Happy New Year everyone! To celebrate, here is my favourite haiku ever:
Year’s end, all
corners of this
floating world, swept.
(Basho)
And a picture of what I hope your NYE might look like.
Happy New Year everyone! To celebrate, here is my favourite haiku ever:
Year’s end, all
corners of this
floating world, swept.
(Basho)
And a picture of what I hope your NYE might look like.
Back home at last! Now to begin calculamenting my post-Xmas finances.
I am now on holidays, away from my usual computer, so the doodles will be sporadic, as well as clunky. Had to draw these with the track pad. Let me assure you, that is even harder than it sounds. Will be too busy on Xmas day doing the whole Xmas thing… so here is an amalgamation image based on possible projections of my next few days. You have no idea how much I had to simplify this to retain clarity.
Merry Christmas everyone!
There’s a particular office that I have trouble with every time I need to contact them. They never seem to have anyone in, they don’t respond to messages, they will tell you the wrong contact names for things, so that you are guaranteed to never get the assistance you need. This is a private business, by the way, not governmental, even though it does sound rather like one from that description. Anyway, I sent a query by email to them this morning, and received a polite response fairly promptly from one of their staff, but he ended the email rather more honestly than usual.
My theory is that this guy is new there, and it has slowly been dawning on him how poorly run the whole operation really is. But at the same time, he is now totally going to be my go-to guy, since he’s obviously the one with a finger on the pulse. I bet he’s promoted before the year is out. At least, I hope he is.
Just to update everyone from Australia… I’m terribly sorry, but it appears the Mayans were right all along.
So very tired today. Lately, one child won’t fall asleep, the other won’t stay asleep. So I’m awake for countless hours of the night, exhausted and staggering about like the town drunk during the day. So many things to do, and so little time left in which to do them!
Tomorrow, the kids are in day care for half the day, and I’m trying to narrow down my list to the essentials that I can’t do with the kids around, which is pretty much everything. I’m also trying to prioritise what HAS to be done versus what I WANT to get done.
Obviously, toy shopping is a high priority at this time of year.
But I do worry that I’ve already done enough of that, and the remaining money could be better spent. You have to draw the line somewhere.
So then I thought about how people always say you should do something for yourself now and then, and I usually forget that, and thought about getting a pregnancy massage.
But again, I worried about the expense. So next on my list is cleaning the house, which is filthy at this point. My floors are actually crunchy.
Cleaning really should be a priority at this point. Except that I can do housework any time, whether the kids are here or not, so it’s not really a good use of day care. So I considered the things that need to be done, but can’t be done with the kids around. Like driving the car to the mechanic for a check up. I can walk back from there, so long as I don’t have kids with me.
The downside of this option is glaringly obvious. Also if it’s a warm day I probably wouldn’t even get so far as to start the ignition. I would likely just pass out from cozy-warm-car-ness upon first contact.
So I thought about the things I would do if I wasn’t doing anything. Generally, that means computer games. Something along the lines of Sim-Civ-World Domination – Apocalypse Edition.
Downside, time goes so quickly, and I am guaranteed to feel like I totally squandered my entire day. So I thought about doing something not too expensive that I wouldn’t normally do, but that would be reasonably relaxing and rewarding.
And I have reached the conclusion that ultimately what I need to do with my time tomorrow is take a BIG LONG NAP.
…aaaand cue the pregnancy insomnia.
Just FYI: Kids are cute. And also clever. And occasionally philosophical. This is probably due to not being constrained by mundane rubbish on a daily basis.
Eldest daughter was on the back step the other day, waving her arms about and saying things like “taaa daa!” and little blahdey-blah things, as if giving a really enthusiastic speech.
I went out and asked her what she was doing.
She answered:
Then she forgot about me and went back to her demonstration.
Quod Erat Demonstrandum. Kids are the coolest thing in the world.
Well dang.
Dear Santa,
*Sigh* never mind.
If only the 2nd amendment had specified that each American had the right to carry a musket. That absurd law would have become ignored, antiquated, forgotten…