I'm not useless.
Dec. 6th, 2007 11:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
reynardoFar from it. So when I went to get the bits and pieces for my replacement undercover clothes-line (because the old one broke last night) and the guy at the hardware store (who is probably close to my father's age) made some comment about me being "a clever girlie", forgive me for the fast rejoinder that a) all the women in my family are the practical types, and b) tech support takes some know-how, dammit.
Ahem. Enough bitching. Am tired, because putting up that line in the humidity outside was hard work, and because I finally cleared all the washing up, and got all the presents to date wrapped up, and then mowed half the backyard. Why half? a) I ran out of energy b) the lawnmower was only doing about 5 metres at a time before the catcher needed emptying (the grass being somewhat long) and c) we thought it was green bin night tonight and it was already half full, so I only wanted to mow enough to fill it. Ok, it's still got some room, but enough.
And my housemate must have looked a bit odd tonight riding his motorbike home with a great big pile of stalks sticking out of his bagster, but the lillies he bought me to say "thank you" for helping with the move are highly appreciated and sitting in my good vase looking stunning.
Oh - and sitting out on the grass verge in front of my place is:
Ahem. Enough bitching. Am tired, because putting up that line in the humidity outside was hard work, and because I finally cleared all the washing up, and got all the presents to date wrapped up, and then mowed half the backyard. Why half? a) I ran out of energy b) the lawnmower was only doing about 5 metres at a time before the catcher needed emptying (the grass being somewhat long) and c) we thought it was green bin night tonight and it was already half full, so I only wanted to mow enough to fill it. Ok, it's still got some room, but enough.
And my housemate must have looked a bit odd tonight riding his motorbike home with a great big pile of stalks sticking out of his bagster, but the lillies he bought me to say "thank you" for helping with the move are highly appreciated and sitting in my good vase looking stunning.
Oh - and sitting out on the grass verge in front of my place is:
One dead fridgewaiting for the council pickup in the morning. I wonder what will actually be left there when they turn up?
One dying washing machine
One dead monitor
one dead computer chair
two dead heavy slatted garden chairs
Bits of a computer desk
A pile of old jars whose rubber seals have perished
And some other junk
