Yrae Chronicles

I KNOW NOBODY CARES OR EVEN KNOWS BUT I'M PUTTING THIS HERE FOR POSTERITY.



EDDIE BETTS YOU GODDAMN GENIUS.

I had a GOOD weekend. I don't know that I've mentioned this stupid post before, because it's super boring and has yet been SO FRUSTRATING. Nobody will notice it once it's done, but omfg. So. Visual aids. In 07 there, the first one, you can see the two posts holding up the veranda, the one right at the back beside the tank and then the next one along, around about the middle. Those were the two posts I was going to string the new clothes line up between, but as you can see in photo 05, the second one linked, that post is behind the tank, and the tank is about the height of the door. So the clothes line would have to go over top of the tank, and I'd be hanging clothes about a foot over my head. Yeah no.

So last weekend I went to Bunnings and bought myself another steel post and a couple of brackets, lined the post up against the gap and marked it to the right length, then took it around to Dad's welding mate to cut it up and weld the brackets onto it. Took it home for Dad to then bolt it to the veranda beam and the concrete... and the stupid thing was 8mm too long. I frigging hate steel. You can't stretch it or squash it or bend it or anything. If it's 8mm too long there is no shoving that thing in place. And Dad, in what he seems to think is a practical voice of 'you need to do this' but actually has a very strong tone of 'you failed. You tried this thing and it's failed and you fail,' made me cry because he just wouldn't stop with the not-at-all-practical doom-and-gloom-and-also-you-fail voice, which was exactly what I did NOT want to hear after the week I'd just had at work... and I just... screw steel.

Anyway. I think Mum had Words and he toned back a bit, helpfully measured up the stupid frigging post and also came with me to buy the right bolts for the job. I called his mate back again to come back with the post later on in the week, and generally calmed down.

Bringing us to Friday just gone, took the post back up to Dad's mate's place, pissing with rain and bloody freezing HI WINTER. He cut off the offending 8mm, welded the bracket back on (twice, because he'd done it the wrong way around the first time, with a cheerful 'see? We all make mistakes =D' and omg I heart him) and was generally awesome. Saturday morning I took that baby outside and slotted it smoothly in between veranda and concrete. Easy as. Not yet bolted in but it's ready to go! What a good start to the weekend.

So that's the story of the post. So far. It's going to be the least interesting and least noticed part of the whole garden--the whole HOUSE--and yet it's been the single most frustrating part of anything so far. ANYWAY.

I triumphantly sent the photo of the thing standing up on its own, happily wedged in, to Dad and his mate, then drove around to give him a thank you 6-pack of Coopers. Then to Mum and Dad's for lunch and then take them to the airport as thank you-in-advance for bolting in the post and clothes line (to Dad) and thank you for helping dig up baby's tears last weekend in the rain (to Mum). They're off to Bali, because Bali is hella cheap right now and I'm sorely tempted myself. We had a coffee and cake at the airport just waiting for their boarding time, then I headed back up to theirs to watch the footy (EDDIIIIIEEEEE ♥ TEEEX ♥) and put my washing in the dryer. Cos. Still don't have a clothes line. ahahaaaaha we'll get there.

Sunday sleep in, followed by a pyjama day of writing and that was that. What a good weekend. Got my post fixed, nice coffee, amaaaazing footy, and writing. Now shower and more writing, I hope. I mean, it seems to be doing its own thing, so who knows?

And now for something completely different, an actual update =0

On Tuesday~ I did some sending of emails to various printing companies around Adelaide in search of a job. One got back to me yesterday to set up an interview for next Tuesday :D Just to clarify, these places don't only do printing, but designing and desktop publishing type stuff, too, so yay! Cross fingers for something to happen there~

After playing some of my new and shiny Pokémon Platinum on the DS, I was inspired to get out my little old Crystal version on GBC, only to find that the entire game has wiped itself. This would ordinarily be pretty annoying but oh well, get to play through it again, get over it etc. But no. That was the game that had my Mew on it. MY MEW D: I'm never going to get another one of them! I queued up in the Myer Centre, a 15-year-old girl in a line of under-ten-year-old-boys, to get that bloody Mew, and now it's GONE~ forever. I know, nobody owns a GBC anymore for me to play them with, but STILL. MEW. Not a happy 'Narti, no.

Dad's buggered his back =( In a can't get out of bed kind of way. This is doubly suckage because it's his birthday tomorrow, and he and Mum were going out to a sexy restaurant tonight for dinner. Course, the bonus of having three doctors, a nurse and a physio in the family is that he's had plenty of the right kind of advice to get himself fixed. Still. No sexy restaurant =( Not that Colin or I were ever going, but still sad.

I just tore a hole in my jeans. Goddamnit. I LIKE these jeans >< And I've only had 'em a year. I NEED INCOME.

For all the new people who've arrived on my flist over the last month or less, I feel I should pimp h_bee and yrae, my arts and writings journals respectively. HB is completely open, yrae comm is MOSTLY open except for Silent Harmony, you'll have to join the community to read that, but I don't bite =3

And on that note, I'm going to write. Possibly. See if drawing distracts me again. It's been doing that lately X3