In which I did a lot without achieving much
The biggest tell that my work day tends to get driven by circumstances rather than according to a carfully organised scheduled plan was my notebook annotation for today:
I tried to achieve much – I started off with Good Intentions
I took this picture of this flower because its one of the very few examples of organic life amongst the steel – see :
but the level that the universe went to today to get me… was Impressive.
I went into the tiny township of TB G to buy cough syrup (Robitussin ME Forte – tastes like crap, doesn’t seem to be helping) and was asked if I could assist Kevin the Concreter with a small problem he had. His “good” shoes had died and he wanted a pair of leather sandals (as opposed to the common garden variety rubber flip-flops) to wear in the better club’s dining room. Armed with the nice feeling of being helpful, I found two kinds of leather sandal (one black, one brown Nubuck) the correct size in stock (9 1/2) and then left a message on his phone asking him for a preference – to the amusement of the women serving.
During the interval it took Kev the Concreter to call me back with his choice (the Brown Nubuck – definitely the better option) I did some shopping…the significance of this interval is not so much to report that I bought peppermints and new socks but…
In that 10 minutes… the store managed to *lose* the Right Brown Nubuck Size 9 1/2 sandal.
And yes – the ONLY one in captivity in possibly the Northern Territory, but in the very least – our corner of it.
There is a kind of mad disbelief – you know the damn thing can’t have upped and grown legs but…. not a skerrick to be seen!
Yah. Only I could go shopping and have disaster strike in such a ultra trendy fashion.
However I survived long enough to make it home… and I was settling down to play with some sock yarn when there was a knock on my door.
I could guess who the knocker was, the knock came from pretty low down….
Remember our friend, the Small Elderly Man?
In true Tom Kitten fashion – he had popped a button on his trousers and he surmised that I *might*, just *might* have a needle and thread that he could use for reattaching said button.
There – that’s Ian using Safety Orange coloured thread. About two seconds after I snapped the photo – I took pity on him and sewed the button on for him myself.
And that brings us to almost now… and it’s time for me to go to bed!
I am very touched to hear how much you liked my thoughts on how Women can help themselves in the real world! I will try and consolidate a part 2 shortly.
Oooh – before I forget, there’s been a few people ask me for the pattern for Alyssa’s shawl
Hugs to everyone!!!