girlie jones (girliejones) wrote,
girlie jones

Nothing postworthy

I'm quite disappointed with Seven's Olympics coverage. So much so, in fact, that last night after I watched Liesl Jones' race and post race stuff for the third time in three hours, I actually changed channels and watched something else. I watched some crappy comedy on Channel 9. I'm really pissed off that Seven is ruining my Olympic experience - there is no fun in watching *any* Olympic sport where you only get to glimpse 5 minutes of it - who cares who wins the weightlifing if you didn't get to watch everyone else compete and see the tactics of who is lifting what weight and why? Who cares about the middle of a soccer match? Or three points in the tennis? I mean, I could go on the internet if I wanted fricking highlights.


My patchworking has come to crunch time cause I am going to run out of piecing papers. The lady I bought the kit off actually called me last night cause she hadn't put through the transaction properly on the day and she told me that buying an extra 500 pieces would cost me $40 and whilst catsparx and I agreed that life was too short to sit and cut out paper hexagons, maybe it's not too short to do them by hand and save the money. I think that's a rip off actually. So I shall have to figure out the quickest way to do it by hand later tonight.


I cooked the broccoli stirfry for dinner last night and it was not really a winner. But the good thing about it was remembering how easy it actually is to make sauces from scratch. I'd forgotten that! And so that's just a matter of having the right ingredients on hand and trial and error to find some that I like. And then I would be able to exclude yet more preservatives and additives from my diet. (Have the rest of the stirfry for lunch today which is less exciting)


I love my post office! Yesterday I had the funniest experience there. I go in pretty much everyday on my way home from work to check my box and pick up review books. It's kind of weird to have other people know your own mail as intimately as you do. Once I was looking at some package and I didn't recognise the sender and I wondered aloud: I wonder what this is? And the post master looks at me and says: it's a book ... which of course it pretty much always is! Last week I went in on Tuesday and he took one look at me and asked: Are you sick? You look awful.
Me: No. My boy broke up with me.
Him: What? Again!
Me: Yeah. I must be horrible
Him: You look alright to me!

Anyway. Yesterday I had no mail but I wandered in to get stationary to maybe rectify the filing cabinet fiasco and also other bits and pieces I need to sort out the study. And I'm just wandering around in the stands looking a bit dazed. And he calls out to me: Are you alright?! What are looking for? And I'm like: I don't know! And his wife says: it's alright. I'll take care of you. And so there I am with this tour guide of the stationary whilst we work out what I need. I'd grabbed manila folders and paper for the hexagons and a knife for cutting and whatever. And I explain my fiasco and whatever. And they have customers queuing all over the place but she doesn't care and when she's finished she pops round and serves me first to pay. And as she's processing my purchases she says: these folders are foolscap. And I'm like OMG! What is *wrong* with me! And she says: told you'd I'd look after you!

And that's why I like going to my post office every day - it's always filled with goodness even if there are no free books.
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