many snippets with no cohesion

It’s June! Month of sporadic posting! Let’s see how I go. Actually, I keep emailing entries to myself from work so that I can post them when I get home, then when I get home and read them, I conclude I am clearly on drugs. Such as the below, which I wrote around about Wednesday last week:

Today I am wearing a long skirt, pulled up to tube-top style so I’m wearing it as a dress. There’s a long sleeved top underneath, but I don’t know. I can’t get past the fact I’m wearing a skirt up to my armpits. I feel a bit like an old man with my trousers pulled up too high. I’m also wearing my suede Boots of Pain, and you know what? No pain. It’s also not raining today, a strategic advantage when wearing suede boots. Actually I’m lying about the pain, now that I think about it the sides of my index fingers are sore from pulling up the zips. Send in the clowns.

Right, see, so I’m not too fussed with editing my own stream-of-consciousness, so the whole emailing stuff to post later is a bit confronting for me. Blurt it out and forget about it, that’s my motto. Anyway, here’s another one about the one thing I’ve actually done recently:

I booked our flights to San Francisco last week… yes I did. It’s on frequent flyer points, but we are still paying the taxes (damn you Qantas and your craphole frequent flyer system) and all the expenses associated with it. Why are we going on a three-week overseas holiday in the same year we bought a house? Because we are mental and have no idea of the concept of money. I scare myself, frankly. Regardless, once I get over the hyperventilation, the trip itself will be great. In my defence, this holiday has been planned (in a concept sense) for over 12 months and I insisted on the annual leave when I came to the new job; so might as well take it up. It started as an adjunct to a conference Mr. T had in Oklahoma, but the conference was cancelled and the holiday was… not. There will be road tripping, Grand Canyoning, Disneylanding, tramping through national parks (likely Yosemite but maybe over to Joshua Tree? to be decided), vague plans of maybe Canada or more likely Mexico (TOLD you this was vague), then back through Honolulu for a few days to get over the vagueness. Suggestions welcomed.

And suggestions are indeed welcomed, although that probably means I have to do something about them, and frankly I don’t know if that’s on the cards. But if any Americans reading want, I don’t know, Tim Tams or a cork hat or a wombat or something, I am more than happy to import one for you. Except for maybe the wombat as those are heavy fuckers and I’m pretty sure that would blow my baggage allowance. Also wombats are probably classified as ‘liquid’ and I’m sure as shit not attempting to stuff an angry wombat into a small plastic bag.

And here’s the last one I wrote, we’re now up to date as this was written last weekend (not the weekend just gone, the one before that, not that you care):

This weekend had stunning autumn weather (Melbourne does this so well) and as a result I got completely zero accomplished. Oh wait, we bought the rods for the wardrobes, but didn’t hang them. The wardrobes are these giant built-in jobs, and when I say ‘built in’ I mean they go all the way to the ceiling, but they’ve been added in after the house was built. What this really means is that they were nailed in OVER the top of the old carpet, causing us to freak out and wonder how the hell we were going to get the carpet out to recarpet. (Answer: just pull the carpet out from under the framework. I shudder to think of the building compliance of our house.) Anyway, apart from this small glitch, the wardrobes were sort of organised; in that there were racks of those white wire baskets built in. Now, I am no fan of organised wardrobes generally (I KNOW, I am a heathen and hate all that most home renovators hold dear) and twenty-year old white wire baskets, which are flaking and cracking and discoloured and generally vile, are not likely to help me change my mind. So those got pulled out (they’ll be on my front verge soon if you want to come and pick them up) and there will be hanging rails across the whole wardrobe space. Well, there WILL be. After the weather turns bad again, probably.

….and to finish: they are up! I have hanging space! A happy ending. I know you’re as thrilled by this big finale as me.

Note to self for tomorrow: ghetto laptop. Cryptic,no? (No. It really is a ghetto laptop). All will be explained.

3 comments to many snippets with no cohesion

  • Mal

    BEST

    POST

    EVER!!!

    hahahahahaaa.

    Wow… the US of A! Doesn’t matter where you go, I’m sure you’ll both love it. But if you’re going to Canada, and you need someone to carry your luggage for you, I’d be willing to volunteer? rofl.

    Yes yes yes… having wardrobe space is a biggie. It’s a nice feeling, I can imagine.

    How goes the carpets?

    Cyalayta
    Mal :)

  • Karl

    Sequoia. The alta peak hike is good. Also, the San Diego Zoo. If you’re driving, try for a bit of US 395 on the back side of the Sierras.

  • I’m sorry I can’t help with American suggestions but I do think you are right to get rid of the wire baskets. We had Elfa baskets growing up and the 2 drawbacks I can tell you about are: (1) you can’t hide the fact if, like me, you fold your clothes with all good intentions and then just squoosh them in any-old-how, seeing as how they are see-through, and (2) your clothes get a bit dusty.

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