Bichon Frise
Mar. 23rd, 2022 08:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
todayiamadaisyMy week of leave is going well. We made a list of jobs that need doing and are ticking them off. Took some old electronics to the e-waste station. Came back to find two things I'd missed. Built a wooden border around a flower bed. Went through my wardrobe and threw out some old work pants and shoes. Took a box of stuff to charity. My mother rang the food bank to ask if they took fresh vegetables (they do). Took fifteen zucchini and fifty tiny tomatoes to the food bank, and that's still not the end of the zucchini and tomatoes. Read my way through a handful of my the books I bought last week. Made a rhubarb and custard cake.
Still to come: going out for lunch Thursday and Friday, getting a new battery for the clock, weeding and mulching the front garden.
March questions
1. If you built a themed hotel, what would the theme be, and what would the rooms look like?
I wouldn't, is the short answer to that, because I am not cut out for life as a hotelier.
But to engage with the question: clouds. Wouldn't it be nice to sleep in a cloud? Stay in the Cumulus room, bright blue with puffy white furniture. Or the Nimbostratus room, where everything is misty grey. Or the Cumulonimbus room, painted purple with weird yellow lights.
2. What was one of the most interesting concerts you've been to? What was interesting about it?
How about a concert I've been in? One year my clarinet teacher had me join a collaboration between the local orchestra and choir for a performance of Handel's Messiah. And it was fine, rehearsals went well, the crowd filed in for the Easter performance... until halfway through one of the pieces the choir went flat. They just took a turn downwards and couldn't get it back. So the conductor stopped us mid-piece and made us start again, and you could hear the ripple of confusion through the audience. So that was some unexpected excitement. ("It woke me up," complained my mother, who was in the audience.)
3. What did you Google last (or Bing, or Duck-Duck-Go, or otherwise search for online)?
I just did an image search for photos of old australian motel breakfast hatches. I was thinking of working them into my theme hotel.
4. What odd smell do you really like?
(I should remind the reader that, to an Australian, a thong is a rubber flip-flop. A thing for your feet.)
I enjoy the thong aisle of the supermarket. All that fresh rubber.
Still to come: going out for lunch Thursday and Friday, getting a new battery for the clock, weeding and mulching the front garden.
March questions
1. If you built a themed hotel, what would the theme be, and what would the rooms look like?
I wouldn't, is the short answer to that, because I am not cut out for life as a hotelier.
But to engage with the question: clouds. Wouldn't it be nice to sleep in a cloud? Stay in the Cumulus room, bright blue with puffy white furniture. Or the Nimbostratus room, where everything is misty grey. Or the Cumulonimbus room, painted purple with weird yellow lights.
2. What was one of the most interesting concerts you've been to? What was interesting about it?
How about a concert I've been in? One year my clarinet teacher had me join a collaboration between the local orchestra and choir for a performance of Handel's Messiah. And it was fine, rehearsals went well, the crowd filed in for the Easter performance... until halfway through one of the pieces the choir went flat. They just took a turn downwards and couldn't get it back. So the conductor stopped us mid-piece and made us start again, and you could hear the ripple of confusion through the audience. So that was some unexpected excitement. ("It woke me up," complained my mother, who was in the audience.)
3. What did you Google last (or Bing, or Duck-Duck-Go, or otherwise search for online)?
I just did an image search for photos of old australian motel breakfast hatches. I was thinking of working them into my theme hotel.
4. What odd smell do you really like?
(I should remind the reader that, to an Australian, a thong is a rubber flip-flop. A thing for your feet.)
I enjoy the thong aisle of the supermarket. All that fresh rubber.