None of this Nonsense, Please

1. What is place you have visited, or want to visit, that starts with D?

Have visited Dubai, DC, and Derbyshire. Have never visited Denmark. Would have liked to visit Dare Es Salaam, but I suspect those days of that kind of travel are largely over.

2. What is a food that you like, or don't like, that starts with R?

Raspberries. Rhubarb. Radishes. All growing in my garden.

3. Own anything that starts with the letter M?

Mops, mats, mapbooks, maquettes (statuettes), mogs. :D

4. Know anyone whose name (first, middle, or last) that starts with N?

I know a Nick and a Nonie and a Nat.

5. Favorite movie, book, TV show, or song whose title starts with T?

Does The Winter Soldier count? Okay, let's go with a song by P!nk: Trustfall which is my first choice for karoake every time. I love the strong melody, combined with the words, and the way that you just belt it with your whole belly.

It went well.

The host finally accepted the situation, we turned up, everything was fine, a great weekend was had. I'm so glad I did it.

Even if it was a bit stressful right before.

Also: I'm pretty sure I left the house with more food than I went into it with. Care of a pot of bolognaise that my friends made, and which turned out to be more than enough to feed 14 people (seven people, twice over - although, in all fairness, we weren't heaps hungry).

The house itself was pretty neat, albeit a little odd in design and layout. Apparently, it had originally been built around a courtyard in the centre of a three-wing house, and when they decided to extend the house, they roofed the courtyard, turning it into a dining/living space that looks in on the kitchen (which had a wall removed that it otherwise shared with the laundry.

We went to markets, antique shops, clothing shops, and a winery for lunch on Sunday. It was great, everyone got along, and there were enough extroverts and ambiverts to keep the conversation going!

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And then I came home, and promptly acquired a sore throat, a cold, and a headache. I haven't tested for COVID yet. BLEH.

I do want a lot of sleep lately, though. And the house is cold. It's always cold here in winter and we don't realise just how bad it is until it's winter. BRR.

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Otherwise, I am quite firmly getting into Avatar: The Last Airbender but just the original series, not the comics, the sequel about the Gaang, or the one about Korra. And mostly just reading the fic. Which is kind of fun.

I am also plotting fic. Because this is me.

One of them is a Black Jewels fusion. Because this is ALSO me.

How many of them will get written and finished? Probably none of them. Because, yes, me again.

I did gardenings and meetings and dinnerings and cropswappings and dogsittings and cookings and prayerings.

Now I need a weekend to recover from my weekend...

No hockey - it was 'Masters' Weekend' where teams 'older than 35' from all across the state play each other. It's usually held at the end of July, but for some reason this year they decided to do it in May. Which threw out a whole bunch of people. But we never have hockey on that weekend. And next weekend is the long weekend away.

So I did ALL THE THINGS (and enjoyed it, even if I'm tired).

Thank heavens the sun's been out the last couple of days. We've been getting a bit soggy here, and everyone was starting to feel a wee smidge sodden.

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Oh! And I fixed the sleeves of my Oodie so they're shorter!

What's an "oodie" I hear the internationals ask?

An oodie is a creation made specifically for the Australian householder in the middle of winter. Because our houses are so cold in the middle of winter that we basically need to wear the warmth equivalent of outerwear inside. So some clever soul came up with a giant hoodie of velour, with thick fleecy inside, for casual wearing inside a house. It's basically a wearable quilt.

The downside is that it only comes in one sze - ginormous. Which means my arms swim in the sleeves. Pushing them up all the time is a pain. So I whacked off the sleeves at the wrist (about six inches) unpicked the cuff, and resewed the cuff back on with a zigzag stitch (for the stretch). The sleeves are still a little longer than I like, but it's much easier to wear!

It only took me years to do it.

Now I need to go look up patterns for foot sacks to see if I can use the off-cuts to make some 'around the house slippers' to keep my toes warm.

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Although really what I need to do is go back to bed. It's nearly 3am. I woke up around 2am (after going to bed early - around 9pm) and went "oh no". So I thought I'd get up, write this post, poke a few fics, and go back once I'm tired. If I get tired.

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ps. I'm writing AtlA fic. Cripes.