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Re: Penelope and fungus
Mar. 6th, 2018 11:16 pmWhat I would really like to do is start an entry with "yay, I got the job" (unlikely) or "boo, I didn't get the job" (more likely), but I haven't heard yet. The job search was coordinated by a human resources consultant, so I would expect that I'd actually hear if it was a no, not just leave me hanging. I do think the longer it goes the more likely it is to be no. At my once-and-current work, we ring successful applicants and email unsuccessful ones, and I am assuming something similar here, so I am getting a bit twitchy when I hear the phone ring or get an email notification.
Today we pulled down the bedroom curtains. The whole thing: curtains, lace, rods. We put putty in the holes and sanded the frames. Tomorrow: we paint the frame. And then we paint it again the next day. And then we'll be ready for the plantation shutters that are due next week. Blankets at the windows until then. Classy.
Oh, I saw an accident today! Not a bad one. I had parked in an angle park down the street and was getting some stuff out of the boot. A woman had stopped her car in the street, waiting for the car next to me to pull out of the park so she could go in. A man in a white van backed out on the other side of the road, right across the line of traffic and into the side of the woman's car, and then drove off. I wrote down the van's registration number on the back of a receipt (the only paper I could find), while the woman pulled in to the park she was waiting for. There was only minor damage to her car, and she was fine, but she was going to go round to the police station. So that was a bit of excitement.
Later I said hello to Brian Next Door while he was poking about in his front garden. He said, "Did you know the student house up the road was up for sale?" I did not. I knew which house he meant: it's an old house on the next block to ours, which has been let out to students for as long as anyone can remember. It's not as old as my house, which is the original house on the street, but it is the only other one on the street made of conite (stucco), so it's older than all the others, which are mid-century brick. So: one hundred years, or thereabouts.
Brian always wants to buy other houses on our street, but he never does. I asked if he bought this one, and he said, "Nah, Coolahan did." Coolahan lives in the same block as the student house. Brian said, "He wants to knock the house down and build a new one, so he went to the council to get permission, and do you know what they said?" No, I do not know. "They told him there's no house on that block. Never has been." We turned and looked at the house that isn't there, clearly there. As it has been for the last hundred years. "So," said Brian, "has anyone been paying rates on it?"
Say someone you know had a bag of oranges. What would you suggest she do with them? (Note: She has already made an orange cake, and very nice it was too.)
Today we pulled down the bedroom curtains. The whole thing: curtains, lace, rods. We put putty in the holes and sanded the frames. Tomorrow: we paint the frame. And then we paint it again the next day. And then we'll be ready for the plantation shutters that are due next week. Blankets at the windows until then. Classy.
Oh, I saw an accident today! Not a bad one. I had parked in an angle park down the street and was getting some stuff out of the boot. A woman had stopped her car in the street, waiting for the car next to me to pull out of the park so she could go in. A man in a white van backed out on the other side of the road, right across the line of traffic and into the side of the woman's car, and then drove off. I wrote down the van's registration number on the back of a receipt (the only paper I could find), while the woman pulled in to the park she was waiting for. There was only minor damage to her car, and she was fine, but she was going to go round to the police station. So that was a bit of excitement.
Later I said hello to Brian Next Door while he was poking about in his front garden. He said, "Did you know the student house up the road was up for sale?" I did not. I knew which house he meant: it's an old house on the next block to ours, which has been let out to students for as long as anyone can remember. It's not as old as my house, which is the original house on the street, but it is the only other one on the street made of conite (stucco), so it's older than all the others, which are mid-century brick. So: one hundred years, or thereabouts.
Brian always wants to buy other houses on our street, but he never does. I asked if he bought this one, and he said, "Nah, Coolahan did." Coolahan lives in the same block as the student house. Brian said, "He wants to knock the house down and build a new one, so he went to the council to get permission, and do you know what they said?" No, I do not know. "They told him there's no house on that block. Never has been." We turned and looked at the house that isn't there, clearly there. As it has been for the last hundred years. "So," said Brian, "has anyone been paying rates on it?"
Say someone you know had a bag of oranges. What would you suggest she do with them? (Note: She has already made an orange cake, and very nice it was too.)