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Wed, Jul. 15th, 2015 11:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
annarti
House things, in dot point form because it's all little fiddly fartarsey crap:
o Patched up and painted the ceiling holes, though at least two will need another coat and I accidentally poked a hole in one of the patchup jobs in the bedroom so I'll need to shove some more No-More-Cracks into that one. Whoops.
o Tomorrow I pick up offcuts of carpet that I've finally had turned into nice little edged carpets to use as doormats and kitchen-exit-to-dining-room mats to keep tracking dust through my carpet. FINALLY. Taken me bloody long enough.
o Saturday Dad comes to install dimmer switches in living room and studio, screw the hooky thing for the blind in the studio into the wall, and hang up the pinup board for my jewellery in my bedroom. I'll be plastering the cornice piece into place in the studio. Fiddly fartarsey things that will likely take most of the day.
o Curtains come in on Tuesday! Then that's IT for the permanent inside-house stuff.
Last weekend was the first game the Crows played since their coach was murdered and I think the whole country, not just the whole supporter base or even the whole state, was proud of them. For starters just for turning up, but oh man, they did NOT give up. They even won two of the four quarters, and against a team I probably would have expected us to lose against even without current circumstances.
And then the siren went and half of the players started crying. And they did the circle in the middle of the ground as all the teams have been doing this week, arms over shoulders, Eagle-Crow-Eagle-Crow, and I think probably most of them were crying by that point. The Eagles all waited on the ground applauding as they walked off, and the crowd. This was in Perth, not Adelaide. They cheered my boys off like they were their own. I mean a serious, standing up, clapping hands over heads, shouting WOOOOO! for the opposition, all the way back into their rooms. So then I was bloody crying.
And Foxtel did the respectful thing and didn't follow them down into the rooms afterwards with cameras, which was really jolly nice of them. The CEO thanked them at the press conference for that, so it wasn't just me and Mum who noticed.
I love my sport. Nobody could give a shit about the final score. I am just so, so proud of my boys, and so proud of my sport and everyone involved in it. Except Eddie Maguire. He's a pratt will always remain one.
o Patched up and painted the ceiling holes, though at least two will need another coat and I accidentally poked a hole in one of the patchup jobs in the bedroom so I'll need to shove some more No-More-Cracks into that one. Whoops.
o Tomorrow I pick up offcuts of carpet that I've finally had turned into nice little edged carpets to use as doormats and kitchen-exit-to-dining-room mats to keep tracking dust through my carpet. FINALLY. Taken me bloody long enough.
o Saturday Dad comes to install dimmer switches in living room and studio, screw the hooky thing for the blind in the studio into the wall, and hang up the pinup board for my jewellery in my bedroom. I'll be plastering the cornice piece into place in the studio. Fiddly fartarsey things that will likely take most of the day.
o Curtains come in on Tuesday! Then that's IT for the permanent inside-house stuff.
Last weekend was the first game the Crows played since their coach was murdered and I think the whole country, not just the whole supporter base or even the whole state, was proud of them. For starters just for turning up, but oh man, they did NOT give up. They even won two of the four quarters, and against a team I probably would have expected us to lose against even without current circumstances.
And then the siren went and half of the players started crying. And they did the circle in the middle of the ground as all the teams have been doing this week, arms over shoulders, Eagle-Crow-Eagle-Crow, and I think probably most of them were crying by that point. The Eagles all waited on the ground applauding as they walked off, and the crowd. This was in Perth, not Adelaide. They cheered my boys off like they were their own. I mean a serious, standing up, clapping hands over heads, shouting WOOOOO! for the opposition, all the way back into their rooms. So then I was bloody crying.
And Foxtel did the respectful thing and didn't follow them down into the rooms afterwards with cameras, which was really jolly nice of them. The CEO thanked them at the press conference for that, so it wasn't just me and Mum who noticed.
I love my sport. Nobody could give a shit about the final score. I am just so, so proud of my boys, and so proud of my sport and everyone involved in it. Except Eddie Maguire. He's a pratt will always remain one.