June 2008 Archives

I was looking forward to a quiet weekend, but I should have known that it was not to be..., firstly because we had a work outing to the footy, with good seats, meal and the Geelong/ North Melbourne match...

And then an outing with the Princess and Y, followed by Middle Eastern lunch in Sydney Road- delicious falafels for me, and meaty stuff for the others...yumminess...

Then an offer from my Dad, to buy me another cat, and discretion being the better part of valour, have kindly declined the offer, for now...The history to this offer is that he has bought himself another kitten, after the success of Eugene, earlier this year, and the breeder had two others, not yet sold, with equally lovely natures which led to the offer.

Sunday another outing to the footy, but my Saints are causing me some grief, but not to worry, a very nice outing with our lovely neighbours, followed by dinner, and a few drinks- a really nice way to end a Sunday on a long weekend...

Monday saw a sleep in, then a visitor from the country, amazed at the array of period style fittings that can be obtained if you know where to look...

Too soon, Tuesday has rolled around again, and back to work for another week, happily a short one!

Perhaps it is a consequence of a busy life, but it is amazing how a very small thing can disrupt one's daily routine...

A couple of days ago, having done a full day's work, I prepared to leave the office around 5.50pm, and discovered to my chagrin that I could not find my car keys. I scrabbled around in the pockets and in the bottom of my handbag for a few minutes, before plaintively asking the two colleagues who sit adjacent to me if they had seen any keys lying around.

The answer was no, and they both helped me to look again on the desk, shifted furniture, re-arranged papers and generally did what they could to help.

But no keys.

After a short period, another colleague said she was sure that she had seen my keys when we had been at a cafe for lunch earlier in the day..., and had wondered why I had my car keys out when we had walked to the cafe...

A phone call to the cafe proved fruitless, as they were already shut, so one of my colleagues who lives in the same direction dropped my at home. G was home, but being not unaccustomed to similar behaviour in the past, was quite laid back about it all. As he had a day off next day, he took me to work, via the cafe, and on enquiry I had the keys in my hot little hand, with no harm done.

In retrospect, previous such incidents have been few and far between, and provide an opportunity for a bit of a chuckle with my colleagues and yet another sign for me that the quest for perfection is far from achievable!

As a result, I have made a resolution to always put the keys in a safe place...but we shall see...

Last winter I gave up trying to knit, because Coco would only leave the flashing needles alone to play with the wool, which was just as bad. Who wants to knit with wet, cat saliva soaked wool? (let alone give away a garment without a thorough washing)

A couple of weekends ago, I got a box of knitting needles out, and left them open on one of the beds upstairs, and over the course of several days she scattered the needles over the bed and on the floor. The fascination of springy knitting needles, and the clicking noise as they move against each other provided plenty of enjoyment.

She has now learnt to sit on my knee while I am knitting, and to ignore the needles, but if I am silly enough to leave the knitting out, or even in an unzipped bag, I will come back later and find the knitting off the needle, and on the floor, needles scattered and stitches unravelled.

Perhaps it is Coco's way of saying "You can knit, but I know it's really a new way of amusing me!"