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todayiamadaisy) wrote2016-09-25 09:56 pm
todayiamadaisy) wrote2016-09-25 09:56 pm
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The Tree of Love
My cheese-making/photo-taking poll results are in: cheese by one vote! Although one of the cheese voters has since had a change of opinion, so that's no help at all. Unlike the LJ polls, I can't tell who voted. I can tell what they voted on though: most on a desktop or laptop, and one each on a tablet and smart phone. So there you go.
I'll be on the road most of this week, on a cross-country trip. My second-last work trip, probably. (Only four weeks to go!) I'm writing this in my hotel room as a stop on the first leg. My mother is all set for four days of Alistair-wrangling. I rang her when I got to my hotel tonight, and I could hear him meowing in the background. He's a chatterbox. She said, "Stop that racket!" I'm sure they'll be fine.
I said I'll be on the road, but actually I'll be on the rails. Fifteen hours of train travel. I like going by train. I like looking in people's back gardens, which you don't normally get to see. Today's trip sights: lots of ducks swimming in flooded paddocks, lots of children bouncing on trampolines, two alpaca farms. A sequence of three houses with tiny back gardens: first, a man pushing a toddler on a tricycle; second, a man mowing his lawn; third, the whole garden filled with trees and cloud of birds that flew up as the train went by.
Across the aisle of the train from me were two students. They played Uno the whole way, and halfway through the trip they ate a whole packet of Thin Captains. (A type of what I would call dry biscuits, and you may call... crackers? Plain, crunchy things you put cheese on.) Anyway, they ate the Thin Captains without putting anything on them, which made my mouth dry just watching them.
I also like seeing what different hotels offer. I've been spoilt by the one my work usually uses, which has a kitchenette in every room. Hot plates and an oven and cooking utensils! Not that I've ever used them, but I make good use of the microwave. I'm not there now, though. I picked one closer to the train station, on account of the early train I have to catch tomorrow. This one doesn't have a kitchenette, only a mini fridge and a kettle. But what it's got instead: a touch-free flush on the loo. You just wave your finger near the button and it flushes. I had no idea such things existed. Truly, we live in the future.
Before I left I had time to take my weekly knitting photo.
I'll be on the road most of this week, on a cross-country trip. My second-last work trip, probably. (Only four weeks to go!) I'm writing this in my hotel room as a stop on the first leg. My mother is all set for four days of Alistair-wrangling. I rang her when I got to my hotel tonight, and I could hear him meowing in the background. He's a chatterbox. She said, "Stop that racket!" I'm sure they'll be fine.
I said I'll be on the road, but actually I'll be on the rails. Fifteen hours of train travel. I like going by train. I like looking in people's back gardens, which you don't normally get to see. Today's trip sights: lots of ducks swimming in flooded paddocks, lots of children bouncing on trampolines, two alpaca farms. A sequence of three houses with tiny back gardens: first, a man pushing a toddler on a tricycle; second, a man mowing his lawn; third, the whole garden filled with trees and cloud of birds that flew up as the train went by.
Across the aisle of the train from me were two students. They played Uno the whole way, and halfway through the trip they ate a whole packet of Thin Captains. (A type of what I would call dry biscuits, and you may call... crackers? Plain, crunchy things you put cheese on.) Anyway, they ate the Thin Captains without putting anything on them, which made my mouth dry just watching them.
I also like seeing what different hotels offer. I've been spoilt by the one my work usually uses, which has a kitchenette in every room. Hot plates and an oven and cooking utensils! Not that I've ever used them, but I make good use of the microwave. I'm not there now, though. I picked one closer to the train station, on account of the early train I have to catch tomorrow. This one doesn't have a kitchenette, only a mini fridge and a kettle. But what it's got instead: a touch-free flush on the loo. You just wave your finger near the button and it flushes. I had no idea such things existed. Truly, we live in the future.
Before I left I had time to take my weekly knitting photo.