Love affairs of the distant kind.
Oct. 15th, 2003 10:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
deathpixieSo there was a message on my answering service when I got home this afternoon.
Yes, this is a memorable thing. Most of my social arrangements are conducted via email, LJ, or they're spur of the moment, Steve asking me as three o'clock approaches if I want to go down the pub for a couple after work. So the phone doesn't get used that much, beyond my internet connection. And when it does ring, most times I'm around to get it. Unless it's the weekend or I have visitors. ;)
No, it wasn't Michael-from-Friday-night. It was a [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], calling from Canada to ramble about leaking ceilings and pumpkin pies (that's as far you you got, dude), and things she can't tell me for a couple of weeks and sugar soap. All of which made me smile, and laugh at the same places she laughed. A couple of spots I found myself trying to answer her, which didn't work so well. ;P
The message has been saved, along with a couple of Dex's - there's something comforting about having some of my favourite people rambling at me, even if it's via an old message, especially when they're far away.
Hey, that could be a fun sorta meme - those who a) have my number, and b) want to spend five minutes (max) leaving a long distance message on my answering service, do so. To be saved against future drought periods, and that way I wouldn't have to guilt people to contact me, I could just replay my messages. ;) See how wacky and amusing you can get - if you call between 9 and 5 Monday to Friday, Australian time, you're pretty much guaranteed to get the machine and not me.
It's a good way to get around that time zone issue too. ;)
***
I rode home on the wings of a storm today. We'd already had one storm front move through - thunder and lightning and a sudden deluge of rain - and I'd left work early to try and avoid the second. I was partly successful; I escaped the thunder and lightning and pitch blackness of sky, but I did get a bit on the soggy side. Especially when the road flooded on Royal Parade - even moving around to the shallowest part (and into the traffic to do so), I still got wet feet. Just as well I hadn't stripped the mudguards off the bike yet. I'm signed up to ride the Port To Port in early November, and Cecil is going to have to undergo a weight loss program, involving removal of extraneous bits - mudguards, rack, light bracket (which I've been meaning to take off anyway, since BRM still has my faulty battery and the chances of him ever fixing it and returning it a pretty slim.
The upshot of all this is my bathroom is full of wet cycling gear, and Cecil is going to need more oil on the chain tomorrow.
***
Bed for me now, I think. I'm rather sleepy. Night all.
Yes, this is a memorable thing. Most of my social arrangements are conducted via email, LJ, or they're spur of the moment, Steve asking me as three o'clock approaches if I want to go down the pub for a couple after work. So the phone doesn't get used that much, beyond my internet connection. And when it does ring, most times I'm around to get it. Unless it's the weekend or I have visitors. ;)
No, it wasn't Michael-from-Friday-night. It was a [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com], calling from Canada to ramble about leaking ceilings and pumpkin pies (that's as far you you got, dude), and things she can't tell me for a couple of weeks and sugar soap. All of which made me smile, and laugh at the same places she laughed. A couple of spots I found myself trying to answer her, which didn't work so well. ;P
The message has been saved, along with a couple of Dex's - there's something comforting about having some of my favourite people rambling at me, even if it's via an old message, especially when they're far away.
Hey, that could be a fun sorta meme - those who a) have my number, and b) want to spend five minutes (max) leaving a long distance message on my answering service, do so. To be saved against future drought periods, and that way I wouldn't have to guilt people to contact me, I could just replay my messages. ;) See how wacky and amusing you can get - if you call between 9 and 5 Monday to Friday, Australian time, you're pretty much guaranteed to get the machine and not me.
It's a good way to get around that time zone issue too. ;)
***
I rode home on the wings of a storm today. We'd already had one storm front move through - thunder and lightning and a sudden deluge of rain - and I'd left work early to try and avoid the second. I was partly successful; I escaped the thunder and lightning and pitch blackness of sky, but I did get a bit on the soggy side. Especially when the road flooded on Royal Parade - even moving around to the shallowest part (and into the traffic to do so), I still got wet feet. Just as well I hadn't stripped the mudguards off the bike yet. I'm signed up to ride the Port To Port in early November, and Cecil is going to have to undergo a weight loss program, involving removal of extraneous bits - mudguards, rack, light bracket (which I've been meaning to take off anyway, since BRM still has my faulty battery and the chances of him ever fixing it and returning it a pretty slim.
The upshot of all this is my bathroom is full of wet cycling gear, and Cecil is going to need more oil on the chain tomorrow.
***
Bed for me now, I think. I'm rather sleepy. Night all.
