Diane De Poitiers (Royal Lovers)
Dec. 4th, 2017 11:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyWeekly knitting update: Well, none. It was too hot to knit for most of last week. Not now, though. We had a storm, which for the City by the Sea meant rain and a lot of wind. Further north, flooding, and in Tasmania, snow. (Snow! Snow in December! Who has ever heard of such a thing?) Anyway, it will be cool enough to do some knitting this week.
Today I did all my Christmas shopping. I think. I'm sure I'll remember something later. I wasn't planning on going to my ex-again-work's year end brunch, but they twisted my arm. Well, Jenny and Luke did. I'm not sure anyone else knows I'm coming. Except whoever has my name in the Secret Santa, I suppose. They'll know. (Back in my day, we called it Kris Kringle, but Luke, who is young, is in charge of organising it this year and he calls it Secret Santa. So there's a movement in language for you.)
I drew the CEO's name (I say "drew", but it is all online, so I suppose I should say "was assigned"). That's all right. He's easy to pick for. I took myself to Target's special Secret Santa shelves and found two things that both fitted under the price limit. One was a game of desktop golf, which has nine pictures of greens that you lay out on your desk like a golf course and hit a tiny ball around with a tiny club. The other was a ten-in-one credit card-sized multi-tool, which I liked so much I am slightly tempted to go back and buy another one for myself. I mean, I've made it this far in life without anyone stopping me in the street with some sort of emergency that needs a tiny spanner and a four centimetre ruler, but I like to think I'm the sort of person who is prepared for that eventuality.
No weekly knitting update, as mentioned, but I do have an update on the parking meters. They were installed much quicker than I was expecting and it was parking meter chaos down the street today. Parking meter bedlam. Every parking meter box I passed had a small cluster of people around it, clucking about having to use new meters without being told. "They should have someone walking up and down the street explaining it," said one woman as I passed. "For oldies like me." In the big parking lot, there are still signs up saying that parking is free for ninety minutes; it always has been, but you used to have to print a ticket to put in your window to show what time you had to be out by. A sort of Not Pay and Display system. Anyway, the new meters wouldn't let that happen. You could pay and enter your car registration to get a time, or you could not. There was outrage. "If the sign is up, that's what stands," said a man, correctly, when I went to get my ticket. So in a collective act of municipal defiance, none of us in my cluster used the parking meter. Outlaws, that's what we are.
Today I did all my Christmas shopping. I think. I'm sure I'll remember something later. I wasn't planning on going to my ex-again-work's year end brunch, but they twisted my arm. Well, Jenny and Luke did. I'm not sure anyone else knows I'm coming. Except whoever has my name in the Secret Santa, I suppose. They'll know. (Back in my day, we called it Kris Kringle, but Luke, who is young, is in charge of organising it this year and he calls it Secret Santa. So there's a movement in language for you.)
I drew the CEO's name (I say "drew", but it is all online, so I suppose I should say "was assigned"). That's all right. He's easy to pick for. I took myself to Target's special Secret Santa shelves and found two things that both fitted under the price limit. One was a game of desktop golf, which has nine pictures of greens that you lay out on your desk like a golf course and hit a tiny ball around with a tiny club. The other was a ten-in-one credit card-sized multi-tool, which I liked so much I am slightly tempted to go back and buy another one for myself. I mean, I've made it this far in life without anyone stopping me in the street with some sort of emergency that needs a tiny spanner and a four centimetre ruler, but I like to think I'm the sort of person who is prepared for that eventuality.
No weekly knitting update, as mentioned, but I do have an update on the parking meters. They were installed much quicker than I was expecting and it was parking meter chaos down the street today. Parking meter bedlam. Every parking meter box I passed had a small cluster of people around it, clucking about having to use new meters without being told. "They should have someone walking up and down the street explaining it," said one woman as I passed. "For oldies like me." In the big parking lot, there are still signs up saying that parking is free for ninety minutes; it always has been, but you used to have to print a ticket to put in your window to show what time you had to be out by. A sort of Not Pay and Display system. Anyway, the new meters wouldn't let that happen. You could pay and enter your car registration to get a time, or you could not. There was outrage. "If the sign is up, that's what stands," said a man, correctly, when I went to get my ticket. So in a collective act of municipal defiance, none of us in my cluster used the parking meter. Outlaws, that's what we are.