RL v Fic
Sorry. RL it has continued to intervene - the nerve. Thursday’s dinner for a friend’s birthday turned into a very late night. Yay for the painkillers kicking in in time not to ruin the party. Had the best Asian chicken salad with a ginger-sesame dressing. And as for the tiniest most exquisite fresh fig fruit tart -
Yum Note to self: Go back to long walks up the mountain in my “free” time ☹
After I got home I then had to run around water-proofing the house ahead of the waterblasters arrival the next morning. Lots and lots of towels tucked under doors, and cardboard taped over window grills. And after all that I was up till 2am working on another fic. ::yawn:: Turned the light out, and at 2:05 exactly the rain came down just in time to flush my partying neighbours (where the hell do they continue to get their energy and bad music from?) quietly back inside their home. Was still raining when I left for work wondering if the waterblasters would somehow be able to magically channel the heavens to do the job without impacting on my water bill.
Rained all day Friday. Marvellous to see my favourite weather out in force, and even better to have an excuse to wear boots (I am such a shoe slut - hmmm speaking of boots, with winter coming on I absolutely need another pair for work. No, really!), and wield a large umbrella. The good news is I (only just) managed to stop myself from doing a Gene Kelly number as I splashed through the puddles en route to work.
The first thing I did when I arrived was take another long look at the shelves of Chinese books that were hanging accusingly over my head, and I decided that any memory of Wade-Giles romanization was so far back in the mists of time, that I just had to leave the books till Monday. Heh. (Um, except for the fact that I now have to brush up on my transliteration skills over the weekend. Damn it.).
With that momentous decision made, what did I decide to do to cheer up my Friday? Oh, yeah. Statistics. An entire day of spreadsheets. Be still my heart.
My work life really needs an intervention. Please feel free to send Winchesters in to rescue me. Just email me first and give me a 5 minute warning so I can make sure I’m wearing my sexiest Italian shoes.
Came home to find that, typically, water had managed to get inside the house despite all my precautions. There went a fun few hours cleaning up the mess, peeling off soggy cardboard, and cleaning down windows etc. Now all that is left is a clean house ready for the painters (if the rain will now go away long enough for them to paint), and a giant pile of towels that needed washing. Urk. I want a maid. And someone named Sven to come and give me a neck rub and a foot massage.
Yesterday I got up at 6am and started doing load after load of washing despite the bleak weather. By 10.30am I had the inside of the house as clean as the outside and even had the damned silver polished and set out on a tray ready for an afternoon tea. That left me an hour to dash to the shops to grab the papers and a few essentials, and get home and changed for a lunch out with a friend. By some miracle I made it with 10 minutes to spare, and was actually sitting in my foyer with my laptop on my knees coding fic while I kept an eye out for my ride. Phew! Now I just need some gaps in my life that are longer than 10 minutes.
Had a lovely and surprisingly healthy lunch with a friend, and then we spent much longer than we meant to drifting through a bookstore (SALE! SALE! SALE!). Despite the discounts I managed to remember the budget and just wrote down a long list of books to borrow (Oops how can I not have read Cormac McCarthy’s The Road yet?) from the local public library.
Then we came home to have a nice afternoon tea in my courtyard (no lizards lurking today probably because I hadn’t baked and was only serving bought biscuits - shame on me! But something had to give).
This morning? Long, long walk to get rid of all those extra calories. This afternoon I throw myself off a local cliff-face attached to what looks like a very thin rope. Why, oh why did I finally give in to someone’s long time nagging to go abseiling? Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking either.
Did it once when I was a teenager, but:
a) that was a hell of a long time ago
b) I didn’t inhale
c) it was only an itsy bitsy 20 ft cliff
d) I was a teenager and thought I could do anything MacGyver could do
This cliff over the river is more like 60-80 ft (I’m going to look it up on the net soon to check how scary it is), and I’m a much bigger wuss now than I was then.
::sigh:: Do you ever get the feeling that the whole carpe diem thing might be a cosmic joke? We’ll see. Hope that rope has a really good breaking strain and that I don’t end up featured on the local news filmed from a rescue chopper as a tiny blob swinging helplessly to and fro on a rope screaming, ‘Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi!’
Oh well, if I don’t by some strange quirk of fate go splat, I unfortunately still have to find time to finish Peter Tremayne’s bland Whispers of the dead in time for my book club breakfast before work on Monday morning.
And the time to finish one other fic, and do something aboutnoirbabalon’s suggestion that I do a female centred piece for some challenge out there. Damn you Noir! Haven’t I already got enough in my pending pile?
::frowns at friend and demands citrus tarts immediately if she has to perform on demand::
So, as a result of all of the above, the long delayed (blame my sucky life) conclusion to Bread and Circuses is coming right up.
Here be cupcakes, aprons and angst. Have a surreal picnic, my children.
And now if you don’t mind I need to lie on the floor hugging a pillow for half an hour and listening to Dave Matthews to unwind from my week.
And just in case it helps, for the next few hours would you all please keep repeating, ‘MacGyver did it, Seer Argent can do it. MacGyver did it, Seer Argent can do it. MacGyver did it, Seer Argent can do it …
If you want to see what I'm going to leap off shortly, click here.
I think it is a lot higher than it looks in that photo.
EEEEEKKKKKK!!!!!!!
Yum Note to self: Go back to long walks up the mountain in my “free” time ☹
After I got home I then had to run around water-proofing the house ahead of the waterblasters arrival the next morning. Lots and lots of towels tucked under doors, and cardboard taped over window grills. And after all that I was up till 2am working on another fic. ::yawn:: Turned the light out, and at 2:05 exactly the rain came down just in time to flush my partying neighbours (where the hell do they continue to get their energy and bad music from?) quietly back inside their home. Was still raining when I left for work wondering if the waterblasters would somehow be able to magically channel the heavens to do the job without impacting on my water bill.
Rained all day Friday. Marvellous to see my favourite weather out in force, and even better to have an excuse to wear boots (I am such a shoe slut - hmmm speaking of boots, with winter coming on I absolutely need another pair for work. No, really!), and wield a large umbrella. The good news is I (only just) managed to stop myself from doing a Gene Kelly number as I splashed through the puddles en route to work.
The first thing I did when I arrived was take another long look at the shelves of Chinese books that were hanging accusingly over my head, and I decided that any memory of Wade-Giles romanization was so far back in the mists of time, that I just had to leave the books till Monday. Heh. (Um, except for the fact that I now have to brush up on my transliteration skills over the weekend. Damn it.).
With that momentous decision made, what did I decide to do to cheer up my Friday? Oh, yeah. Statistics. An entire day of spreadsheets. Be still my heart.
My work life really needs an intervention. Please feel free to send Winchesters in to rescue me. Just email me first and give me a 5 minute warning so I can make sure I’m wearing my sexiest Italian shoes.
Came home to find that, typically, water had managed to get inside the house despite all my precautions. There went a fun few hours cleaning up the mess, peeling off soggy cardboard, and cleaning down windows etc. Now all that is left is a clean house ready for the painters (if the rain will now go away long enough for them to paint), and a giant pile of towels that needed washing. Urk. I want a maid. And someone named Sven to come and give me a neck rub and a foot massage.
Yesterday I got up at 6am and started doing load after load of washing despite the bleak weather. By 10.30am I had the inside of the house as clean as the outside and even had the damned silver polished and set out on a tray ready for an afternoon tea. That left me an hour to dash to the shops to grab the papers and a few essentials, and get home and changed for a lunch out with a friend. By some miracle I made it with 10 minutes to spare, and was actually sitting in my foyer with my laptop on my knees coding fic while I kept an eye out for my ride. Phew! Now I just need some gaps in my life that are longer than 10 minutes.
Had a lovely and surprisingly healthy lunch with a friend, and then we spent much longer than we meant to drifting through a bookstore (SALE! SALE! SALE!). Despite the discounts I managed to remember the budget and just wrote down a long list of books to borrow (Oops how can I not have read Cormac McCarthy’s The Road yet?) from the local public library.
Then we came home to have a nice afternoon tea in my courtyard (no lizards lurking today probably because I hadn’t baked and was only serving bought biscuits - shame on me! But something had to give).
This morning? Long, long walk to get rid of all those extra calories. This afternoon I throw myself off a local cliff-face attached to what looks like a very thin rope. Why, oh why did I finally give in to someone’s long time nagging to go abseiling? Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking either.
Did it once when I was a teenager, but:
a) that was a hell of a long time ago
b) I didn’t inhale
c) it was only an itsy bitsy 20 ft cliff
d) I was a teenager and thought I could do anything MacGyver could do
This cliff over the river is more like 60-80 ft (I’m going to look it up on the net soon to check how scary it is), and I’m a much bigger wuss now than I was then.
::sigh:: Do you ever get the feeling that the whole carpe diem thing might be a cosmic joke? We’ll see. Hope that rope has a really good breaking strain and that I don’t end up featured on the local news filmed from a rescue chopper as a tiny blob swinging helplessly to and fro on a rope screaming, ‘Help me Obi-Wan Kenobi!’
Oh well, if I don’t by some strange quirk of fate go splat, I unfortunately still have to find time to finish Peter Tremayne’s bland Whispers of the dead in time for my book club breakfast before work on Monday morning.
And the time to finish one other fic, and do something aboutnoirbabalon’s suggestion that I do a female centred piece for some challenge out there. Damn you Noir! Haven’t I already got enough in my pending pile?
::frowns at friend and demands citrus tarts immediately if she has to perform on demand::
So, as a result of all of the above, the long delayed (blame my sucky life) conclusion to Bread and Circuses is coming right up.
Here be cupcakes, aprons and angst. Have a surreal picnic, my children.
And now if you don’t mind I need to lie on the floor hugging a pillow for half an hour and listening to Dave Matthews to unwind from my week.
And just in case it helps, for the next few hours would you all please keep repeating, ‘MacGyver did it, Seer Argent can do it. MacGyver did it, Seer Argent can do it. MacGyver did it, Seer Argent can do it …
If you want to see what I'm going to leap off shortly, click here.
I think it is a lot higher than it looks in that photo.
EEEEEKKKKKK!!!!!!!