I did it again!
Oct. 21st, 2009 10:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stephbgManaged another trip to the office this morning for another 3 1/4 hours. Although the body was weak the mind was willing, so it was a very productive time despite the necessarily abrupt halt. Mmmmmm. Brains.
This time I arrived earlier in the day which put me in the middle of peak hour on the freeway. This was a bit hard on the body, so I might need to take that into account tomorrow and leave later. Sitting still appears to be a problem. I also got to tour some of the nearby back streets because of local road closures so close to the house I had to take a ridiculously twisted alternative route that was mostly guesswork. For no reason I can think of, in six years here I've never even walked on those roads, which is really quite odd given the ground I've covered.
Ooh, maybe there's a Scooby Gang mystery curse on the little park in the middle of that tangle of little streets, or some kind of glamour subtly keeping strangers away. Without heavy machinery and boiling tar as encouragement I'd never have driven that way, and I'm still strangely disinterested in exploring that way on foot. Woo. Spooky. I may need to assemble a cleric, a medic, a paladin, a hairdresser and a mental nurse to explore. Call of Cthulu rules I think.
On the drive home at lunchtime I was reminded of a common summer experience: seeing heavy smoke on the horizon and trying to decide if it's my house burning. The way these things work one eventually reaches the point at which the actual location of the fire is clearly not the house. However, as I got closer and closer to home the billows of smoke seemed dead on for home. I recalled the morning's sight of flames bursting out of the tar-melting equipment and considered the likelihood of sparks falling in the long dry weeds on the neighbour's verge...
So I stopped at the supermarket and bought hypoallergenic loo paper and questionable fish, because I needed them and no domestic cataclysm was going to interfere with my errands thank you very much. OK, maybe I checked my phone for messages just in case the authorities were attempting to contact me, but that's about it. I was pretty sure the house was ok. Mostly.
So no, the fire wasn't my house, but somewhere in one of the bits of nearby Wannerroo or Landsdale that are prone to smoking. I celebrated by tossing in a load of laundry, eating fish and cabbage for lunch, then hanging the laundry. These things I did without deliberately assessing the spoon cost then or in the future. This is a Very Big Deal, because I'm not off the spoon train yet (I missed a movie this evening on the hope I could work again tomorrow). But my spoons are getting bigger! I still have to consider that washing my hair tomorrow morning will take more out of me than a plain shower, but I'm pretty sure that the shower part is non-negotiable.
As a consequence of the road closures, dalek day was a bit of a failure. I have two full daleks on my driveway, out long past their bedtime and still full of waste. They're jiggling back and forth and crossing their plungers and egg whisks to try to keep it all in, but I'm not sure how much longer they can hold out.
Time to think sleepy thoughts now.
This time I arrived earlier in the day which put me in the middle of peak hour on the freeway. This was a bit hard on the body, so I might need to take that into account tomorrow and leave later. Sitting still appears to be a problem. I also got to tour some of the nearby back streets because of local road closures so close to the house I had to take a ridiculously twisted alternative route that was mostly guesswork. For no reason I can think of, in six years here I've never even walked on those roads, which is really quite odd given the ground I've covered.
Ooh, maybe there's a Scooby Gang mystery curse on the little park in the middle of that tangle of little streets, or some kind of glamour subtly keeping strangers away. Without heavy machinery and boiling tar as encouragement I'd never have driven that way, and I'm still strangely disinterested in exploring that way on foot. Woo. Spooky. I may need to assemble a cleric, a medic, a paladin, a hairdresser and a mental nurse to explore. Call of Cthulu rules I think.
On the drive home at lunchtime I was reminded of a common summer experience: seeing heavy smoke on the horizon and trying to decide if it's my house burning. The way these things work one eventually reaches the point at which the actual location of the fire is clearly not the house. However, as I got closer and closer to home the billows of smoke seemed dead on for home. I recalled the morning's sight of flames bursting out of the tar-melting equipment and considered the likelihood of sparks falling in the long dry weeds on the neighbour's verge...
So I stopped at the supermarket and bought hypoallergenic loo paper and questionable fish, because I needed them and no domestic cataclysm was going to interfere with my errands thank you very much. OK, maybe I checked my phone for messages just in case the authorities were attempting to contact me, but that's about it. I was pretty sure the house was ok. Mostly.
So no, the fire wasn't my house, but somewhere in one of the bits of nearby Wannerroo or Landsdale that are prone to smoking. I celebrated by tossing in a load of laundry, eating fish and cabbage for lunch, then hanging the laundry. These things I did without deliberately assessing the spoon cost then or in the future. This is a Very Big Deal, because I'm not off the spoon train yet (I missed a movie this evening on the hope I could work again tomorrow). But my spoons are getting bigger! I still have to consider that washing my hair tomorrow morning will take more out of me than a plain shower, but I'm pretty sure that the shower part is non-negotiable.
As a consequence of the road closures, dalek day was a bit of a failure. I have two full daleks on my driveway, out long past their bedtime and still full of waste. They're jiggling back and forth and crossing their plungers and egg whisks to try to keep it all in, but I'm not sure how much longer they can hold out.
Time to think sleepy thoughts now.
