My Everchanging Plot of Life

Accident prone

by Tentativeplotfinder @ 23/07/2008 – 21:35:01

So far this week, I have

done something to my ankle (it's improving nicely, thank you)
broken my rucksack zip (but I think it's salvageable until after the trip away)
tipped a whole cup of tepid coffee all over me, the part of the desk where the computer keyboard sits (it missed the keyboard by some miracle) and the surrounding carpet. This necessitated an extra load of laundry. Causing the rest of my household a little distress as she believes there is a magic formula to how many loads it is reasonable for one person to do in a week, and apparently, I've exceeded my unknown limit.
torn a pocket in an official outfit, which will need repairing.

I have also discovered that when I get to my destination the main musical instrument I've got to play is also poorly sick. Do you think it knew I was on my way back to it?! I was planning on getting some extra practising in, but that idea's had to go by the wayside.

Truce called for now!

by Tentativeplotfinder @ 23/07/2008 – 09:18:06

Me and I have decided to call it a truce for the time being!!

Myself has listened to all their squabbling, fears and trembling, assured them they won't be ignored, that much as what they had to say was hard to hear, it needed to be said now, and accepted as possibilities. They both felt a lot better for having had their say.

Myself is now quite exhausted, but contented again. Me and I haven't had such a squabble for a long time, but Myself does know it's usually better to let it happen than to squash them completely.

Now - to the important matters of the day? Which has just partly been decided by the arrival of the butchers shop van! (I'd rather not glimpse the contents if I can avoid it.) I shall stay home for an hour or so, then go out.

I knew no good would come of it.

by Tentativeplotfinder @ 22/07/2008 – 21:57:31

I've hit this end of the day tired and tetchy and tearful. Mostly because I know all too well what happens if I wake up too early, then don't have a nap.

Partly, however, it's because I'm having a massive argument with Me, Myself, and I, and I'm really not quite sure who is winning!

Myself was very clear and content first thing this morning, Me threw several spanners in the works by being horribly logical somewhere after lunch, and I is just having a tantrum, wanting the clarity and contentment of the morning back.

Myself is becoming very much more convinced that there are two possible outcomes of the next fortnight, and that the preferred outcome is possibly not as off beam as Me and I are thinking.

Me is reminding Myself of numerous probable barriers and hurdles and problems.

I just wants it all sorted. Now.

Myself is thinking much is now possible.

Me is scared and just wants to maintain what is, just because.

I will feel a lot better after a good night's sleep and a long soak in the bath!!

Opens one eye and glares at the world..

by Tentativeplotfinder @ 22/07/2008 – 05:38:19

Who's bright idea was it that I be awake and ready to get on with life this early?

Moreover, who's bright idea was it that I've done a whole hour's work before sitting here to contemplate life in all it's glory.

There will consequences; I feel it in my bones! An afternoon nap is calling already.

Organised

by Tentativeplotfinder @ 21/07/2008 – 23:20:32

Apart from one small detail.. my every day backpack decided I'd overworked it, and the zip refused to work any more. In the middle of one of the Midlands most depressing railway stations.

Oh, and my left ankle is protesting at something or other. It's been protesting less since I firmly encased it in a new ankle support bandage, intriguing a toddler in the middle of the chemists as I sat down on the floor to attend to this!

But, these minor matters aside, it's been a most productive day, getting much sorted for the next week.

My Scotland Rugby Shirt is getting a ceremonial outing. Yippee!!

Mellow mood mangled

by Tentativeplotfinder @ 20/07/2008 – 21:53:31

I think I’m having one of those days where I’m best not speaking to or writing to anyone. I’ve spent the best part of today with accounts which is enough to addle my brain at the best of times.

Then, what I thought was a clear evening, happening at my time and pace, suddenly wasn’t. Several days worth of niggles got aired in one unfortunate swoop.

So, if I’ve snapped your head off (virtually) or my comments have been strange and peculiar, I do apologise.

It was remembering the stripy socks that did for some of it… (No, Subs, it’s not your fault at all, I’d already meandered down that route before you mentioned them earlier.)

Decorum restored

by Tentativeplotfinder @ 19/07/2008 – 21:49:15

Even feeling quite cheerful again now!! Have abandoned further music practice until tomorrow, but I do think I've improved a lot of the bits that needed to be better so I'm quite content.

Chores are all caught up with. The piles of paperwork are all neatly ordered for the annual onslaught pre-auditor. That's Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday's jobs. I also have a relatively clear and even clean desk.

I'm away for most of the next fortnight, doing stuff I really like doing with people I enjoy working with, so I'm looking forwards to that now.

How come...

by Tentativeplotfinder @ 19/07/2008 – 11:04:24

this wretched song is making me cry?

It's "Close Every Door to me" from Joseph. I'm not even singing it, (just as well, we'd never get to the end of the song) only accompanying it! I've stopped singing along, as it's getting me to every time. In fact, I think when we practised it together the other night, I believe there wasn't a dry eye in the house. I moved swiftly on to the next song for practising, so I didn't look too closely.

I can play and sing for emotional funerals and not bat an eyelid. I can preach on emotional occasions and live to tell the tale. I can be in a roomful of emotional people, and the only one not crying. I'm usually the one dispensing hugs, hankies and providing the shoulder and sympathy! (Or the distraction tactics to prevent someone descending into tears when they need to keep on a even keel for just half an hour longer...) Yet I weep buckets at some songs, some films and some books...

All mopped up now.. back to work.

Beams

by Tentativeplotfinder @ 17/07/2008 – 19:08:28

And thanks to the delightful Rampage and the wonderful Felix blog normality is restored.

If you missed the excitment, it's probably because it was the fastest spotted and solved problem in the history of BCUK.

I owe them both a hug and a beer.

Where did it go to!!

by Tentativeplotfinder @ 17/07/2008 – 16:00:59

My left hand column.... woe, woe, woe and woe.

I'm having enough trouble with people stomping off into the wide blue yonder without losing a whole column full of friends and interesting information.