Love and the Clans
Oct. 30th, 2016 10:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisy(Honestly, sometimes people in television shows are just too stupid to live.)
I have had a couple of wobbly moments this week when I wondered if I'd remembered to tell someone at work something. After twelve years it's hard to let go. "They're grown-ups, they'll work it out," said my mother, which made me ask myself why I am reluctant to let it go. Is it because I want to help, or because I want them to remember me as helpful?
It dawned on me that all my appointments and stuff were in my work's Outlook calendar. I have a diary, but I like having reminders pop up. So I spent some time this week setting up the calendar on my Mac, which I've never bothered with before. I've also started a complete spring clean. First stop, emptying my handbag. I've been too stressed to empty my receipts and such the last few months, and that has made me even more stressed. I like a neat bag. Next, the magazines that have been piling up over the last couple of months.
On Friday I went to the first day of the City by the Sea's annual three-day Agricultural Show. That's an odd experience. It was a huge deal when I was a kid, but it's shrinking. I spent a lot of time there thinking how to make it better. I don't think they advertise it enough, and they have a lot of competition now with regular local markets. Still, there are so many people who grow things and make things, there should be way more entries in the gardening and cooking pavilions.
I watched a section of the showjumping. It's funny how quickly you can think yourself an expert. The first rider went round in 41 seconds; the second in 44. How good was that first rider? The third rider went round in 38 seconds; how good was she? The fourth went round in 45 seconds; what a slow coach! Then the next riders completely threw my established ideas out the window, as they all did 37 or 38. Number three didn't even place in the end, and she was my early pick. Hmph.
On Saturday my mother and I went round the bay to Port Fairy. I wanted to go to the spice shop, and she wanted to catch up with her friend Sue. The pair of them run a biannual quilting camp there, and they're in the thick of organising it for next week. I had a very peppery pepper steak pie. They did not lie about that pie.
Today I emptied the compost bin and dug it into the vegetable patch, and put together a 3D apple puzzle that I've had sitting in my cupboard for ages. Look! It looks just like an apple:
This week's knitting photo:
There was great excitement on Tuesday when I reached the start of the herringbone pattern on the yoke, followed by great frustration when I go the end of the row and had three extra stitches. I had to put it down in a fit of pique. Unknitting starts tomorrow.
(My mother is watching some sort of variety show and just described a troupe of shirtless male dancers as "the Poldark dancers", which made me laugh.)
I have had a couple of wobbly moments this week when I wondered if I'd remembered to tell someone at work something. After twelve years it's hard to let go. "They're grown-ups, they'll work it out," said my mother, which made me ask myself why I am reluctant to let it go. Is it because I want to help, or because I want them to remember me as helpful?
It dawned on me that all my appointments and stuff were in my work's Outlook calendar. I have a diary, but I like having reminders pop up. So I spent some time this week setting up the calendar on my Mac, which I've never bothered with before. I've also started a complete spring clean. First stop, emptying my handbag. I've been too stressed to empty my receipts and such the last few months, and that has made me even more stressed. I like a neat bag. Next, the magazines that have been piling up over the last couple of months.
On Friday I went to the first day of the City by the Sea's annual three-day Agricultural Show. That's an odd experience. It was a huge deal when I was a kid, but it's shrinking. I spent a lot of time there thinking how to make it better. I don't think they advertise it enough, and they have a lot of competition now with regular local markets. Still, there are so many people who grow things and make things, there should be way more entries in the gardening and cooking pavilions.
I watched a section of the showjumping. It's funny how quickly you can think yourself an expert. The first rider went round in 41 seconds; the second in 44. How good was that first rider? The third rider went round in 38 seconds; how good was she? The fourth went round in 45 seconds; what a slow coach! Then the next riders completely threw my established ideas out the window, as they all did 37 or 38. Number three didn't even place in the end, and she was my early pick. Hmph.
On Saturday my mother and I went round the bay to Port Fairy. I wanted to go to the spice shop, and she wanted to catch up with her friend Sue. The pair of them run a biannual quilting camp there, and they're in the thick of organising it for next week. I had a very peppery pepper steak pie. They did not lie about that pie.
Today I emptied the compost bin and dug it into the vegetable patch, and put together a 3D apple puzzle that I've had sitting in my cupboard for ages. Look! It looks just like an apple:
This week's knitting photo:
There was great excitement on Tuesday when I reached the start of the herringbone pattern on the yoke, followed by great frustration when I go the end of the row and had three extra stitches. I had to put it down in a fit of pique. Unknitting starts tomorrow.
(My mother is watching some sort of variety show and just described a troupe of shirtless male dancers as "the Poldark dancers", which made me laugh.)