Huh, must be a Kiwi thing! Hope you're better soon...I am in bed sick, ive got the flu which seems to be going round at the moment, so got today and tomorrow off work.
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Huh, must be a Kiwi thing! Hope you're better soon...I am in bed sick, ive got the flu which seems to be going round at the moment, so got today and tomorrow off work.
...I’ll let you photograph my pocket....I'm in Hong Kong. The hotel where I'm staying has a free "continental breakfast." Now, I've had "continental breakfast" before where it's pretty much a piece of toast and half a strawberry, or something.
This, though, is different. They have bready things, some meaty things, and...
Lox and capers. Or, as hotels should call it when they see me coming, "loss leader." I love salmon, and I love capers on salmon. A few years ago, I was fortunate enough to be on a Big Case, and they put me up in a very nice hotel for about five weeks, and the very nice hotel had lox as part of their breakfast buffet every morning. Every morning, it was, "Hand me the shovel, and give me elbow room."
So I'm loading up on my omega-3 fatty acids, yeah, that's it, that's why I'm eating it, and looking at the coffee machine. It appears to be something out of NASA, if NASA had bilingual labels for Chinese. And I'm thinking, "I just want a cup of coffee."
Young lady bounces up. "You want coffee?" I stare at her for a moment. Scott could put her in his pocket. She's literally about four feet tall or just a little over, bangs and ponytail, glasses, and a big smile that would look radiant on someone two and a half feet taller. She was just so not what I'm used to seeing and relating with, unless it's a nine-year-old granddaughter, that I laughed and blurted out, "You are so cute!" which actually is more appropriate for a nine-year-old granddaughter.
Now, those of you who don't know me, and given the occasionality (that's not a real word) of my visits here, that would be approximately all of you, please understand that I don't casually hand out observations on appearance. In addition to other very good reasons, I have a burning desire to not be considered creepy or inappropriate, so I just keep such comments to myself, unless I'm asked directly for my opinion, and then of course it'll be a compliment because I'm not completely stupid. But still reserved. If a swimsuit model were to ask me what I thought of her Band-Aids and dental floss, I'd say something inane like, "Nice outfit. The green brings out your eyes."
So here I am with this pixie, and my first words to her were, gosh, she's cute. Fortunately, I'm an Elder in a Different Culture, and she laughed and said, "Thank you!" and started working on my coffee, while I sat, munched on the fish, and pondered whether I'm completely losing my filters as I get older and tireder.
And I'd take a picture to show you how adorable she is, but that would involve me actually asking her if I could take her picture, which then is yet another advance on my part, and that's not happening. I'm above quota already. You'll just have to trust me on this.
...I’ll let you photograph my pocket....
Again not well enough to attend Cognitive Behavioral Therapy. Just have to wait till my doctor's appointment on Wednesday.
The good thing about being so sick around Thanksgiving and not being much better with Christmas fast approaching is getting to watch a lot of good old movies with Mom. Usually I'd be rushing around trying to finish as much as possible before Christmas so I could drive myself into a coma of exhaustion after New Year's, and if I was in front of the TV at all it would be at the table to repair used books as presents, not on the couch watching movies. This year I just said, "Meh." This evening I got to watch all of Dr. Doolittle (the 1967 musical; never have seen the Eddie Murphy travesty) for the first time in over 40 years, and also see my favorite scenes from My Fair Lady, during a time when if I had gone to my appointment I'd still be driving back!
...well aren’t you just a little gust of sweet breeze??...My co-workers insisted that my name be included in their Satanic Secret Santa nonsense even though I always refuse to participate.
This morning I find an assortment of items on my desk: cookies, chocolate, fruit and Skittles. I loudly announced that whomever the poor sap was that got my name, I hate Skittles and don't ever make that mistake again. Then I re-gifted the Skittles to the token greedy co-worker (there's one in every office).
I kept the other stuff though, because I don't care about my co-workers' feelings.
Hail Krampus.
I'm making these.
My co-workers insisted that my name be included in their Satanic Secret Santa nonsense even though I always refuse to participate.
This morning I find an assortment of items on my desk: cookies, chocolate, fruit and Skittles. I loudly announced that whomever the poor sap was that got my name, I hate Skittles and don't ever make that mistake again. Then I re-gifted the Skittles to the token greedy co-worker (there's one in every office).
I kept the other stuff though, because I don't care about my co-workers' feelings.
Hail Krampus.
Have a good day!!Into work at 3 o'clock and finished for Christmas break at 11 tonight
Have a good day!!