Saturday night

Because I was out last night, it’s the mister’s turn to go to the party (one day we’ll go out together again, won’t we?) so I am at home sorting my photographs. My digital photographs. My camera(s) download the photos in singularly-dated folders which is really a very awkward way to have photographs organised.

I have created a small number of large-ish folders and transferred the photos appropriately.

This is a most satisfying exercise. I highly recommend it. Now, I am backing the up onto CD-Rs. Whatever they might be. Round shiny things. That’s all I need to know, isn’t it?

All in all, it’s been a rather emotional day, and I’m quite enjoying the satisfaction of all this sifting and sorting.

One thing I’m wondering though: are we supposed to be printing out all these photographs, or will it be enough to have them on these-here CD-Rs?

PS In today’s The Advertiser there was a list of this state’s 150 most important people – I think because The Advertiser is 150 years old or some such. I’m not that great at counting (Amazing Race in-joke there, hilarious, no?), but on my calculations, there are 20 women and 2 Aboriginal people in that list. I know, what else should I expect? But really.

I can’t do the washing, because the dog is in the laundry with a bone

So, I was reading genevieve, who has been reading locus who was (or perhaps were), from what I gather, reading angela, who, has, in turn, been reading krissy who made me think that I think too much and write too little (and not to say that she thinks too little, just to say that her writing discipline inspired me to do more with my thoughts than just think them).

So, I started writing again. Just a little something while the boys watched ABC Kids.

Other delights of the day

Probably at around the time, Ampersand Duck was enjoying sushi, I had a plastic bag around my hand, retreiving the sock which had fallen into the toilet bowl. I had to do this after the poo had been done, but before the paper had been used. Other things about this incident you might be interested to know: I was not in my own house.

Solidarity forever

So, the teachers went on strike, we met some friends in the park, there was an uneven number of children wanting to play soccer, I didn’t like the look of the ensuing conversation about who would have to sit out, so I said ‘how about if I play’.

‘Yay! Yay! ThirdCat’s gonna play.’ The two big girls jumped around.

My boys looked at each other. I’m almost certain they raised their eyebrows. ‘She can be in your team,’ they said.

‘You go in goals,’ the big girls said, ‘cos we’re really good at attack.’

After my eldest boy had scored three goals against us and I had scored one own-goal, the tallest of the tall girls said ‘maybe I’ll go in goals’.

Halfway down the field, my left foot tripped my right foot over. I am a grown up, so must laugh such things off, but fuck, it hurt (and would for days to come).

I scored a goal!

And then, I had to go in time out, because there was a boy, crying on his mother’s lap, his face etched with the etchings of a ball kicked by an inaccurate foot, and his words ‘I don’t want ThirdCat to play any more’ and my boys ‘she’s hopeless, our mum’.

The moral of the story is: pay teachers more.

a meme from meli

The lovely meli tagged me for this meme. She has tagged me before, and I’ve never done the memes. Mostly just because I’ve never got around to them, not because I don’t think she’s lovely. You’ve nearly all done it by now, but here’s my answers:

What was I doing 10 years ago?

2007. Just returned to Adelaide. I was: still thinking that I would always be able to speak Spanish; believing that having had my first story published in a Penguin anthology, my second story would be snapped up no problemos; planning to have a child, deciding not to have a child, planning to have a child etc etc; being gobsmacked by mister’s extravagance when he bought a bottle of Grange; going to a lot of films; thinking to self ‘if I don’t get my first novel published by the time I’m 30 it means I’m a miserable failure; wishing that Melrose Place had never had to end; writing a really appalling novel (honestly, it had a scene where these two young people sat on a cliff looking out to sea and wondering – out loud of course – how people could be so unkind).

Five snacks I enjoy in a perfect, non weight-gaining world:

I go to the gym and now live in a perfect, non-weight gaining world

Five snacks I enjoy in the real world :

Cheese of all descriptions (even that stuff that comes in the blue box and is wrapper in alfoil – do they still make that); cashew nuts and almonds; anything the mister brings me with my cup of tea while I am watching Tony Jones.

Five things I would do if I were a billionaire:

Get extra solar panel for Kangaroo Island residence, allowing use of three lights and fridge all at the same time; have servant to draw curtains and bath at my request; good works; get in my jet plane to meet James Spader for lunch; set up own publishing company with editor who would never reject my work.

Five jobs that I have had:

Project officer, youth services librarian, manager of Community Aid Abroad shop, executive officer, temporary electorate officer to local member of parliament while permanent electorate officer took annual leave.

Three of my habits:

Blogging, checking bloglines, refreshing bloglines

Five places I have lived:

Clare, Port Pirie, Auckland, Parkside, Blackwood

Five people I want to get to know better: (A nice way of saying TAG!)

yes, well, like I say, I think everyone has done it by now. But fifi hasn’t. You all read fifi’s blog, don’t you? You should be if you’re not. Jennifer. Her blog is excellent too. Unique, thought-provoking stuff. Also, she’s an actuary. I don’t know any other actuaries. Deborah is from New Zealand and lives in Adelaide. I used to be from Adelaide and live in New Zealand. She writes very interesting things and I keep meaning to ask her if she’d like to have a coffee at the Art Gallery sometime. Mikhela‘s just had twins, so she hasn’t got anything much to do. I’m sure she’ll have time for a meme. And finally, tut-tut. She’s trying to find a good home for a lovely dog. But we live too far away.

Youse don’t have to do it if you don’t want to.

Also, no idea why the formatting and fonts are all over the shop like that, and I don’t really have the inclination to find out.