It's raining, and the kitchen window is crying.

[changeling]

Too tired for a real update. Although I've been logged on since about twelve-thirty, I haven't actually been using my computer much. I've cooked another batch of kitcheree for Steph's and my breakfasts (and possibly her lunch tomorrow), I've finished off the oranges (Steph's allergic) by juicing them as we had no juice, then made a big 1.5L bottle of juice we both can enjoy by getting rid of the honeydew melon that's been sitting in our fruit basket, as well as throwing in some strawberries, a solitary dark grape, half a carrot, a celery stick and two apples. I have done some washing-up, but not much. I have cleaned the filter for the goldfish pond in the backyard. I have done a little of the editing work I meant to do, but have not yet emailed the author. I have taken out the compost bin, although it is now freshly full with orange and melon rinds, carrot and celery ends and strawberry tufts. I have not cleaned enough of the kitchen like I ought, and I feel guilty about that, but at least I have accomplished some things today. Eating has not really been one of those things, although I did have a packet of Vege Chips and I have skimmed some kitcheree from the pot.

Things you probably don't know about me:
I now have a dodgy right knee. It's been troubling me badly since the Sunday before last, and as a result I have been pushing myself around the house on a wheeled computer chair like a land-locked gondolier. Steph bought me a cane last Wednesday (which is very handsome, all things considered, and is black metal with a dark wood handle) and I have been using that when forced to be out and about (classes, practical placement, Jacinta's birthday). I discovered Meth has a beautiful round-topped cane that he bought for only $25, if I recall correctly, and I plan on discovering the exact location of the store & purchasing one myself.

I went to the physio yesterday. I felt old. She was the same age as I, and working at a Real Job^TM (later I realised she was a few years older, which made me feel better. She said that my inner thigh muscle has switched off for some reason (overwork, twisted knee perhaps) and as a result its compatriot on the outside of my thigh is pulling my patella (kneecap, she explained unnecessarily - I have a physio for a mother, though she wasn't to know that) off to one side. My kneecap is now strapped into place with three layers of tape. It is an odd experience. It still hurt like the blazes all yesterday, but today it seems to have settled down, which is nice. I've even been pottering around the house largely without my cane. This is a giant leap, to borrow phrasing. Of course, since I started this entry, my right ankle - for those of those keeping track, the one on the same leg - is playing up badly, but as this is the ankle that has scar tissue in it from a very bad sprain two years ago, this isn't much of a surprise. Attention seeker. Everything has to be about it.

A---- at work^* has been very praise-y of my work, although sadly has now left on holidays, and my last chance of being asked to work with them part- or full-time dashing out the door with her. She did want to pay me for some of the work I had done with them - checking the general and scientific names of 703 birds - but the publisher (person, not entity) shot her down, stating an overreached budget, &c, &c. A---- wrote to me in an email that this probably wouldn't have been an insurmountable problem should she not being going on holiday, but she is so there you go. It would have been very nice, though. Their freelance pay, which A---- considers a pittance, is still two dollars per hour more than I am being paid at my Crappy Afterschool Job^TM, and considering it would probably have been around three full days work (I'm guessing), this would have been far more than I would be paid in a month at CAJ, possibly closer to two. All one can do is curse and wave one's fist at the sky, for there is nothing to be done.

I have made four diary entries cataloguing life at a Professional Publisher, as it is my practical placement and Required by the course. They are backdated and so appeared on no-one's friends' list, so I shall provide links here for your amusement: Day One, Day Two, Day Three, and Day Four. They are locked under my "School" filter, though anyone on my friends' list is more than welcome to request to be added. It is not a very interesting filter, though it was briefly at the beginning of this year. It is locked primarily because it mentions a couple of minor specifics.

I ought to know by now that this sort of entry that I think of as just a "quick" entry - certainly it has very little more than just the bare bones - never is quick or short. And it is usually rarely read because it is so formidable on one's friends' page. Still, here it is. I'm not dead, and I do occasionally get online. I apologise to those who've missed me, and with whom I have hardly been keeping up - particularly merditha, billradish (hope you're OK, chicken. BTW, where did that onion soup recipe you had up go? Steph and I were going to try it) and buhfly. Just think, next month I'll be back at my parents' with cable internet and you'll probably get sick of my updating every fifteen minutes.

Yours regretfully,

D.


^*Prac placement - it is sadly amusing that I consider my practical placement, for which I am not being paid money, more of a Real Job than my actual, paid work ... which are hardly giving me any hours, so perhaps it is less of a surprise than one would think.

Comments

[nys.livejournal.com]

Tis amusing your physio story as seemed to echo kara's, who went to monash to see a physio today for a bung knee. She went in uniform and the physio turned out to be an ex-melb high boy (exit: 1999).
Can't escape them really...
(Free to come to VSU rally tomorrow? 2pm state library. Should be a barrel of laughs)

[delirieuse.livejournal.com]

Huh. There you go. You'll have to tell me his name when you see me Friday. I may know him. (Although I knew more '98ers than I did '99ers.)

I may be. It depends if Dee comes over for workshopping as we'd originally planned.

[jolly-oddness.livejournal.com]

*shock*

Four pages about birds and editing. That's...insanely wonderful. I recently bought a bird-watchers' guide to Australian birds. *pets book*

You sound wonderfully suited to editing.

I have missed you! Come back sooooooon....

[buhfly.livejournal.com]

*MIIIIISSSSSSSSSED YOOOOUUUUUU*

[scott-wells.livejournal.com]

I missed you too...