In the spirit of Orwell, Pepys and Twitter, a journal of daily minutiae recorded for posterity. Until I get bored with it.
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Fri 26 Feb: Struck by an intuitive guess around 11.00 am, and spent rest of day rebuilding the ‘news’ section of the Library web site in the CMS. Turns out our problem was that we didn’t organise our files neatly enough, and in the right hierarchy. (The manuals don’t tell you that this is important.) Once the filing was done correctly, the functionality and web pages worked seamlessly and perfectly, as if nothing had ever happened. So much for three days of chewing furniture and banging heads on keyboards.
Early Settler hall table, from the Yarra range
Sat 27 Feb: Josephine left another gift on the laundry floor this morning. I visited the new Dare furniture shop in Corio, the Early Settler shop in the same complex and Harvey Norman nearby, looking for a hall table, coffee table, two-seater sofa and/or armchair. Dare had actual recycled wood products, made from 200-year-old Chinese elm, including a couple of nice (seating) benches, but their hall tables are a bit too large. Early Settler may have a suitable bench for the foyer — see their catalogue photo, right. The one in the showroom was a bit wobbly; that could be fixed with some wood glue. I had been looking for something modern, but the appeal of faux-recycled wood is hard to resist. And it would be easy to change the drawer handles.
Sun 28 Feb: Somebody fired a shotgun twice last night, around 11.30 pm. Sounded like they were quite near — nearer than the usual source of odd late-night potshots, that is. They let off another shot at 1.30 am, waking me and several neighborhood dogs. After the last shot there was another sound, like wood splintering or a door slamming, but it sounded more distant than the gun. On the plus, Dad agreed to attend Emma’s wedding.
Mon 1 Mar: First day of semester, lots of people on campus including many with maps in their hands. Loooonnnnnggg queues at the bookshop; one could skim and summarise an average-sized textbook by the time one reaches the checkout.
Tue 2 Mar: Bought a handful of chickflick DVDs at the supermarket last weekend, and am working through them. Bridget Jones’ Diary was approximately what I’d expected; yet I blubbed cheerfully when she picked the right bloke at the end (must be the PMS).
Wed 3 Mar: In Notting Hill, as in many (all?) Richard Curtis movies, you can see how you’re being manipulated towards a feel-good ending. Infuriatingly, if you let it, it still feels good when you get there.
Thu 4 Mar: So far this week I’ve been asked four times for directions to the architecture building. Either I have a knack for looking friendly in the eyes of first-year architecture students, or they’re all looking for the Commonwealth Bank (in said building) in order to pay their fees. The latter seems more likely.
