My United Fit
Mar. 2nd, 2011 04:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisy1. I seem to be a bit out of sorts lately. Just blah. I see something and think I should write an entry about it, but don't. So maybe doing a ten-point list will clear the backlog.
2. Out for my lunchtime stroll, I passed two elderly women.
Woman 1: Do you remember that little radio I bought at the Post Office, Robyn, all those years ago?
Robyn: Yes.
Woman 1: Well, it finally stopped working last Thursday.
Robyn: Oh, fancy that.
I don't know. It made me laugh. It was all in Robyn's delivery.
3. Something else that made me laugh: Toilet Tissue Illness... is unpleasant to think about!. It certainly is. Also Hear Muffs. I love![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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4. I get a daily email from the Universe. It likes to keep in touch, let me know what's on its mind. Today's thought: Sure, a lot of people already have a lot of "things" that you now imagine having, Alicia... but once you get "yours," you'll still get to be you. Which is a bit depressing.
5. Angela said today, 'Since it's just girls in the office today, I thought I'd run an idea past you that I'm going to suggest at the staff meeting on Monday. Now there's six of us in the office, what do you think of us all putting in to get a weekly Tattslotto syndicate ticket?' I am trying to think before I respond to Angela these days, to avoid the sort of inadvertent conflicts that arise when she gets excited about something and I don't, so I was still formulating a way of saying that really isn't my cup of tea when the office manager said, 'Oh, no, I wouldn't be in that, it's just a waste of money.' So she copped the torrent of Angela-ness that would normally come my way. It was an enlightening glimpse into Angela's world. She said: 'I couldn't live if I couldn't imagine a hope of winning something.' I've never thought of buying lotto tickets as buying hope. Still, I'd rather have the ten dollars (or whatever it costs) now than the faint hope of millions later in the week.
6. My mother has been dubious about the arrival of Percy the Stray Cat. She has gone through: don't pat him, you'll only encourage him; well, all right, pat him, but don't feed him, he's not your responsibility; okay, feed him, but don't put a cushion out for him; oh, well, he likes that cushion, but whatever you do, don't let him in the house. And I haven't let him in the house, even though, on rainy evenings, he sits on the worm farm and gazes in the kitchen window at me with big eyes.Yesterday my mother came in to have dinner and met Percy outside, picked him up and carried him in with her. 'I just wondered what he would do,' she explained, and what he did was look around curiously before draping himself unconcernedly over her shoulder. He's definitely been someone's pet at some stage.
7. I have got my little greenhouse in action again, filled with autumn/winter seeds. Also, I have planted an artichoke seedling in the vegetable patch. 'Do you even know how to cook it?' asked my mother. No, but it's going to take two years to get anything from it. Plenty of time to learn.
8. Although I get a lot of spam at work, I realised the other day that I haven't had an amusing subject line for ages. It's all straight down to business with '74% off V1AGRA' and 'R0L3X Watches are very handy'. Where is the whimsy? I haven't had a 'part-time hob offer' for ages. I think my spammers have stopped caring.
9. One of the medical blogs I read at work has an ongoing discussion about doctors being asked by media outlets to diagnose various celebrities and how that is generally an unprofessional thing to do because, well, obviously it is, but some people need it spelling out to them. Anyway, one of the links today was to this question about a media doctor talking about Charlie Sheen. Personally, I think the doctor is skating very close to the edge of what's professional there, but staying just on the right side: making a general statement rather than a definitive diagnosis. But it's a tricky one.
10. I have three functions I have to attend in the next month. Having just one thing on my calendar makes me fret about it for weeks ahead and long for the day after when it'll all be over, so three is quite stressful.
2. Out for my lunchtime stroll, I passed two elderly women.
Woman 1: Do you remember that little radio I bought at the Post Office, Robyn, all those years ago?
Robyn: Yes.
Woman 1: Well, it finally stopped working last Thursday.
Robyn: Oh, fancy that.
I don't know. It made me laugh. It was all in Robyn's delivery.
3. Something else that made me laugh: Toilet Tissue Illness... is unpleasant to think about!. It certainly is. Also Hear Muffs. I love
vintage_ads4. I get a daily email from the Universe. It likes to keep in touch, let me know what's on its mind. Today's thought: Sure, a lot of people already have a lot of "things" that you now imagine having, Alicia... but once you get "yours," you'll still get to be you. Which is a bit depressing.
5. Angela said today, 'Since it's just girls in the office today, I thought I'd run an idea past you that I'm going to suggest at the staff meeting on Monday. Now there's six of us in the office, what do you think of us all putting in to get a weekly Tattslotto syndicate ticket?' I am trying to think before I respond to Angela these days, to avoid the sort of inadvertent conflicts that arise when she gets excited about something and I don't, so I was still formulating a way of saying that really isn't my cup of tea when the office manager said, 'Oh, no, I wouldn't be in that, it's just a waste of money.' So she copped the torrent of Angela-ness that would normally come my way. It was an enlightening glimpse into Angela's world. She said: 'I couldn't live if I couldn't imagine a hope of winning something.' I've never thought of buying lotto tickets as buying hope. Still, I'd rather have the ten dollars (or whatever it costs) now than the faint hope of millions later in the week.
6. My mother has been dubious about the arrival of Percy the Stray Cat. She has gone through: don't pat him, you'll only encourage him; well, all right, pat him, but don't feed him, he's not your responsibility; okay, feed him, but don't put a cushion out for him; oh, well, he likes that cushion, but whatever you do, don't let him in the house. And I haven't let him in the house, even though, on rainy evenings, he sits on the worm farm and gazes in the kitchen window at me with big eyes.Yesterday my mother came in to have dinner and met Percy outside, picked him up and carried him in with her. 'I just wondered what he would do,' she explained, and what he did was look around curiously before draping himself unconcernedly over her shoulder. He's definitely been someone's pet at some stage.
7. I have got my little greenhouse in action again, filled with autumn/winter seeds. Also, I have planted an artichoke seedling in the vegetable patch. 'Do you even know how to cook it?' asked my mother. No, but it's going to take two years to get anything from it. Plenty of time to learn.
8. Although I get a lot of spam at work, I realised the other day that I haven't had an amusing subject line for ages. It's all straight down to business with '74% off V1AGRA' and 'R0L3X Watches are very handy'. Where is the whimsy? I haven't had a 'part-time hob offer' for ages. I think my spammers have stopped caring.
9. One of the medical blogs I read at work has an ongoing discussion about doctors being asked by media outlets to diagnose various celebrities and how that is generally an unprofessional thing to do because, well, obviously it is, but some people need it spelling out to them. Anyway, one of the links today was to this question about a media doctor talking about Charlie Sheen. Personally, I think the doctor is skating very close to the edge of what's professional there, but staying just on the right side: making a general statement rather than a definitive diagnosis. But it's a tricky one.
10. I have three functions I have to attend in the next month. Having just one thing on my calendar makes me fret about it for weeks ahead and long for the day after when it'll all be over, so three is quite stressful.