slightly weird
Sep. 6th, 2008 08:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keladry_lupinThe plumber and landlord came over to look at the hole that is still in my bathroom ceiling. They say they've fixed it and want to patch the hole next week. This would be wonderful if the upstairs neighbor wasn't on holiday for two weeks ... they want to patch the hole without making sure that the leak is fixed. Since they've said seven times that the leak is fixed, and it turns out not to have been fixed six times, I'm a bit skeptical about their statement this time, too. I shall try to convince them to hold off on the plastering and painting until upstairs neighbor has been back for at least a week and there have been no leaks. I vigorously scrubbed the wall and tile under the gaping hole this afternoon, so if there are any more leaks, I'll know immediately.
I almost busted out laughing, though, when the plumber walked into my flat. He said, "Hi, little lady." As if I was six or he was from Texas, neither of which is true. And those of you who have met me in RL know that I am anything but little. Just one of your everyday What the Fuck moments.
I asked them to fix the pilot light for the oven, and they did. Then they blew it out and couldn't get it re-lit. Now I can't, either. It was lit, and they couldn't leave well enough alone. Thanks, guys.
Mom came over this afternoon to work on her first essay for her freshman composition class. She's still without a computer, printer, and Internet access at her place, so I invited her over to use mine. (So long as she brought Krispy Kremes; I'm reading a novel where they're featured, and since I haven't had any doughnuts in over a year, I told her she must bring them. She did.) I don't think she's understood the assignment, and I suggested something that she could write instead, but she went with her original idea. So I beta read it for her, and she did a bit better than I had expected. It was funny, though, because she was sitting here at the computer, typing away, and I was behind her, reading on the sofa. She extended her arms out, then pulled them back in like a dancer, then stretched them back out. She wasn't really stretching, though; she had a very thoughtful look on her face. She went right back to typing a moment later, and I recognized that gesture because I do it, too. When I'm trying to conjure a word or phrase, I swirl my hands in the air and tilt my head and extend my arms, looking at the blank walls around me as if they'll provide me with the term I seek. That's exactly what she was doing, and it delighted me to no end.
Showed Mom Stephen Fry's episode of "Who Do You Think You Are" on YouTube. She also saw some Blackadder stuff; bloopers and a behind-the-scenes thing from Blackadder Goes Forth. That, coupled with the gently exhaled "Guh" she let out when she saw my desktop background, leads me to believe that I've finally done it: I've converted my mother. She's a Stephen fan! *happy dance*
Something very, very pretty arrived today. I'd forgotten it was coming; when I saw a package from Amazon UK, I thought the new QI DVD had arrived already. But this was even better: Mariana by Monica Dickens, a present from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lettybird. Thank you, my dear! I shall start it later this evening.
I almost busted out laughing, though, when the plumber walked into my flat. He said, "Hi, little lady." As if I was six or he was from Texas, neither of which is true. And those of you who have met me in RL know that I am anything but little. Just one of your everyday What the Fuck moments.
I asked them to fix the pilot light for the oven, and they did. Then they blew it out and couldn't get it re-lit. Now I can't, either. It was lit, and they couldn't leave well enough alone. Thanks, guys.
Mom came over this afternoon to work on her first essay for her freshman composition class. She's still without a computer, printer, and Internet access at her place, so I invited her over to use mine. (So long as she brought Krispy Kremes; I'm reading a novel where they're featured, and since I haven't had any doughnuts in over a year, I told her she must bring them. She did.) I don't think she's understood the assignment, and I suggested something that she could write instead, but she went with her original idea. So I beta read it for her, and she did a bit better than I had expected. It was funny, though, because she was sitting here at the computer, typing away, and I was behind her, reading on the sofa. She extended her arms out, then pulled them back in like a dancer, then stretched them back out. She wasn't really stretching, though; she had a very thoughtful look on her face. She went right back to typing a moment later, and I recognized that gesture because I do it, too. When I'm trying to conjure a word or phrase, I swirl my hands in the air and tilt my head and extend my arms, looking at the blank walls around me as if they'll provide me with the term I seek. That's exactly what she was doing, and it delighted me to no end.
Showed Mom Stephen Fry's episode of "Who Do You Think You Are" on YouTube. She also saw some Blackadder stuff; bloopers and a behind-the-scenes thing from Blackadder Goes Forth. That, coupled with the gently exhaled "Guh" she let out when she saw my desktop background, leads me to believe that I've finally done it: I've converted my mother. She's a Stephen fan! *happy dance*
Something very, very pretty arrived today. I'd forgotten it was coming; when I saw a package from Amazon UK, I thought the new QI DVD had arrived already. But this was even better: Mariana by Monica Dickens, a present from
lettybird. Thank you, my dear! I shall start it later this evening.