the bookstore, bought the books they got in for me and also picked up a little desk bookshelf that is close enough to what I've been wanting for my desk that it will do the job well enough, and cheap enough that it can go if I stumble across something better.

10. I am now going to lie on the couch and avoid the world until further notice. I will reemerge when it's time to hug 10B and maybe stroke his brow in a wifely manner and try not to accidentally poke him in the eye. And maybe he'll stroke my brow too and hopefully not need to call a doctor because his finger got stuck in my ear.

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