I'll be working a rostered shift 'til the end of of January. I work 2 12-hour days from 8am to 8pm then 2 12-hour nights from 8pm to 8am. Then I get 4 days off.
Plus I receive a shift allowance per hour worked. It's a pretty sweet gig, I actually get to see more of Sara and Elinor and I only have to wake up early twice in an 8 day cycle.
And it means I'm home sometimes in the middle of the week, which is fantastic for doing stuff around town; Invercargill has an old fashioned approach to opening hours on the weekend.
Elinor has been walking recently. No, not normal walking. She's a knee-wok.
Hope everyone is having a nice season whatever it is and wherever you are.
Even though it's still chilly at times, windy (really windy) and sometimes rainy (very rainy), spring is definitely here and our garden is looking the part.
I missed out on taking pictures while the apples/plums/rhododendron/azaleas/magnolia while they were all blooming but there is still a display on and our veggie patch looks like a proper spring patch.
First, I'd like to rant about my laptop. It's cool, fast and up to spec, but the touch pad is so sensitive that I inadvertently touch it and move the cursor away from the txt box or somewhere else in the txt box and start typing into the middle of something else. I have a touchpad disable button but it also disables the keyboard. It's obnoxious, and keeping me from reaching spiritual nirvana at the least.
Elinor's great, she's got her top teeth well and truly popped out. She looks like a hungry hungry hippo. Which is hilarious.
She also likes games; peak a boo, hide and seek, treasure hunt, fill-a-box-then-dump-a-box. She's got a few words she uses for some things. Ba for "bath", ba for "abba", ba for "turn on my they might be giants podcasts for kids" and ma which i think is a corruption of ba. She's walking, with assistance from the couches, but no assistance from us. If we try and hold her standing up she arches her back and cries. Weirdo.
We've been investing our spare time into our garden.
We've made up 8 different planting beds for vege, removed a tree and large overgrown ivy, got some great compost bins, still more seedlings coming, I think we've planted lettuce in every spare square of dirt plus the hydroponics setup and today I'm clearing out the chicken run. Still need to tidy up a lot of stuff, the bath house looks incredible sad, I'd like to modify the outdoor bath so it ran on gas instead of a wood fire. But I can't take on too many new projects. The bathroom renos are only 95% done, I haven't even started on the kitchen reno/demo.
The weather is kinda improving, I guess. If we looked at the weather in terms of a critical care patient in hospital, good weather being fit and healthy and poor weather being an excellent host for a variety of maggot species, I would say the recovery period looked promising but we have to consider the possibility of him becoming a vegetable until November or middle of next week.
I have been learning more about car maintenance. I don't think that people like me stop learning about car maintenance. No matter how much I learn about industrial motors, engines, cooling systems etcetera, I always look at my car engine as this bizarre collection of metal and rubber that somehow goes vroom vroom and quite happily lays a patch on the tar until I'm in the middle of nowhere rapidly travelling towards somewhere and the thermostat shoots up while the radiator reservoir starts spitting in my face.
The cow doll huggy-thing is a hit, I was trying to show Elinor how cow mind control works. She was unimpressed.
I'd like to say a big KUDOS and congratulations to my big sister Libby. She's defending her masters thesis in November and has accomplished her higher education while living with her two young children and her older, less mature husband, renovating their house and property and knitting a silver lining into not a few woolen clouds. And all this while holding down a full time job as 'Protector of the Plains,' and single-handedly making Wichita water a cleaner clearer place to pee. Or be, if you're a fish. If you are a fish, you're probably some kind of missing link mutation. You should know, science has been looking for you and creationists want you dead.
I'm proud of my sister and not a little impressed.
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