O, where have all the brassieres gone?
Dec. 12th, 2006 08:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
changelingSomething's eating our bras. It's the only explanation I have. I have none in my drawer. Steph has none in her drawer. There's one of mine in the dirty clothes basket, and one of Steph's in the washing machine. We have no clothes drying on the line. So where the hell are our bras? It's a mystery. I may be boob-loose and fancy free today.
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I wanted to write about the sweat lodge of last week, but I had work the next day, and I always find it hard to write about these things too far after the fact. Perhaps I'll be able to set aside some time tonight.
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Daharja's getting us to cater her birthing party. I think we've devised a kick-arse menu. I kinda wouldn't mind getting myself some catering qualifications – at the very least a food-handling certificate – and setting up as an occasional freelance caterer. I suspect we'd need to get ourselves another ABN (S and I have one each). Steph has already proposed we call it "Boombahs", and designed a flash page. Heh.
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I had an email in my inbox from [Publisher] today. I'd applied for an editorial assistant position with them. I figured this was another letter from them saying, "Thanks, but no thanks", but it wasn't quite. It told me that they'd received my resume and that the shortlist would be devised soon. There is yet hope. I should also hear from Oxbridge about the customer service position at the end of this week or beginning of next week, too – not exactly glamorous, but it's one step in the right direction.
I still want to sign up to the Victorian Writer's Centre and the Society of Editors. Maybe I'll do that end of this week, when I'm not working. I have another round of data entry for "The Academy" tomorrow. Blah. At least it's sufficiently time-consuming to make the day go by reasonably quickly.
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Better go get dressed. Suppose I'll put on yesterday's bra again. I want to get the washing out and leave in plenty of time to get into the city. I've decided that I'm going to do our shopping for the second half of this week at the market, as we're staying at my parents' place, and the likelihood of food that we'd eat is slim. This way we get some organic food, and I get to pick up some organic seeds – and maybe some seedlings – for growing herbs and things at home. I have a longlist of things I want to get at the moment:
Lettuce is right at the top of my list right now. Maybe if I'm pulling it from the ground it won't be entirely cased in ice crystals when I go to use some. I don't know what's up with our fridge. It was only just fixed a short while ago.
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We found out why the shower kept going icy. The perpetual hot water tank we have requires sufficiently high pressure to tell it to keep making hot water. I have always used a far lower pressure than Steph, hence why I've always had a problem, and of course we've recently been using the water-saving setting on our shower head. ARGH. I'm so annoyed that I have to choose between saving water and having hot showers (we only have about four-minute showers, I'd like to note here. The water was going cold literally about a minute in). At the moment I'm compromising by sometimes having a hot shower sans water-saving head, particularly when I need to wash my hair, and washing Japanese-style out of a bucket. When we have our own place, we're getting solar hot water. There's just no excuse not to in Australia.
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I wanted to write about the sweat lodge of last week, but I had work the next day, and I always find it hard to write about these things too far after the fact. Perhaps I'll be able to set aside some time tonight.
...
Daharja's getting us to cater her birthing party. I think we've devised a kick-arse menu. I kinda wouldn't mind getting myself some catering qualifications – at the very least a food-handling certificate – and setting up as an occasional freelance caterer. I suspect we'd need to get ourselves another ABN (S and I have one each). Steph has already proposed we call it "Boombahs", and designed a flash page. Heh.
...
I had an email in my inbox from [Publisher] today. I'd applied for an editorial assistant position with them. I figured this was another letter from them saying, "Thanks, but no thanks", but it wasn't quite. It told me that they'd received my resume and that the shortlist would be devised soon. There is yet hope. I should also hear from Oxbridge about the customer service position at the end of this week or beginning of next week, too – not exactly glamorous, but it's one step in the right direction.
I still want to sign up to the Victorian Writer's Centre and the Society of Editors. Maybe I'll do that end of this week, when I'm not working. I have another round of data entry for "The Academy" tomorrow. Blah. At least it's sufficiently time-consuming to make the day go by reasonably quickly.
...
Better go get dressed. Suppose I'll put on yesterday's bra again. I want to get the washing out and leave in plenty of time to get into the city. I've decided that I'm going to do our shopping for the second half of this week at the market, as we're staying at my parents' place, and the likelihood of food that we'd eat is slim. This way we get some organic food, and I get to pick up some organic seeds – and maybe some seedlings – for growing herbs and things at home. I have a longlist of things I want to get at the moment:
- lettuce
- leek (plant now!)
- rosemary
- mint
- parsley
- thyme
- chives
- spring onion
- broccoli
Lettuce is right at the top of my list right now. Maybe if I'm pulling it from the ground it won't be entirely cased in ice crystals when I go to use some. I don't know what's up with our fridge. It was only just fixed a short while ago.
...
We found out why the shower kept going icy. The perpetual hot water tank we have requires sufficiently high pressure to tell it to keep making hot water. I have always used a far lower pressure than Steph, hence why I've always had a problem, and of course we've recently been using the water-saving setting on our shower head. ARGH. I'm so annoyed that I have to choose between saving water and having hot showers (we only have about four-minute showers, I'd like to note here. The water was going cold literally about a minute in). At the moment I'm compromising by sometimes having a hot shower sans water-saving head, particularly when I need to wash my hair, and washing Japanese-style out of a bucket. When we have our own place, we're getting solar hot water. There's just no excuse not to in Australia.