Synchronicity?
Jun. 25th, 2005 12:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hellisonToday, the Great Shelving Project finally starts!
Was awoke this morning by tender shouts of 'What the FUCK? You're playing ROBINSON? SERIOUSLY FUCK OFF' which heralded Paul arriving to watch the rugby (he doesn't have sky). Obviously I was quite right to discount his promises of being quiet.
The swearing and yelling continued at regular intervals, like a seriously pissed-off and abusive snooze alarm, til half time when things when ominously silent, followed soon after by the slam of the front door and screeching of tires.
Apparently it was so bad he couldn't bear to watch and had to get away.
However since I was awake I got productive, sorted out flights for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
reuss's wedding, did some washing, cleared and removed bookshelf in attic and have begun decommissioning of the crappy wardrobes that I never used, so there can be a glorious world of wall to wall, floor to ceiling SHELVES up there. Oh Joy!
Playing with the Big Power Drill is also fun, cos at home (where it came from) the boys generally got the power tools and I got painting and sanding and varnishing. Tho not so much from sexism as an indication of my general clumsiness and tendancy to slice parts of myself off with sharp things.
The shelves thing is something I had originally planned to do with my Dad, and it just hit me as I was wielding his Big Power Drill that it would have been his birthday today, which seems oddly apt. In fact I think this is the Big Drill we all clubbed together to buy him many years ago as a b'day present.
I'm sure where ever he is, he will be watching on with a mix of frustration and glee, yelling instructions, groaning in mock horror at our ineptness, cursing us up and down for Not Listening and laughing when it all goes wrong (as it inevitably will without his Supervision).
Happy Birthday Dad, wish you were here.
Was awoke this morning by tender shouts of 'What the FUCK? You're playing ROBINSON? SERIOUSLY FUCK OFF' which heralded Paul arriving to watch the rugby (he doesn't have sky). Obviously I was quite right to discount his promises of being quiet.
The swearing and yelling continued at regular intervals, like a seriously pissed-off and abusive snooze alarm, til half time when things when ominously silent, followed soon after by the slam of the front door and screeching of tires.
Apparently it was so bad he couldn't bear to watch and had to get away.
However since I was awake I got productive, sorted out flights for
reuss's wedding, did some washing, cleared and removed bookshelf in attic and have begun decommissioning of the crappy wardrobes that I never used, so there can be a glorious world of wall to wall, floor to ceiling SHELVES up there. Oh Joy!Playing with the Big Power Drill is also fun, cos at home (where it came from) the boys generally got the power tools and I got painting and sanding and varnishing. Tho not so much from sexism as an indication of my general clumsiness and tendancy to slice parts of myself off with sharp things.
The shelves thing is something I had originally planned to do with my Dad, and it just hit me as I was wielding his Big Power Drill that it would have been his birthday today, which seems oddly apt. In fact I think this is the Big Drill we all clubbed together to buy him many years ago as a b'day present.
I'm sure where ever he is, he will be watching on with a mix of frustration and glee, yelling instructions, groaning in mock horror at our ineptness, cursing us up and down for Not Listening and laughing when it all goes wrong (as it inevitably will without his Supervision).
Happy Birthday Dad, wish you were here.
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Date: 2005-06-25 05:28 am (UTC)I worry about what could happen. And if it could happen before I get a chance to tell him how much I love him.
I don't know how to.
Damn masculinity. Damn stubbornness. He was always a rock who didn't show emotion. I'm the pebble that's coloured the same way.