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Mar. 6th, 2012
Last-minute change of plan
Mar. 6th, 2012 08:57 amNot shipping computer. Computer lacks voltage-switch; UK power no use in USA. Will buy new computer. Meanwhile, will stay online one more day (till they come to take the internets away).
Gone again
Mar. 6th, 2012 09:46 am117 boxes and two holdalls have just left my house.
What? Seven of those boxes did not contain books! I do too have other things!
Now my house is full of builders, plumbers, electricians and decorators. One of them congratulated me on my collection. Ahem. My collection's gone.
I'm still hating everything about this. Four more days.
What? Seven of those boxes did not contain books! I do too have other things!
Now my house is full of builders, plumbers, electricians and decorators. One of them congratulated me on my collection. Ahem. My collection's gone.
I'm still hating everything about this. Four more days.
Dreams of leaving
Mar. 6th, 2012 01:43 pmIt is seriously weird, being the one who's going away. That's not what I do. I basically spent my first twenty years in Oxford, saying goodbye to people as they went away and I stayed put; my last thirty years I've spent in Newcastle, doing the same thing.
There are other weirdnesses in my future - getting married, living with someone else - but sufficient unto the day is the weirdness thereof, and this week is all about me leaving.
It is of course also utterly weird for my friends, which sometimes I forget. It's not the end of everything, but it is the end of this, which possibly nobody had budgeted for. I expect other people take their friends for granted, the way I do, until suddenly they up sticks and are gone. Some of mine are really rather cross about it all.
But the really, really weird thing? Is trimming out a pair of lamb's kidneys and not feeding the cores to the boys from my fingers, turn and turn about. It seems a terrible waste.
There are other weirdnesses in my future - getting married, living with someone else - but sufficient unto the day is the weirdness thereof, and this week is all about me leaving.
It is of course also utterly weird for my friends, which sometimes I forget. It's not the end of everything, but it is the end of this, which possibly nobody had budgeted for. I expect other people take their friends for granted, the way I do, until suddenly they up sticks and are gone. Some of mine are really rather cross about it all.
But the really, really weird thing? Is trimming out a pair of lamb's kidneys and not feeding the cores to the boys from my fingers, turn and turn about. It seems a terrible waste.
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Oh LJ, why are you not perfect?
Mar. 6th, 2012 06:41 pmLiveJournal's troubles are so ... interesting. At the moment, I can read my friends page with no trouble at all. If I try actually to respond to any of those posts - hah. Forget it.
The internet says that LJ is almost down, hanging in by its fingernails at the moment. I am sure that this has nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that there was an election in Russia at the weekend, and a number of people are* disenchanted with the result.
*I find myself constitutionally incapable of typing "a number of people is", although that would seem to be correct in the matter of, um, number.
[EtA: I would and will always say "there has been a number", not "there have been a number". But put the verb on the other side of the phrase, and suddenly I fall the other way. *shrugs* Don't ask me.]
The internet says that LJ is almost down, hanging in by its fingernails at the moment. I am sure that this has nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that there was an election in Russia at the weekend, and a number of people are* disenchanted with the result.
*I find myself constitutionally incapable of typing "a number of people is", although that would seem to be correct in the matter of, um, number.
[EtA: I would and will always say "there has been a number", not "there have been a number". But put the verb on the other side of the phrase, and suddenly I fall the other way. *shrugs* Don't ask me.]
I should be doing something, but
Mar. 6th, 2012 07:13 pmI am doing something, dammit: I am feeling guilty. Experiencing guilt. Where would guilt go, what would it do, if I failed to offer it a home?
Mostly, though, I am reading LJ while I can, and drinking wine, and waiting for Stephen and Candy and maybe even Max, and nursing my sore back, and just generally not sorting stuff or putting stuff in boxes, which is really what I should be doing. What I would be doing, if I were really as brutal as a friend accused me of a couple of days ago (in a good way: by us, brutal is a head-down-and-get-the-thing-done kind of thing). But I've had enough, for now. I didn't sleep till four and my alarm was set for six, so.
In other news, if I spend all day at home? I get a minimum, a minimum, of four robocalls a day about PPI. If you don't know about PPI. stay that way.
Four days. In four days, I'll be over the Atlantic and they can't touch me there.
Mostly, though, I am reading LJ while I can, and drinking wine, and waiting for Stephen and Candy and maybe even Max, and nursing my sore back, and just generally not sorting stuff or putting stuff in boxes, which is really what I should be doing. What I would be doing, if I were really as brutal as a friend accused me of a couple of days ago (in a good way: by us, brutal is a head-down-and-get-the-thing-done kind of thing). But I've had enough, for now. I didn't sleep till four and my alarm was set for six, so.
In other news, if I spend all day at home? I get a minimum, a minimum, of four robocalls a day about PPI. If you don't know about PPI. stay that way.
Four days. In four days, I'll be over the Atlantic and they can't touch me there.