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todayiamadaisy) wrote2021-02-07 05:34 pm
todayiamadaisy) wrote2021-02-07 05:34 pm
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Is manual skill advantageous?
This week: I won a prize! We have a bi-monthly (as in, once every two months) all-department Zoom meeting, about sixty people. Since we have been working from home, as a morale-boosting thing, our great-grand-boss created the Wheel of Joy as a way to end the meeting. The Wheel of Joy is an animated roulette wheel (on a PowerPoint) that gives out first, second and third prizes to random staff members. Usually a box of chocolates or a fruit platter (I suspect it depends on where our great-grand-boss, who is buying these prizes with his own money, has been shopping that week). Anyway, this week, I won third prize. Great-grand-boss was obviously feeling generous this meeting, as third prize turned out to be a small package from a local provedore, containing: a box of water crackers, a jar of quince paste, a box of honey popcorn and a chocolate bee. Very timely, given my cheese box is due to arrive on Monday.
In a sign life is returning to normal, this week the local theatre sent out an email announcing their roster of shows for the first six months of the year. Some tickets were still valid from last year, so I can just turn up on the new date; some were postponed and the cancelled tickets were re-issued; some shows were cancelled all together and so my account is in credit. So I've got tickets for five shows this year.
In a sign life is yet to return completely to normal, two days after sorting out those tickets, the theatre called to say the first show, on 19 February, is now cancelled as the performers are in Western Australia and can't cross the state border. Tickets for four shows, then.
Friday Five (on a Sunday)
Would you ever live in an underground house?
The nearest sort of underground house to me would be in Coober Pedy in South Australia (about 1,500 kms away). So sure, yes, I would live in an underground house if I wanted to live in the desert and become an opal miner. (Which seems unlikely.)
Would you live by a graveyard?
The City by the Sea's cemetery actually has an old caretaker's house in the middle (I think it's just an office now). It's on a hill, with the graves sloping down the hillside all around it. It must have a lovely view of the cemetery gazebo and all the way down to the river. I always think it would be nice to live there. Very quiet.
Did you have a dollhouse growing up?
Yes. It had a red roof and three rooms up and three rooms down. No staircase, so the dolls had to leap out the open side of the house and fly between floors, which seemed very inconvenient.
Have you ever owned a set of military dog-tags?
No, only actual dog-tags.
When was the last time you wadded up a piece of paper and tossed it into a wastebasket just to have something to do?
Rubbish bin. But whatever you call it, I don't think I've ever done that. That seems like a waste of paper.
And finally: the last (so far) of my sunset dahlias. (There are two that haven't flowered yet.)
In a sign life is returning to normal, this week the local theatre sent out an email announcing their roster of shows for the first six months of the year. Some tickets were still valid from last year, so I can just turn up on the new date; some were postponed and the cancelled tickets were re-issued; some shows were cancelled all together and so my account is in credit. So I've got tickets for five shows this year.
In a sign life is yet to return completely to normal, two days after sorting out those tickets, the theatre called to say the first show, on 19 February, is now cancelled as the performers are in Western Australia and can't cross the state border. Tickets for four shows, then.
Friday Five (on a Sunday)
Would you ever live in an underground house?
The nearest sort of underground house to me would be in Coober Pedy in South Australia (about 1,500 kms away). So sure, yes, I would live in an underground house if I wanted to live in the desert and become an opal miner. (Which seems unlikely.)
Would you live by a graveyard?
The City by the Sea's cemetery actually has an old caretaker's house in the middle (I think it's just an office now). It's on a hill, with the graves sloping down the hillside all around it. It must have a lovely view of the cemetery gazebo and all the way down to the river. I always think it would be nice to live there. Very quiet.
Did you have a dollhouse growing up?
Yes. It had a red roof and three rooms up and three rooms down. No staircase, so the dolls had to leap out the open side of the house and fly between floors, which seemed very inconvenient.
Have you ever owned a set of military dog-tags?
No, only actual dog-tags.
When was the last time you wadded up a piece of paper and tossed it into a wastebasket just to have something to do?
Rubbish bin. But whatever you call it, I don't think I've ever done that. That seems like a waste of paper.
And finally: the last (so far) of my sunset dahlias. (There are two that haven't flowered yet.)