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?

As per usual, I have left tpyo dead in the water and allowed updates to pile up. HERE WE GO.

( Conjunctivitis! )

( BUT IT COULD BE WORSE. )

( Leave~ )

( Cassie! )

( FOOTY! )

And that's me done! Woo~

Today has been AWESOME. We won the footy~! Against Freo! Who are, like, a top-four side! My boys~ <3 They played so brilliantly today. SO many passages of play that made us go "ooh, that was good >D" and they were accurate, in goal kicking as well as kicking to other players, they were just fabulous. The Crows of old (re: last year) back again :DD Why they haven't been playing like this for the last four months, we don't know. They have SO very picked themselves up, but alas, too little too late. Still have to win just about every game from here on in to even make the eight, alas.

Freo was lovely, though. They all lined up to shake Tyson Edwards' hand after the game, cos he's retired after 16 years with the Crows. So that was nice of them =3

And the crowd was cheering~ and chanting ADELAIDE and clapping and we sang the Crows song afterwards completely out of time with what was coming over the PA but we didn't care because we sung it with GUSTO and couldn't even hear the PA and omg it was awesome. I love my boys. They're actually playing awesome footy now! There were three quarters of awesome last week and then they sort of lay down like doormats and were comprehensively thrashed, but this week? Four full quarters of awesome. Well, three and a bit. Third quarter was ordinary, but so was Freo so that was okay.

... </footy>

Then Anna P and I went to have dinner at Glenelg in celebration of the Crows' win and also my getting a job, so we got pasta and walked along the beach. It was... fresh :D;;; Pommies would thumb their noses at us but screw you. Nice walk, actually, and we had our Crows scarves proudly displayed so it wasn't so bad. People shouted GO CROWS! at us a coupla times X3

OH. And I got blueeyedboy :DDDD Mmmmmm Joanne Harris book <3 I've been craving one. Yes, I got Runemarks and The Evil Seed earlier this year, but Runemarks is for young adults and The Evil Seed was her first published book from about 20 years ago and she's completely changed style since then. So yes. NEW BOOK mmmmmm <3

And tomorrow Mum's taking me clothes shopping to get a work outfit, as a congratulations from her and Dad *^^* I don't know if this includes shoes or not. I get the impression it does, but I'm not pushing it. If not I'll buy shoes for me anyway, cos I need some.

I said back in January, or possibly earlier, even: 2010 is my year. THIS is the week where that's been ringing true. EVERYTHING IS AWESOME.

I'm~ not very good at updating when stuff is happening, am I? XD; HERE LOOK STUFF =DD

Mum~ has broken her fibula =( When she and Dad were in Tassie last week, she slipped on a twisty knobbly tree-root-rock-and-rain combination and has basically been hoping since then. She went to the doctor today tho annnnd yes. The rest of the family is now unofficially charged with keeping Mum from doing things. THIS IS HARD because she likes going to "just get her glasses" and ends up doing the washing up. Or "just doing her own ironing" then ends up doing all of it. I managed to steal the vacuuming from her over the weekend... then found out she was taking down the washing at the same time askjdghs

Also~ over the weekend, dinner party! Which means delicious food, of course. Not that we don't normally get delicious food, but this was three courses of it X9 And also nibblies, which I've just made up again to have with mojitos. You envy. I do love our pre-dinner drinks thing we have going. Always happens on a Friday night, uuuusually on a Saturday, then any other night during the week when someone feels like a martini or experimenting with a cocktail.

And I've been working lots, which is nice because Bruce went in for his 195,000km service on Thursday. NOT ONLY BUT ALSO, he's been having an Issue. Two weeks ago, while driving Colin to work and sitting at the traffic lights, Bruce turned off =( No ugly noises or anything, just turned off, and turning the key wouldn't even make the engine turn over. So we managed to use gravity to chuck him in neutral and roll into the servo which was handily enough right there next to us. Sat there going 'well, the actual car servicing spot doesn't open til 8, what now?' for a few minutes, then tried the key again, and voila, life. Hurrah! we think. Self-fixing car issues! And off we go to work/uni.

Thennnn when Mum and Dad were in Tassie, he did it again, only this time he wouldn't start again. This was on the freeway when only Colin had the car, so he rang me up and went DDD: a bit, I sympathetically went DDD: back, and we resolved to call the RAA. So, RAA guy rocked up, charged $165 for on-the-spot membership sign-up, lifted the bonnet, got Colin to turn the key, et voila, Bruce lives. aksdghalsk my poor brother DDD: RAA guy also pointed at something in the engine and said that's what was wrong, which made us both go DDDDD: summore cos yaknow, engine issues are EXPENSIVE.

HOWEVER. Service of around $150 included, it all came to $471, so we're not too irritated. There's always SOMETHING that comes up in addition to the basic service. There'd better not be for the next one, cos the 200k is the biiiiiiig service on its own. Growl. Hate cars. Why must everything about them be so expensive? ><

In happier news~ I got lots of editing done today, and made some headway with the plotting of book two =D I've got all the stuff I know down in relatively chronological order, so now the big gaps are more obvious and therefore easier to fill, or so we hope. Now I'm wondering whether to natter about this with Sallie and/or Shanra. On the one hand, it helps sort things out. On the other, I never like spoiling people XD; WE SHALL SEE.

And now~ I have things to read :DDD --or not because the oven buzzer's just gone off for my smoked salmon tarts. BUT. READING WILL GET DONE TONIGHT. ♥!