Twenty three days to go…
OOo-er! I’m starting extra late tonight! My favourite eldest daughter came over today, and we watched several episodes of “The 100” – but that’s only part of the reason I’m starting so late this evening… Just after lunch, while Lee and I were enjoying our second (or was it our third? I fergit…) episode of our current favourite show, Julian went searching online for small white sets of drawers (bedside table sized ones) to go under our glossy-white, glass-topped table-desks. Extra to the table-matching credenza that he got yesterday. He found some suitable ones somewhere in Springvale (remember – we live in Doncaster!) so off he went to fetch them home, while Lee and I continued to watch “The 100”. The phone rang. It was Julian’s mother in Adelaide, with a Visa card problem for him to solve. I couldn’t help, so I told her I’d get him to call her back. Time passed, and we continued to watch our episodes. Then the phone rang again. This time it was Julian – he was going to be home quite a bit later than planned – he was stuck in gridlocked traffic! Oh dear! Well, what else could Lee and I do, except watch another episode of “The 100” while we waited for him to get back? 😉 He eventually got home, and almost immediately took off again to drive Lee home. As is my usual want when my favourite eldest daughter is on her way home, I accompanied them to the lift, said goodbye, and proceeded to the fire escape for my evening Seven Floor Stair Walk. It was about eight minutes to five… (I tell you what, I’m not going to miss those ruddy stairs when we move! Especially not the ones on the virtually icicle-covered bottom-most floor near the letterboxes! Brrr, it’s cold down there!) I walked into the Den here and sat down at my desk at about two minutes past five… not even breathing heavily from my exertions. I’m getting better at this walking business! 🙂 Three months ago I wouldn’t have been able to do that – I’d have been damn lucky to do four floors without puffing and panting my lungs out. So, although I might not like clambering up and down seven flights of stairs, three times a day, and although I might wish that I didn’t have to do it, I persevere, regardless (the thing is, I don’t actually have to walk up and down any stairs – but I make myself do it because it’s good for me – it’s making me fitter than I’ve been in decades, and hopefully it’s contributing a little towards my weight loss!) (Ahhh, himself has just arrived home and brought me a sustaining cup of coffee, to tide me over until dinner time! Thank you dear!) This morning before Lee arrived, I managed to get a bit more Rift re-organisation done – I finished off Faeblight, and made a start on Greybriar …hmm! That’s interesting – I went and checked on the spelling of “Greybriar”, thinking that I must be incorrect – and I was, but I wasn’t. Both are correct, but Americans spell funny, and usually insist on swapping the “e” in “grey” for an “a”, only this time they haven’t – which was why I thought I must be wrong. The English spell it “grEy”, and the Americans spell it “grAy” (an easy way to remember is that “e” is for English, and “a” is for American) so I learnt something new about weird English spelling today, and now you’ve all learnt it too! 🙂 …so anyway, I made a start on Greybriar. Greybriar is my third most important shard (it even has a Guild!) and it’s usually where I park major-shard higher level characters when I want to create a new one on either Laethys or Hailol, so I’m going to be hard put to find anyone “cullable” on there… I might have to move one or more of the characters to a lesser populated shard – maybe Deepwood… But that’s for tomorrow, after the nostalgic sifting of the drawers, or maybe the tiresome assemblage of flat-packs… (my toes are itching – I wonder if I’m getting chilblains from the icy cold concrete stairs? I do my walking barefooted…)
Of course, now that Julian has gone and bought these little chests of drawers, he has to assemble them! Yes, they’re “flat-packs”! “Flat-packs” are evil! I reckon that the person who invented “flat-packs” should be boiled in oil, chopped into little bits, and then jumped up and down on by someone very, very heavy! 😦 Mind you, Julian is the one who does all the crawling around on the floor assembling flat-packs, while I just sit there and cheer and applaud at appropriate intervals 😉 This assemblage will either take place tomorrow, and we’ll do the nostalgic drawer sifting on Thursday, or we’ll do the nostalgic drawer sifting tomorrow, and Julian will do the flat-pack assemblage on Friday (because I’m going to the hairdresser on Thursday so he probably won’t have the time to do them then) The last item on our shopping list, the clothes dryer, should be sourced and secured by the end of next week, if not before… And on a wistfully hopeful note, the last of his Body Corporate work should be completed by the end of the week, and he can step down from his involvement with it.
Weigh-in this morning. Just when you think it’s safe to get back on the scales… Well, it did happen! No, I didn’t go up, I stayed the [heavily censored!] same again – for the third day in a row – 81.3kg! I would really, really love to know why it does this to me, every time I get down to within about 3 points of the next kilo down (or sometimes within about three days of the end of the month!) I really mean it, I’m eaten up with curiosity! Fluid retention? Maybe, but I’m not so sure that it is the case – at least, not this time… Sitting there watching “The 100” today, I was idly looking at my feet and thinking that for once, they almost looked normal! They weren’t at all swollen, they were a nice “normal” sort of colour (whatever that is!), and apart from my callouses, I thought that all-in-all, they were looking pretty good, for my feet! So if it is fluid retention (and I’m not taking those horrible pills, either) where is the fluid coming from, and why aren’t my feet swollen as they usually are when I retain fluid – and if it’s not fluid retention, what is it? And why does it always seem to happen when I get down to about three points away from the next kilo down, no matter what time of the month it is?! Je suis très annoyed! (and curious!)
So, that was My Day That Was – a bit of this, a bit of that, and a bit of something else, just for a change! 😉 As I said earlier, I’m not too sure what’s happening tomorrow – whether it’ll be the nostalgic drawer sifting and sorting, or the flat-packs assemblage by himself, or maybe just a bludge day of frittering. Whatever happens, I do expect to be able to finish off “neatening up” Greybriar, and I’m very happy to say that my two main shards, Laethys and Hailol, don’t really need “neatening up”, so after Greybriar is finished, I should be free to start questing again… 🙂 And once again, that’s about all I have for you tonight, but there’ll be lots to fill you all in on tomorrow night, so drop by and see what’s been happening chez nous! Will all our drawers be sifted, sorted, and mostly emptied? Will my weight stay the same again, or will it have gone down… or perhaps up? And… has Julian assembled the flat-packed under-desk chests of drawers that he picked up today? And those are only some of the burning questions that you’ll find the answers to, here, tomorrow night! 🙂 Until then though, do your very best to bee good, remember to go confidently in the direction of your dreams, and to live the life you have imagined. Don’t forget to look after yourselves, to keep warm, and to drive carefully, but most importantly, don’t forget to stay safe! 🙂 ciao, all! 🙂
My Word! 