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gosh wow tired.
the whole city was blanketed with smoke from bushfires again today. it was all very pompeii, except cool and quiet. my eyes were getting sore. i felt like i was the only person exclaiming about it.
went to the hills to have lunch with the old lady about her ring. she made us steak and kidney pie, which i've never had before and for a ghastly moment i thought i was going to puke, but i womanfully resorted to bad manners and asked for tomato sauce instead. she is so, so wonderful -- my god, 92, and fresh as a 70 year old -- and it was great, and she gave me her engagement ring which, after she told me the story of her husband finding it washed up out of the sea as a little boy back in 1921, means so much to me (though it's way too big for me and i'll get it re-sized). but it was quite tiring just sitting listening to tales for four hours. when i am an old lady there'll be NO shutting me up EVER.
then i came home and watched that film memento, which i saw years ago, but it's still very fucking clever and cool, and my utter enthralment by carrie-ann moss reignited. i could just watch her for days and days.
the day was rounded off with a merry bout of email-answering, and the horrific realisation that i have seventeen days' worth of doings to be fitted into the measly eleven days left before christmas, WOE.
the whole city was blanketed with smoke from bushfires again today. it was all very pompeii, except cool and quiet. my eyes were getting sore. i felt like i was the only person exclaiming about it.
went to the hills to have lunch with the old lady about her ring. she made us steak and kidney pie, which i've never had before and for a ghastly moment i thought i was going to puke, but i womanfully resorted to bad manners and asked for tomato sauce instead. she is so, so wonderful -- my god, 92, and fresh as a 70 year old -- and it was great, and she gave me her engagement ring which, after she told me the story of her husband finding it washed up out of the sea as a little boy back in 1921, means so much to me (though it's way too big for me and i'll get it re-sized). but it was quite tiring just sitting listening to tales for four hours. when i am an old lady there'll be NO shutting me up EVER.
then i came home and watched that film memento, which i saw years ago, but it's still very fucking clever and cool, and my utter enthralment by carrie-ann moss reignited. i could just watch her for days and days.
the day was rounded off with a merry bout of email-answering, and the horrific realisation that i have seventeen days' worth of doings to be fitted into the measly eleven days left before christmas, WOE.