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April 25, 2011

Back to the Island 1.14 – Hearts and Minds

Filed under: back to the island,family,joey — lexifab @ 11:02 am

The Joey had his first Easter egg hunt yesterday. We are not talking about the world’s greatest detective here, but he did at least grasp the concept that some ill-defined lupine entity was supplying him with chocolate in return for at least marginally acceptable behaviour. It was a close-run thing, however, since he spent most of Saturday in disgrace for various infractions of the social order at the markets.

I believe that it’s time to take advantage of the long weekend and the more or less warm sunshine to beat the garden into slightly less absolute disorder.

Here’s my review of my hands-down least favourite Season 1 Lost episode. I had fun writing it, but be aware that I may have allowed a certain hint of snark to creep in. Hmm. Correction – I had a lot of fun writing this one.


April 5, 2011

Back to the Island 1.7 – ‘The Moth’

Filed under: back to the island,family,fitter/happier — lexifab @ 12:52 am

The end of daylight savings is screwing with my sense of time, as it always does. My body thinks this entry has missed my Monday deadline, but the clock tells me I have another twenty minutes. Both of them are remonstrating with me for not being in bed half an hour ago, but as I’ve only just put the Wombat back to sleep they can both just shut up.

The Joey has been getting louder and more wilfully disobedient in the past few weeks. Suspecting there might be a real problem with his hearing, we took him to the doctor today. Sure enough, the sniffle he’s been carrying for the last six weeks and a certain laxness in monitoring on his parents’ part has led to a buildup of wax in his ears. Time to buy a – what do you call those things that doctors use to examine ears? I keep thinking opthalmoscope, but is that for ears or throat? No, wait, I’m thinking of laryngoscopes. Opthalmoscopes are for eyes, aren’t they? Anyway, we need one of them so it doesn’t get this bad again. We also need some rope to hogtie him down so we can put drops in his ears. He complains that it feels weird and that he hates it, a position with which it is difficult to argue.

Anyway, here is today’s Lost review. I quite enjoyed writing this one.


March 28, 2011

Back to the Island 1.5 – ‘White Rabbit’

Filed under: back to the island,family,fitter/happier — lexifab @ 1:59 pm

I have a massive head cold. Feels like someone has stuffed a puppy inside my skull and is inflating it with a service station high pressure  air pump. No, really. I’m pretty sure I can hear it whining somewhere behind my ear.

I’m not working Mondays at the moment, so this has the same irrational sense of being cheated as getting sick on the weekend or during the holidays does, with the added bonus of having to help entertain the children as well. At least the Joey is not currently misbehaving with his usual desperate desire to find some way to get into trouble. Though those irregular grunts coming from the other room suggest that he has, perhaps, employed a different mechanism for being horrifying, namely hearty and generous defecation. (Too much information? Just be glad you’re not here, like I am “glad” for my throbbing-but-blocked sinuses).

I need a cuppa.


March 8, 2011

My Happiness

Filed under: family,friends,geekery,joey,news of the day,wombat,workin for the man — lexifab @ 2:53 pm

I didn’t mean for this resumption of posting to become a weekly affair, but oh well. I don’t mean a lot of things that end up happening anyway.

I promised that I would be relentlessly positive with this next entry, and so I shall be – within reasonable limits of tolerance for the terms ‘relentlessly’ and ‘positive’, that is. This is all stuff that is on my mind at the moment that is making me feel good about life

Family – I have a wonderful wife and two adorable children. How cool is that? I have to start with the family, because the last thing I would want is to take them for granted. How can I not appreciate the frankly astonishing fact that I have a loving, supportive and stable marriage with a wonderful woman whose only apparent flaw is her dubious taste in husbands? On top of that are two healthy, adorable little people who love me unconditionally and suffuse me with joy every day. Sometimes even when they are voiding their bowels in some nefarious and inconvenient way.

Work – Work is going well. I have a meaty project to get on with that has a vertiginous learning curve, fearsome deadlines and a broad menagerie of overworked colleagues who have too many other things on their plate. I’m loving it. Every morning I get to work and look at the mountain of stuff that needs doing and I can’t wait to get stuck into it. It has been a while since that’s happened. I suppose it’s possible (inevitable?) that sooner or later the goalposts will shift and some new direction from upper management will force me off into some other project – although I kind of hope not, since my work is one of those critical business processes that functional organisations do well and that everyone points at and laughs when an enterprise goes belly- and/or tits-up – but while it’s still flavour of the month I intend to make as much of it as possible. Possibly up to and including a trip to Sydney for a seminar!

Gaming – After the Wombat was born I took a break from gaming to do my share of baby-wrangling and to keep the house from falling apart or smelling too bad. But since she has started sleeping a little more reliably in recent weeks, I’ve started easing back into previous schedule. Seeing as there are four separate games involved (one weekly, the rest fortnightly) I am not sure whether I will be able to sustain all of them without either running myself ragged or (more likely) jeopardising harmonious relations with my long-suffering wife. I suspect that I’m at least one commitment overbooked, but I will see how it goes. I do know that as long as it lasts, I am enjoying getting together with friends and rolling dice and telling cool stories in bad accents.

Minecraft – It’s more or less my default state that my attention will have been seized by one or two computer games at any given time, and that I will spend as much time as I can spare shooting this or climbing that in some colour-saturated virtual environment. For the past few weeks I have been utterly arrested by Minecraft, a game which has astonishly clunky graphics, no plot or characters, repetitive plinky-plonky music, no instructions and no specific point. It’s one of the most fun things I’ve come across in years. It’s essentially a mining survival game. Your blocky little avatar appears in the middle of a large randomly generated environment and must immediately begin the work of securing (some of) the essentials of life, in particular shelter, before night falls and the monsters come out.

You achieve this in any number of ways, including chopping down trees, digging up dirt, sand or stone to build a shelter, or burrowing into the side of a mountain and fashioning a safety cave for yourself. The first time you play you will probably fail in some way and be quickly killed. But you soon realise (especially if you avail yourself of online help like the Minecraft wiki) that within these and a few other constraints, you are free to do absolutely anything in this game. You can hunt monsters (though the tools to do so are primitive), you can explore, or you can mine up various materials from which to craft great works of art and architecture.

I’m taking great pleasure in carving out a vast underground network of tunnels, dredging various materials back to the surface and shaping them into sprawling fortresses and civic infrastructure that nobody else will ever use. Even better, in the past week or so some friends have started a multiplayer server so that we can collaborate on mighty civil engineering masterpieces like the towering replica of Perdido Street Station currently underway.

It’s probably not immediately obvious what the appeal could be – graphically and audially the game looks like a refugee from the earliest days of the Commodore 64, it’s not actually finished yet and if you didn’t know any better it would doubtless look upon first inspection as though all it offers is the opportunity to punch blocks of colour schemes vaguely suggestive of trees, pigs or chickens, while not falling off a cliff or drowning in a lake. Here’s what the lightbulb moment was for me – when I realised that Minecraft is just a very, very big Lego set. If like me you have ever played with Legos and thought even for a second about what kinds of cool stuff you could make if only you had an unlimited supply of blocks, then Minecraft is a perfect answer.

Lost – At any given time, while I’m not chewing up all my leisure time with gaming of some sort or another, there will usually be at least one TV show that I am following with minute, slavish attention. Lost was the most recent example for me, and since it sadly finished last year nothing has stepped forward to fill that void. [1] I loved Lost – it had sharp writing, a fascinating story and compelling characters, but the really ingenious thing about it was its structure. How the story was told was its most impressive feature for me.

But as much as I admired it and would defend it against criticisms that the producers were making the whole thing up as they went along and that it descended into utter gibberish around Season Two, Three, Four, Five or absolutely definitely Six, it is fair to say that it was on occasions a bit confusing. Which is why I was so happy to come across the Lost Answers blog, in which a self-declared Scientist has taken it upon himself to answer his readers’ questions about any aspect of the show. [2]  It’s right up my alley, deeply nerdy analysis coupled with self-deprecating humour and not-unwarranted sarcasm.

What’s fascinating about his analysis, which is independent of the show’s producers and based entirely off his own observations of the show, is that his completely-plausible answers make it pretty obvious that, far from being a loose agglomeration of sweaty jungle shootouts and random mysticism, in fact Lost was an amazingly tight construction with few unintentional loose ends. Go and check out his explanation of why babies couldn’t be born on the Island, a fact that was introduced in the third season, was critically important to several characters (Juliet, Sun, Claire and Kate, mainly) and was seemingly forgotten in the final year. Warning: obviously, the whole Lost Answers site contains spoilers for the ending, so don’t go looking if you are still working your way through it.

If nothing else this (and my started-twice-and-never-quite-finished essay on the final episode) it has inspired me to start a Lost writing project. [3] I’ll talk about it soonish.

World Affairs – I wanted to say something about how the collapse of Middle Eastern dictatorships and the hilarious disintegration of the mind and career of one of the world’s most overpaid serial abusers of women are keeping me entertained these days, but this is running a little on the long side. Maybe later.

1  – Doctor Who doesn’t count, because it goes without saying that my devotion to Who sets it apart and above all other forms of televised entertainment. Also – woo! New DW coming in a month or so!

2 – Except Walt, the kid who seemed mysterious and important for the first couple of seasons, until a very rapid growth spurt completely out of sync with the show’s compressed time frame forced the producers to drop whatever plans they had for the character.

3 – No, it isn’t John Locke fan fic, you will be relieved to hear.

November 4, 2010

Before the dawn…of Zodbat!

Filed under: family,fitter/happier,wombat,wordsmithery — lexifab @ 10:39 pm

It just before bedtime and I think that I have everything packed. Slightly after the crack of dawn in the morning Fi and I will be dropped off at the hospital to take receipt of a brand new baby. She’ll be delivered by cesarean 9which was not optional, by the way) so I will be staying at the hospital full time for at least a few days while Fi recovers from the surgery. I expect that internet access will be patchy, so if you don’t hear from us straight away in the morning try not to get worried – we’re probably in that rarest of modern phenomena, the electronic blackout. We’ll get word out as soon as possible, I promise.

There was too much running around today to get any writing done, though I did manage to plot out the structure for the triffid story rewrite. Depending on how things go I will probably spend some of the time at the hospital doing a longhand rewrite. I don’t think I’ve done any longhand creative writing that was not game related for…quite a few years, actually. Wonder if I still know how to do running writing?

I did think about staying up late to get some words on the page tonight, but there’s probably a good argument to be made for me getting a relatively early night (i.e. before 11 pm). Several good arguments, if I’m honest – but the main one would be that I am not likely to get any more sleep again until about Xmas and if I don’t grab it now I might conceivably come to regret it.

I’m pretty excited that we’re getting a little girl to go along with our now large, rambunctious and (mostly) adorable boy, but I have to admit that the clinical nature of the scheduled birth time does make the sense of anticipation quite different and kind of surreal this time around. The nerves about whether the baby will come at some dramatic and inconvenient time is replaced by the unsettling feeling that the whole affair will be no more complex that a slightly protracted hair appointment. (Well, for me, anyway – obviously Fi will have a more distinct sense of the occasion.) Don’t get me wrong, I’m excited, but the nervous frisson of fear and anticipation I remember from the last birth has been rather eroded by the knowledge that the whole process will be knocked over in the half hour or so that would normally follow breakfast. Strange.

I won’t put any photos up, probably, but I will try to email a few out to friends an family. Please get in touch if you think that I might not have your current email address (if, that is, you want to be spammed by dozens of blurry, underexposed photos of an indistinct blob wrapped in muslin and her smiling, bewildered parents).

Lexifab will probably be going dark for a few days because I won’t be taking my laptop to the hospital and i don’t have one o’ them fancy-brain smart phones that all the well-to-do gentrified folk have nowatimes. I can still get SMS’s though, whenever I go outside the hospital, so send ’em if you feel like it.

Ciao. See you again when I’m a dad of two.

October 16, 2010

What I did on my ‘holidays’

Filed under: family,friends,news of the day — lexifab @ 9:26 pm

It has been a bit of a while, hasn’t it, Lexifab? I’ve neglected you outrageously. In my defense, I’ve been busy and you’re not really a very high priority, are you? So belt up, have another guzzle of scotch and wait patiently while I try and sort through everything that needs covering since the last entry.


So the main reason that I have not been all that diligent with the diarising is that we’ve done an unusual amount of travelling since the end of August. We’ve had two trips away to attend wedding during September, which is more air travel than I’ve had in the previous four years, I think (Fi’s been away a bit more than that for work, but I’ve been mostly stationary).

First up we had ten days in Cairns for my cousin Marney’s wedding to her beau Michael. The two of them have been together for even longer than Fi and I, and have three kids now, so it’s about time they got around to tying the knot. Of course what it really was for most of us was an excellent excuse for a big family reunion – the Marsh girls and the Versace boys basically grew up together, and it’s been much too long since we were all in the same place at the same time. As it was Ian and his family couldn’t make it, so it wasn’t quite a clean sweep, but it came pretty close. The details are starting to fade into a blur, but it was a glorious chaotic and loud mess of cousins, friends and a truly bewildering number of kids (I almost called them nephews and nieces but that’s not technically correct, which is why I’m not required by law to be able to recite their names and ages. Which is good, because I’m still not clear on which ones belong to which of the five Marsh sisters).

The wedding was an outdoor affair, held at – of all places – a bungee jumping centre (which was much more picturesque and charming than I could possibly make it sound). Marney was freaking out all week about the looming weather, with some justification – the Davis Cup tennis tournament was being held at the same time, and several days of that were washed out – but on the day of the wedding it was pretty much clear and beautiful. And then began the canapes, the flowing booze and the very very loud dance music. Ah yes, it was every bit what I’d hoped for from a Marsh wedding.

We also managed to cram in an overnight trip up to the tableland to visit Mum and Dad at the property. The Joey got to acquaint himself with all the farm animals – cows, chooks, guinea fowl at Mum and Dad’s, and down the road at my uncle and aunt’s place there were goats, horses, turkeys, dogs and more cattle than he could count. He was, I think, delighted, though for some reason he found the turkeys rather intimidating.

It was lovely to visit Mum and Dad’s place again – he haven’t been up there since our honeymoon tour of Queensland, which was eight years ago. I guess it will probably be the last time we lay eyes on the place – or rather, I hope so, since they’ve put it on the market and plan to move down to the NSW north coast-ish area to be closer to we kids and our families. Probably won’t happen in a hurry, since it requires a fairly specific kind of house-hunter, but hopefully they won’t still be up there for too much long.

The other wedding, a couple of weeks later in Brisbane, was my best mate Evan’s. This time we abandoned the Joey at home with his Auntie Quack, which should have meant that we actually had a bit of a relaxing trip away. That was a bit optimistic, as it turned out – I tend to forget how exhausting travel is, and with Fi at about the seven month mark in her pregnancy, it was pretty hard work for her. For my part, I was fretting with increasing fervour about my best man duties, which I shared with the inimitable Andrew. Specifically, I was a bit nervous about our speech at the reception, which was a bit of a comedy routine, because of course it would have been a ghastly misstep to actually attempt to compose and perform a musical tribute without Ev on board to carry us vocally and instrumentally. Luckily I took the unusual step of confronting my nerves about public performance by rehearsing rather than clapping my hands over my ears and succumbing to the siren lure of sweet denial. In the end we only blew about three lines, and none of the properly funny gags. The rap was a touch ragged, but I think that helped sell the joke anyway, so that’s okay.

The wedding was held in a sweet little chapel in Paddington. I would like to post up some photos, because Sara-Jane and her bridesmaids looked gorgeous, and Evan and we-two-his-groomsmen scrubbed up okay in James Bondesque threads. I say I’d like to share the photos, but unfortunately I can’t, because as it turns out the lens on our camera was on the way out, and nearly none of the shots Fi took are in focus. Mind you, there was nothing wrong with the sound pickup, so Ev’s performance of “All You Need is Love” (along with the whole congregation, of course) came out pretty clearly. If you squint at the visual, that is.

It was a lovely, relaxed and cheerful affair, as you’d expect. Ev and Sara-Jane are a wonderful, wonderful couple and I couldn’t be more happy that they’ve found each other. It’s terrific to have such fantastic friends, and it was a privilege to share the occasion with them. Even if I did squander the honour by accusing Ev of being a sherbie-pop junkie in my speech.

There was also stuff happening on the home front, but you know what, I might try to get that into another blog tomorrow. I need to start catching up on my sleep. Only 20 days to go until the baby arrives – which isn’t a lot of time to come up with a suitable internet pseudonym. Hmmm.

August 6, 2010

Our Man in Tokyo is not actually in Tokyo

Filed under: family,friends,now playing: anything,wordsmithery — lexifab @ 12:05 am

Our friend Rob, who normally resides in Tokyo, arrived in town yesterday. Apart from occasional grainy , badly-lit webcam conversations over Skype, I haven’t actually seen Rob since my wedding, which was nearly eight years ago. He’s making a rare visit to Australia to catch up with the relatives and as an added bonus has now taken up residence on the couch for a few days. It’s been over a decade since we all cohabited at the house on the hill in Townsville, but it’s remarkable how easy it is to just carry on as if no time has passed at all. It’s good to recall that living back in the Ol’ Sweatbox did have its good points (though I maintain that the only thing I really miss about Townsville is the people I used to hang around with there. Well, that and all the swimming pools).

Hopefully over the weekend we will actually get Rob along to a session of roleplaying. The poor lad’s been somewhat starved of dice-rolling entertainment since he moved to a city where coordinating to meet three to four friends for several hours is a massive logistical challenge. One of my Burning Wheel playing compadres has received his advanced copy of the BW Adventure Burner, so if all goes to plan we are going to test drive one of the introductory scenarios  (no experience necessary!)  in the back of that on Saturday night. Should be some good times. Hopefully he will enjoy it as much as we do. BW really is the game I wish that we had back in the 90’s when we were trying to bend games like Shadowrun and Earthdawn and Torg into character-driven narrative adventures, and for the most part falling short (even though it was still obviously a lot of fun).

A mysterious package addressed to me showed up during the week. It turned out to be what looks like the first issue of a four-part subscription to Aurealis, the now-venerable magazine of Australian Fantasy and Science Fiction. I have absolutely no idea what mysterious benefactor got it for me. At first I theorised that it was some sort of resumption of the old subscription that I used to have, but since it’s been about fifteen years and since I’ve moved probably six times in the meantime, that theory stretched credibility somewhat. In the absence of a better hypothesis, I have to assume that somebody gave it to me as a birthday present. I might also cautiously venture the conjecture that perhaps whoever it was has actually provided some sort of hint as to their identity and intentions, but if so I appear to have been completely oblivious at the time. So I will take this opportunity to thank you, mysterious benefactor and purveyor of quality short stories about weird outback happenings and doomed astronauts, and say that so far I am quite enjoying it. Cheers!

The writing is continuing. Today Lexifab is brought to you courtesy of a long, busy day, an evening of beery chatting with Rob, making an ill-advised expedition to the kitchen to try my luck at glucose-based honeycomb (recipe provided by the good people at MasterChef, the failures all my own) and the sudden realisation with less than an hour to go before the end of the day that if I don’t write my 750 Words then I will ruin my run. I think this is the 28th or so consecutive day of writing at least 750 words, and if I can keep it going to 100 days i will earn another achievement badge.

More practically, I am using many of those days to throw together a scrappy-but-written-at-least short story set in the Sawl (aka New Salisbury). I will probably publish it here, but I think that I will finish it first and then actually run an editing pen over it. If it keeps going as it has it should turn out well, though I have not yet necessarily overcome the peculiarities of the constraints I’ve set for myself – each day’s (750+ words’ worth of) writing must deliver a complete scene, and the next day’s writing must move onto a new scene. Some scenes have not exactly had their chance to breathe properly, and a couple of others are excessive, but hopefully an editing pass will fix that. At least, if editing achieves what I imagine that it’s supposed to. Editing is not what I would call a personal strength, so it will be interesting to see whether I have the fortitude to get stuck in with the red pen and do the (very necessary) rewrites.

I just realised that I allowed my brother Gazza’s birthday to pass unremarked in the corner of the internet. What a terrible oversight. Ian, if you’re reading this, hope that your birthday continued well after we spoke, and don’t worry about me reminding everyone that you turn forty next year. I know when to keep my mouth shut.

July 25, 2010

The flat-packed nightmare

Filed under: family,news of the day — lexifab @ 12:41 am

So back at the start of the year we ordered this sweet captain’s bed for the Joey’s room. Underneath the high-set single bed, it has a trundle bed on wheels and three drawers slung beneath that. Pretty damn cool, right? You can store stuff and have someone sleep over. Just what every growing boy needs (for a good many years, at any rate).

The first problem was the delivery, which was delayed, and then didn’t arrive at the new time, and then couldn’t be located at the depot despite the insistence of their online tracking software that, yes, that was where it had been for over three weeks now. Eventually they located it and called me to arrange a time to be home to take delivery of it. Then they delivered it the day after that. And the delivery guy dropped one of the boxes before he’d even managed to get it off the truck.

The next problem came shortly after the bed arrived, when we carted the thirty or so separate components upstairs, via the narrow staircase with the bend halfway through that was obviously designed to ensure that no plank-shaped objects would ever invade and terrorise the upstairs rooms. Shortly thereafter we noticed that one of the main pieces (like the headboard, but down the other end of the bed) was split almost in half, and even gluing it would not fix it as the split had gone through several load-bearing pre-drilled holes. This discovery may not have been entirely unrelated to the “dropped in the back of the delivery truck” incident. So after the back and forth of several explanatory emails which included photogenic evidence (including one where I had to print out a copy of the assembly instruction, circle what I assumed was the broken part and scan that back in to resend, so that “the warehouse” could identify the correct part for replacement) the new backing board – or whatever – was duly delivered. Two days late.

By this time our enthusiasm and opportunity for assembling the bed had passed, so it went into plastic-wrapped storage in the shed. Until this weekend, that it, when we finally decided that we had the time to tackle the long-overdue fabrication of our little boy’s exciting new furnishings.

We started with an instruction-translation error that resulted in about three quarters of an hour of undoing and remedial fixes, as well as the first trip across town to the hardware store to get some replacement dowels. Then to work, putting the main bed together first. That went pretty smoothly after the initial snafu, and for a brief but tantalising moment we imagined that the rest of the job would be smooth sailing as well. Not long after that we realised that several more  important components were, in fact, not present. These included the (not vital) castor wheels that would be attached to the base of the trundle bed, the (fairly important) drawer runners for the third drawer (two sets were present, though it took us some time to work that out because there were no instructions for assembling the drawer runners and we had no idea how to do it), and the (very fucking critical) bolts and locking nuts that held the frame of the trundle bed together. The trundle-and-drawer structure was pretty much unable to exist without those bolts.

So off to the hardware store for the second time that day, wherein I wandered about trying to match the vague and laughably inaccurate list of components that came with the instructions to actual hardware items with real world names and measurements. Eventually, with much head scratching on the part of the one-armed hardware guy (I didn’t ask how it happened – I just assumed like probably everyone before me that power tools were involved – but he did literally scratch his head with his cybernetic pincer-hand), we puzzled out how my bolt-and-nut needs might be met and I was on my way home again.

It turns out that while I did have the right sorts of components, they were perhaps not an exact match for the ones that should have come with the bed, because I couldn’t quite get them to fit. That would not have mattered so much, but the pre-drilled holes scattered through the boards were either precisely calibrated to fit the specified components and nothing else, or they were just drilled too fucking shallow to fit the nuts in. Eventually after wrestling with trying to get these damn things to lock together for about an hour, I resorted to the drill fitted with a boring bit and tore the bed about four new ones.

We started putting this thing together at about ten this morning – I was still drilling the last of the base slats into place at ten to seven, while the Joey was finishing his bath, the last thing in his daily routine before bedtime.

All. Freaking. Day. A Saturday, let me remind you. And I actually started the day feeling pretty good after suffering through the full gamut of flu symptoms during the week – but after eight or so hours hunched, twisted and slouched over this recalcitrant timber-and-particle-board nightmare, my back and arms and neck are all killing me. I’m going to need painkillers just to get to sleep, unless I miss my guess.

On the other hand – it looks fantastic. So job well done, eh?

(Never again. Please, never again).

April 25, 2010

The satisfaction of an easier-than-expected job well done

Filed under: family,the renovated life — lexifab @ 11:35 pm

Finally got around to an oft-postponed job, namely replacing the rotten fibreglass roofing sheets on the shed, which have been leaking increasingly alarming amounts of rainwater onto the workbench in there for some months now. It seemed like a straightforward fix, so I’ve long held the deep suspicion that it would actually turn out to be a nightmare for some reason.

It turns out I was mistaken. It really was pretty straightforward. That might have had something to with Dad, Jimbo and Simon all being on hand to help, actually. It would have been a massive pain going up and down ladders for everything I forgot had there been nobody else around, and come to think of it I doubt I could have managed to wrestle the new sheets into place by myself.

(Fi was couchbound and baby-wrangling in all of this, before you ask. Otherwise she could probably just as easily have done it).

Anyway, the shed now has two  shiny new roof panels that let in a bit less light and a lot less rain than the old ones, so job done, and huzzah for that.

(Today I also baked muffins, shopped, washed, tended to the needs of my descendent despite his new insistence of “why?” when posed with any question or instruction, watched new Doctor Who and Lost (yay!) and continued to build a stupendously dysfunctional fortress full of dwarves. It’s a rich life. Now I’m just killing a bit of time until the live broadcast of the 20/20 cricket final, sometime after midnight. Tomorrow, it will I suspect be a slightly less rich life).

April 18, 2010

Dad wings in (global weather patterns permitting)

Filed under: family — lexifab @ 10:26 am

At the time of writing, the inexorable crawl of the Pyroclastic Deathclouds of Iceland has not as yet emptied the skies above Canberra. Assuming no sudden meteorologically-implausible indrift of Scandinavian volcano-puke, Dad will arrive in a couple of hours for a visit of a week and a bit. Sadly, tomorrow (and again assuming no atmospheric dust-based groundings, half the household will be getting on a plane to Melbourne for work. Fi’s off until Wednesday, and Jimbo’s gone for the whole week. Luckily, Dad’s here primarily to visit the Joey, whose own first plane trip won’t happen until my cousin Marney’s wedding in Cairns in September. I’m very much looking forward to seeing Dad again. We’ve had barely any time together for years, so a whole week will be a bit of a luxury. And his Grandad hasn’t seen the little rabbit since he was about four months old. That was two years ago now. Jebus, doesn’t time fly?

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