Secret Love
Oct. 24th, 2016 08:07 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyMy first day of freedom. I started by cleaning out my handbag. I hate having things loose in my bag, and the last little while I haven't had time to tidy it. I mean, I have had time. I've had the same amount of time as always, when I clean out the bag daily. I just haven't been in the right frame of mind. But now I am. So that's my new project: a good clean out. Today, the bag. Tomorrow, the computer desk. One thing each day.
I have been buying packets of stuff called Power Mix to eat at work. That sounds like a dodgy steroid, but it's just trail mix. Fruit and nuts and choc bits in a single serve packet, just the ticket for an afternoon snack. I had my last packet the other day and read the ingredients and realised I have most of those things in my pantry. So I bought the rest this morning and threw a cup of each of them in a bowl: almonds, macadamias, pistachios, pepitas, sunflower seeds, dried cranberries, raisins and choc bits. One serve turns out to be quarter of a cup. So there, I've got afternoon snacks sorted out for the next year or so.
This afternoon, I went to a funeral. It was for... it's easier to say a family friend, but for completeness, it was for the ex-mother-in-law of my mother's late partner. She was 104, which is a good innings. She was in the Salvation Army, so that's where the service was held. My mother said, "Oh, they do things fast, don't they? They won't waffle like our lot [Catholics], so this will be over quickly."
It was not over quickly. It turns out the Salvation Army does waffle. It's the brass band. (And I went to university with one of the French horn players. The people you meet when you least expect it.)
They had the cup of tea and cake *before* the service, which is a bit odd, isn't it? It's been after every other funeral I've been to. Having said that, it was a good cup of tea and cake, all home made. The Ladies Auxiliary of country churches do a bang up job of funeral nibbles.
One of the other people there works in the same industry I do. Did. She works in the northern Queensland version of my old workplace. She said, "Let's talk about training!" and I said I finished last Friday. She wasn't surprised. Apparently our various problems are known nationwide. I feel a bit better about that, knowing it wasn't all in my head.
Sunday's knitting photo:
I have been buying packets of stuff called Power Mix to eat at work. That sounds like a dodgy steroid, but it's just trail mix. Fruit and nuts and choc bits in a single serve packet, just the ticket for an afternoon snack. I had my last packet the other day and read the ingredients and realised I have most of those things in my pantry. So I bought the rest this morning and threw a cup of each of them in a bowl: almonds, macadamias, pistachios, pepitas, sunflower seeds, dried cranberries, raisins and choc bits. One serve turns out to be quarter of a cup. So there, I've got afternoon snacks sorted out for the next year or so.
This afternoon, I went to a funeral. It was for... it's easier to say a family friend, but for completeness, it was for the ex-mother-in-law of my mother's late partner. She was 104, which is a good innings. She was in the Salvation Army, so that's where the service was held. My mother said, "Oh, they do things fast, don't they? They won't waffle like our lot [Catholics], so this will be over quickly."
It was not over quickly. It turns out the Salvation Army does waffle. It's the brass band. (And I went to university with one of the French horn players. The people you meet when you least expect it.)
They had the cup of tea and cake *before* the service, which is a bit odd, isn't it? It's been after every other funeral I've been to. Having said that, it was a good cup of tea and cake, all home made. The Ladies Auxiliary of country churches do a bang up job of funeral nibbles.
One of the other people there works in the same industry I do. Did. She works in the northern Queensland version of my old workplace. She said, "Let's talk about training!" and I said I finished last Friday. She wasn't surprised. Apparently our various problems are known nationwide. I feel a bit better about that, knowing it wasn't all in my head.
Sunday's knitting photo: