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April 27, 2009

Now relaxed

Filed under: fitter/happier — lexifab @ 10:47 am

Have just returned from an overnight retreat with Fi at the lovely Canberra Hyatt, the scene, some of you may recall, of a quite nice wedding a few years back. The little Joey stayed with his aunt, while his negligent parents wined and dined on the town. Or more precisely, emerged briefly from the cosy interior into the shrieking winds and freezing rain for a pleasant Thai dinner before skulking back to our temperature-controlled cocoon.

It was extremely pleasant, you may rest assured.

April 5, 2009

Winter vegetables

Filed under: green-ish thumb — lexifab @ 6:06 pm

I am paying the price for spending three or so hours gardening with a pre-existing medical condition (i.e. the stupid cold that stupidly appeared from nowhere last night making me feel crappy and stupid and not at all inclined to use a thesaurus) but the good news is that the winter vegetables are now in place. The recklessly overcrowded bed currently sports leeks, broccoli, cauliflower, cabbage, red onions and celery. I have never deliberately grown any of these plants before, so it will be interesting to see which ones pull through. I see the whole thing as a Darwinist cage fight for genetic superiority, with my soup pot being the ultimate arbiter of victory.

I am, of course, happy to settle for a seven-way draw.

Now if you will excuse me, I have to go cough and mix cold medication and Jimbo’s homebrew dark ale.

April 1, 2009

Stupid plague house

Filed under: fitter/happier,joey — lexifab @ 6:51 pm

As usual any good intentions I may have had regarding regular blogging have been tamped down and squared off in a path leading in a roughly southerly direction. But this time I have a series of explanations, swear to God. Not excuses, no no!

From practically the moment I got home from the Burning Wheel game on Wednesday night (ask me about the hilarious episode of Imperial regicide occurring therein), I was laid up with a good solid bout of flu – neck and back pains, headaches and general CPS. Then I got better roughly a week ahead of schedule – yeah, I’m just that manly – only to have Fi immediately bedridden with something apparently unrelated but equally debilitating. No sooner had she recovered than the Joey kicked in with a high temperature and constant, desperate sadness. Poor little blighter. He seems to have more or less recovered now, but in the meantime it’s been one long day and horrid night after another for nearly a week now. I haven’t done a damned thing around the house, let alone been anywhere near the interwebs for more than three consecutive minutes. Don’t ask about writing, please. You’ll just make me sad.

Meanwhile, Jimbo swanned off to Melbourne for the weekend and watched AFL and the Grand Prix and The Who in concert. Of course, he then made the tactical error of returning to the plague house, where both he and Simon have picked up nasty bugs of assorted manifestations.

Stupid plague house. Enter at your own risk – we’re probably all still infectious or vectory or something.

Oh, how I wish I had something interesting to blog about. But no, this is what my life is, at the moment. Well, this and a very tiresome introduction to the realities of being a landlord, but I’ll save that for a separate post sometime when I have the headspace for clarity.

* Chronic pissweakness syndrome, for those not submerged in the minutiae of our early 90’s gaming in-jokes.

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