it's raining ... dogs and chickens
and the water is just laying about as it will for the next three months. The indigenous names for the region around Palmengrad translates as 'build you cities in our swamps and on our volcanoes, foolish whiteman'.
Today all I achieved can be summarised in the chemical formula CO2. Yes my contribution to humanity was giving the trees something to photosynthesise. It was not my fault I had work to do and was charged with friend-related duties. R of the rampant multi-tasking is away. So I volunteered to feed her chickens. And then she was back to drop of her dogs. She did notice that I fed the chickens, having not cleared my frantic message on her cellphone that I was not sure how frequently if at all these duties needed to be carried out. So she had simply thought the henshad not been hungry for two days as an explanation of their conscientiously filled feed and water dishes. So she's off again and rings me to ask me to exercise her dogs, which I agree to. This morning in the rainiest rain we have seen since the floods I trooped up her to exercise her dogs. She has three of them. I found two. The largest one was missing. I searched for gaping holes in the building and the property perimeter and concluded a large dog would make a large hole somewhere in either as a means of escape. Finding none I assumed that R neglected to tell me that she had taken her largest dog as company. Meanwhile I duly exercised the two smaller dogs. Their idea of exercise on such a cold and wet occasion was to run to the front door of the main house and whine to be let in. Good luck with that, I told them.
So then shepherding them back into their accommodation, I went to work, and work I attempted to do. However my computer had other ideas. It seems I have or at least my computer has a macrovirus. Inspired perhaps by watching the local soap where the most irritating character died of Samoan rat pee disease or was it poo disease, my computer decided any time I wanted to change the formatting of a document, it would, no matter what my command would be, insert 25 000 blank pages into it. I didn't get far needless to say before I wanted to throw the hard drive out the window. To while away the time it inserted the bloody pages it also ate my email inbox and discarded my screensaver.
So with that I went to the bus stop and made my way home, trying to quell a tourettesian tyrade of cyclonic proportions. I did at the supermarket mouth to a man that was blocking my aisle "only a cock would want to buy that many potatoes" which strikes me as neither witty or particularly cutting. I took this to mean the day had entirely defeated me and not even tourette's could rouse me.
Today all I achieved can be summarised in the chemical formula CO2. Yes my contribution to humanity was giving the trees something to photosynthesise. It was not my fault I had work to do and was charged with friend-related duties. R of the rampant multi-tasking is away. So I volunteered to feed her chickens. And then she was back to drop of her dogs. She did notice that I fed the chickens, having not cleared my frantic message on her cellphone that I was not sure how frequently if at all these duties needed to be carried out. So she had simply thought the henshad not been hungry for two days as an explanation of their conscientiously filled feed and water dishes. So she's off again and rings me to ask me to exercise her dogs, which I agree to. This morning in the rainiest rain we have seen since the floods I trooped up her to exercise her dogs. She has three of them. I found two. The largest one was missing. I searched for gaping holes in the building and the property perimeter and concluded a large dog would make a large hole somewhere in either as a means of escape. Finding none I assumed that R neglected to tell me that she had taken her largest dog as company. Meanwhile I duly exercised the two smaller dogs. Their idea of exercise on such a cold and wet occasion was to run to the front door of the main house and whine to be let in. Good luck with that, I told them.
So then shepherding them back into their accommodation, I went to work, and work I attempted to do. However my computer had other ideas. It seems I have or at least my computer has a macrovirus. Inspired perhaps by watching the local soap where the most irritating character died of Samoan rat pee disease or was it poo disease, my computer decided any time I wanted to change the formatting of a document, it would, no matter what my command would be, insert 25 000 blank pages into it. I didn't get far needless to say before I wanted to throw the hard drive out the window. To while away the time it inserted the bloody pages it also ate my email inbox and discarded my screensaver.
So with that I went to the bus stop and made my way home, trying to quell a tourettesian tyrade of cyclonic proportions. I did at the supermarket mouth to a man that was blocking my aisle "only a cock would want to buy that many potatoes" which strikes me as neither witty or particularly cutting. I took this to mean the day had entirely defeated me and not even tourette's could rouse me.
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