The phone rings,

“hello, this is Dee”

“Hi Dee, this is Marmot, I work for [big paying client]. I have a problem with my email”

“Right, ok, what seems to be the problem?”

“I can send email to my colleagues, I can receive email, but I can’t send email externally. I get an error message.”

“Ok, try …”

“Can you come over?”

“hmmmmm… Not until after work [real job]”

“that’s fine… See you then”

Wasn’t part of my plan for the evening actually Still, I love a challenge, and as [big paying client] is my first installation with my new host a few idosyncracies were to be expected.

I did a bit of research, went around to [big paying client]’s place and checked the right boxes thereby solving everyone’s problem, (because Marmot was the only one who had figured out that it wasn’t working… very techno savy…)

I have to say it feels very good to be able to fix ickle problems like that. I was a bit chuffed with myself!

I raced off home with just long enough to stop to buy a can of Big Red and heat it up so I wasn’t singing on an empty stomach at Jonah’s practice.

Actually, does anyone know the song “His Eye is on the Sparrow”? We are singing it at choir and there is a discrepancy regarding the line “When Jesus is my portion” Is this the correct lyric? Or is it “When Jesus is my potion”?

Jonah sings potion and I can’t bring myself to do it. Because he got the lyrics off the web I believe he thinks it must be correct. So I need some external input. I think Jonah also believes that potion makes more sense, not being a church going brother and not ever having heard Jesus referred to being one’s portion, which, on balance sounds weird but seems to sound religious, at least through my early experience as a Methodist child.

Picture This…

A Farmhouse, nestled off the road behind a swing gate and ensconced in trees and shrubs and ivy.
Smoke escaping lazily from the chimney.
Crisp cold air and dew on the ground in the morning.
Dogs giving you a rapturous welcome, everytime they see you.
Open arms and friendly hugs and kisses.
“Make yourself at home”.
“Now, this girl can come back anytime she wants!”
Roast lamb dinner with chocolate saucy pudding. All made in a woodburning stove (Aga)… really!
Chooks
A real live garden, with pumpkins and stuff.
A raspberry patch (but not in season).
A massive bed with weighty covers (and an electric blanket).
A power point for the Dell.
A kettle and a well stocked tin of “Irish Breakfast”.
…and Anzac biscuits.
Lots of Laughs over dinner.
Off roading in the back of the truck … “Wheeeeee! Hold on tight! Duck for overhanging trees!!!”
Nothing to do.
No one to do it for.

Perfection

Heading to the Highlands for the weekend with Miss Lisa.

See you Monday!

I whereis.com.au. In a BIG way.

I had an plan to visit Meg tonight. Meg who has moved Across Town.

I had a car.

I had a map book.

I hadn’t a clue.

I am a reasonably sensible girl and usually find my way to where I need to go, especially if it is a big enough place that it merits big signs.

Like the Zoo,

Or the Opera House.

But not like Meg’s house in Hornsby.

Also, Sydney is massive with an equally massive directory which doesn’t fit in the middle of my steering wheel so I can’t drive and navigate at the same time.

But… this is where ‘whereis’ comes in.

I click on the Bookmarks menu and select whereis from the well used list, type in orginiation and my destination and up pops a comprehensive list of directions complete with kms between points and estimated times between points (which takes no account for traffic on a Thursday afternoon) and a map, with colours!

I read down the page as I drive (because a piece of A4 paper fits on the steering wheel) and wind up at the right house after only one wonky turn because of a small roadsign (as opposed to one of reasonable size for reading while driving).

And I read up the page as I go home.

And get there in one piece; in good time and without the stress of trying to guess the best way from the map, and without going the wrong way down one way streets and turning right into ‘no right turn roads’.

Bloody marvellous.