It will be OK in the morning
Apr. 11th, 2010 10:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyI saw a poster today, which boldly proclaimed that IT WILL BE OK IN THE MORNING. Will it? Will it really, inspirational poster? If I kill someone today, I'm still going to be on the run tomorrow. And that's only one of many situations I can think of to which that platitude would not apply.
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My mother's partner, John, has hurt his neck. He pinched a nerve while scrubbing the deck of their house, and now he can't turn his head. It's a temporary thing (one hopes), but in the meantime he has had to re- various arrangements. That's how I ended up with a car full of bows and arrows, for one thing; he can't teach his weekly archery class, so he arranged for one of the other club members to pick them up from me.
Anyway, these rearrangements led to a long train of events yesterday, too boring to go into, during which John's son, Simon, had to turn my water off at the mains in order to move a pipe. All well and good, after which I went to Mum and John's for dinner and didn't give a second's thought to the water until I turned the shower on this morning and wondered why it wasn't getting hot. That thought was followed very quickly by 'he didn't turn the pilot light back on'. Grrr.
So I had a cold shower on the coldest morning of the year so far, then I went out in the rain to try and put the pilot light on. It's easy enough in concept - there is a set of instructions, complete with diagram, on the side of the hot water service - but not in execution, because the whole thing is designed for more manly hands than mine. My stubby little fingers can barely reach the hidden pilot light mechanism, let alone push it down. I tried for about ten minutes before melodramatically deciding that I was too wet to go on and I would just have to have cold showers for the rest of my life. Now that I'm inside and dry and restored to equilibrium, I think I will wait for a break in the rain, then go and ask if one of the Next Doors will try.
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I've been feeling like things are slipping away and out of control lately. I'm good at starting things but not at finishing, and then I look around at all these projects and am paralysed by choice. Too much to do so I can't do anything. So I've had a little chat with myself and decided that I won't start anything new until I finish all the things I have already started. To that end, I have spent the morning cutting tiles to finish a mosaic tray I started (cough) years ago. I am feeling righteous.
I have also been through my notebook, which revealed I was once planning to write an entry here about Immanuel Kant. Let's just pause and imagine how intellectual that would have been, shall we? (No, wait, I remember. I read a mystery novel in which Immanuel Kant solved crimes. Not only that, he committed them, then he solved them. I think. I found it all a bit confusing.)
My mother's partner, John, has hurt his neck. He pinched a nerve while scrubbing the deck of their house, and now he can't turn his head. It's a temporary thing (one hopes), but in the meantime he has had to re- various arrangements. That's how I ended up with a car full of bows and arrows, for one thing; he can't teach his weekly archery class, so he arranged for one of the other club members to pick them up from me.
Anyway, these rearrangements led to a long train of events yesterday, too boring to go into, during which John's son, Simon, had to turn my water off at the mains in order to move a pipe. All well and good, after which I went to Mum and John's for dinner and didn't give a second's thought to the water until I turned the shower on this morning and wondered why it wasn't getting hot. That thought was followed very quickly by 'he didn't turn the pilot light back on'. Grrr.
So I had a cold shower on the coldest morning of the year so far, then I went out in the rain to try and put the pilot light on. It's easy enough in concept - there is a set of instructions, complete with diagram, on the side of the hot water service - but not in execution, because the whole thing is designed for more manly hands than mine. My stubby little fingers can barely reach the hidden pilot light mechanism, let alone push it down. I tried for about ten minutes before melodramatically deciding that I was too wet to go on and I would just have to have cold showers for the rest of my life. Now that I'm inside and dry and restored to equilibrium, I think I will wait for a break in the rain, then go and ask if one of the Next Doors will try.
I've been feeling like things are slipping away and out of control lately. I'm good at starting things but not at finishing, and then I look around at all these projects and am paralysed by choice. Too much to do so I can't do anything. So I've had a little chat with myself and decided that I won't start anything new until I finish all the things I have already started. To that end, I have spent the morning cutting tiles to finish a mosaic tray I started (cough) years ago. I am feeling righteous.
I have also been through my notebook, which revealed I was once planning to write an entry here about Immanuel Kant. Let's just pause and imagine how intellectual that would have been, shall we? (No, wait, I remember. I read a mystery novel in which Immanuel Kant solved crimes. Not only that, he committed them, then he solved them. I think. I found it all a bit confusing.)