Post by thesentientpasty on Oct 4, 2018 21:41:24 GMT
Exactly. Whatever NCIS is.
Meanwhile ... In other news ...
I have an interview tomorrow. Yeah, I know, but this is different.
Perusing the job boards on Wednesday, I saw a "short-term, limited hours, Christmas job". Which would top up me cash, and get me out for a few days a week. Within ten minutes of finishing the twenty minute online thingmy, I got an email. "See you Friday".
"But Bez," you're all screaming, "don't do it! Your last "short-term, limited hours, Christmas job" kicked off with a 112-hour fortnight, and lasted nearly eight years."
Thing is, I'm now in a position to say 'see you'. Whenever the feck I like, You have to understand how empowering that is.
So I'm going for it. Guns a-blazing.
It's Retail. I got the skills. It's not a normal job ...
It's an M&S job. (Spoken in slo-mo, with High Definition chocolate sauce slowly dribbled over it.)
I shall report back, forthwith!
C'mon?! Everyone's up for the ride, yes? It'll be a hoot!
I had my 'not exactly idle' weekend in Bordeaux, but I opted to panna cotta over tiramisu. I was not disappointed.
I also had my worst ever panic attack (so perhaps I should stay idle in future!) We were in the 'Citie du Vin' when it came on. Citie du Vin is a wine museum, and it was pretty dark and claustrophobic in the ticket hall/lobby area; people milling around etc. Usually, I sense that I'm getting anxious and can handle with breathing deep/slow or, more obviously, removing myself from the proximity of what's causing the anxiety (usually crowds of people)
This one got away from me. Panic set in quickly and I felt out of control as it snowballed on me; I bolted outside whilst my head screamed at me to get out. It wasn't at all pleasant and I felt bruised for some time afterwards. I still feel vulnerable even now. The only plus side is that the museum is pretty crap (judging from reviews) and certainly considered overpriced. So maybe that's what the attack was telling me!
I had a claustrophobic attack, just the one, in a dark narrow tower at Durham Cathedral a bazillion years ago. It was horrible. I feel your overwhelmedness, Edgar.
My wife mentioned that she once felt a similar kind of anxiety when visiting a dungeon, as the space closed in on her.
Being objective now (and how easy/unfair is that?) where I was wasn't closed in at all. It was a large ticket hall....
...but I certainly had the perception of being closed in, as if the walls were literally closing in on me. Perhaps it didn't help it being dimly lit and there being more people than I'm used to milling around, I don't know. But, yes, it was scary being quite-so-overwhelmed-so-quickly and not-at-all-in-control. And the 'bruising' afterwards; not only from the hangover from overwhelmedness but also the fact it even happened. You've got to ask how well you know yourself when something that 'outside' happens.
I thought there was a shed thread. Perhaps not, I couldn't find one, but there are mentions of sheds here.
My den (not a shed but an attic type space) is cold. Sun's shining brightly outside but it's not warming up in here. The windows are probably point the wrong way or something (btw, I like the idea of windows 'pointing'... "look over there" they say)
I made one of those little tea candle heaters, I don't know if you know of them; a couple of pot plants over tea candles. Anyways, it was rubbish. Which, the interweb tells me, so it should be; thermodynamics or some such, you can't just magic up energy from nowhere and those poor little tea candles weren't designed to launch space rockets etc.
I'll have to experiment with other forms of heating. Gas and oil heaters tend to smell and electric is expensive. Compromise, compromise.... how cold do I want to be?
hot water bottles are your friend! its disappointing the tea light thing didn't work. there are numerous ways of doing it. maybe try a different tactic? even then i think they'll only warm a small space.
Post by thesentientpasty on Feb 26, 2019 14:38:35 GMT
About 20" long.
Technically and grammatically, I suppose, I didn't build it, because it's still being built ... Indeed, in five minutes I'm popping out there with a tea to continue. I reckon another ten-twenty total hours until completion.
I shall leave the door open, to let the warm February zephyrs and the sound of woodpigeons pop in.
Post by thesentientpasty on Feb 27, 2019 0:29:58 GMT
The cats are banned from the shed. Though, from the scratchings left on both front corners, it looks like they're trying to get in. Too many sharp and delicate objects in there, unfortunately.
The dinghy is for a 93-year-old, who's always wanted one. So he's getting this. (That said, I'm increasingly reluctant to give it away - though I shall - as it's just so curvy. A wee sculpture in bent wood. But I know the next one will be that little bit better.)
I've not been idle volunteering with the local wildlife trust once a week. Its good fun. we'v been rampaging through the unwanted trees and piles of brash, planting new, nicer trees, re-doing the footpath, scything the giant reeds at another site (well not me scything, i haven't been on the course, but i'm going to! so i was raking. so much raking) . saw a green woodpecker, red kites, all the crows ever, a tree creeper and moorhens in the river. last week the group was making a log pile for wildlife, this has a name but i can't remember it, but because the pikey canal folk keep taking our logs (take the ones lying around, not the one that are clearly a footpath or a fence!)
our 'boss' wanted to partially bury the logs and tie the under peices together with wire, with smaller logs on top. however while the men were digging the hole me and another woman went of to weave a fence. because people think it's ok to take half a fence away! so its was half done and we redid the top half, and not fall in the river while doing it. (which is the point of this barrier).
we also had a couple hour 'winter tree identification' talk. Apart from the fact I can now recognise a winter cherry tree, and ash, i also learnt that willow trees are basically the chavs of the tree world, inbreeding with all other willows and then those hybrids breeding and broken willow branches will settle anywhere. beech and hornbeam look basically identical in winter, hawthorn and blackthorn are not the same thing, as i always thought.
Also this 'urban park' is basically in 3 sections and it was pointed out that these sections were likely the original farm field boundries, which is why theres a long row of knarly old trees. and we walked through one of the sections, which is totally accessable but i don't think i'v ever done it, which was a big embankment full of rabbit holes and wildflowers!
so much when you look.
if the log-arium hasn't been set on fire by next week i'll be most impressed.