Which is the amazing amount of sound I can hear after having my ears syringed today. Over the last couple of weeks my left ear had been getting a bit blocked up, and then over the last few days it got really bad. I imagined that I might have something cool and exotic like glue ear or perhaps the Black death, but when I went to the Dr he reported that my ears were well waxy, and proceeded to chisel them free using a diamond tipped drill and a small quantity of TNT. Now I can hear bats using sonar in the botanic gardens. The only disappointment is that lately I had been thinking I was moving really quietly like some sort of ninja, or perhaps even a Gideon. Alas, it was not so.
Wednesday, May 28, 2008
Monday, May 26, 2008
Sunday, May 25, 2008
The Gods of Scrounging smile upon me once more...
A couple of nights ago I spied a filing cabinet outside the Drs across from the local ubermart... had a look & it looked nice, 4 drawers, 2 high. I went back later with my trolley and it was still there, so I whisked it home. Today I put it all together, and with Reb's help I maneouvred it into the dungeon where it fits nicely between the old file cabinet and the Ikea shelf. W00t!!! Now I have no excuse not to be tidy!
Then I was cruising around the hard rubbish tonight, checking out some interesting furniture (but not really something I wanted) when I came across a PC in a funky looking case. It had a graphics card with TV out on it (have been thinking about a Myth TV box) and so I took it home. Turns out it is an AMD64 processor, with 512 MB of DDR400 RAM. Has hard drive & all the works... rather odd, wonder if it's blown up. I will let it dry out and then have a look at it when I have a moment.
Then I was cruising around the hard rubbish tonight, checking out some interesting furniture (but not really something I wanted) when I came across a PC in a funky looking case. It had a graphics card with TV out on it (have been thinking about a Myth TV box) and so I took it home. Turns out it is an AMD64 processor, with 512 MB of DDR400 RAM. Has hard drive & all the works... rather odd, wonder if it's blown up. I will let it dry out and then have a look at it when I have a moment.
Friday, May 23, 2008
Why black house spiders rock
Today I was doing some laundry and I came across a big cockroach on the floor. I caught it and lobbed it into Blackie's web. Usually the cockroaches wriggle out, and I think the spiders are a bit hesitant to have a go at something that big. Today, however, Blackie was very keen, perhaps due to the onset of Autumn.
Tired girl
Reb's folks have departed for the west. Freya had a lovely time chatting with Grams, Gramps & Uncle William. Yesterday she was home sick from creche, she was boiling hot in the morning and shivering, poor chick. Reb stayed home & looked after her. This morning she was much better, and we dropped her off at creche and went to work.
This afternoon I got to creche, when one of the carers told me a funny story about how Freya was talking about her "sister Leah", who is five, has arms and legs, lives at home, and is a mouse. Apart from the last detail, it sounded very plausible! She had also drawn a picture, and when asked what one of the items was, she said "those are the consequences" - we're not even sure where she got that word! Normally Freya's a bit reluctant to leave creche if it's close to supper* time, but today I was nice and early. I got her out the front door, and then she dissolved in tears. I offered her a cuddle but she was cranky and continued to cry. We got in the car, and on the way home I said "Freya, if you're going to keep crying you will have to go into your room to calm down." We got out of the car, Freya still howling like a siren, and I asked her what she wanted to do. "Go to my room and cry!" was the answer, which she did. A few minutes later I came back to check on her and she was asleep on her bed! Poor tired girl.
Reb & I are both fairly exhausted too, after a big weekend last weekend, we didn't really have much of a rest. Lots of marking to do this weekend... bah.
* - supper = bread & butter
This afternoon I got to creche, when one of the carers told me a funny story about how Freya was talking about her "sister Leah", who is five, has arms and legs, lives at home, and is a mouse. Apart from the last detail, it sounded very plausible! She had also drawn a picture, and when asked what one of the items was, she said "those are the consequences" - we're not even sure where she got that word! Normally Freya's a bit reluctant to leave creche if it's close to supper* time, but today I was nice and early. I got her out the front door, and then she dissolved in tears. I offered her a cuddle but she was cranky and continued to cry. We got in the car, and on the way home I said "Freya, if you're going to keep crying you will have to go into your room to calm down." We got out of the car, Freya still howling like a siren, and I asked her what she wanted to do. "Go to my room and cry!" was the answer, which she did. A few minutes later I came back to check on her and she was asleep on her bed! Poor tired girl.
Reb & I are both fairly exhausted too, after a big weekend last weekend, we didn't really have much of a rest. Lots of marking to do this weekend... bah.
* - supper = bread & butter
Thursday, May 8, 2008
And you call yourself a Doctor?
Freya was a bit unwell today so I took the day off to keep her at home. We went to the Drs in the morning for the usual poking & prodding which she is well used to. She had one of her drawings with her, and the doctor looked at it. "Is that a flower?" he asked. Freya was a bit shy, so she did not give the appropriate reply...
"FLOWER? IT'S A BUNNY! DON'T YOU HAVE TO BE SMART TO GO TO MEDICAL SCHOOL? YOU'RE ABOUT TO ASSESS MY HEALTH & YOU CAN'T TELL A FLOWER FROM A BUNNY! YOU'LL BE HEARING FROM MY LAWYER, QUACK!"
Maybe next time.
"FLOWER? IT'S A BUNNY! DON'T YOU HAVE TO BE SMART TO GO TO MEDICAL SCHOOL? YOU'RE ABOUT TO ASSESS MY HEALTH & YOU CAN'T TELL A FLOWER FROM A BUNNY! YOU'LL BE HEARING FROM MY LAWYER, QUACK!"
Maybe next time.
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