Riddle Me Ree
Wise Clue Number 1: Taking the lighted candle on a whistlestop tour to the kitchen assistant’s bunglow he wasn’t such a hero as people might have thought.
If I explain how I came to the above from reading my exchangees blog it would give the game away… So… make what you can of it until the next installment… *grin*
On the Quiet
I am at the office, it’s 5.05 and most of the staff have hiked off for the day. I can hear the aircon humming and the occasional voice but basically it is quiet.
Quiet.
That has to be one of my favourite states.
My shrink once described to me the notion of skinlessness. It is something that Spike Milligan referred to as part of the lot of the creative human. An unnatural sensitivity to the world. Heightend senses, if you will.
I am over sensitive to noise. If I don’t get time out at various intervals I get all sorts of aggravated… Seriously. I never really thought of it being part of my nature as someone creative. But there you have it. I am skinless… what can you do?
*shrugs*
It’s a good excuse I guess. A good reason for being so cranky when I have exceeded the limit of my tolerance for hearing people eat (the most irritating noise in deeleea’s universe). It’s an excuse I can throw at Flick when she comes home all abounce with news of the day and all she gets out of me is a baleful stare…
Sometimes I feel like such a bitch. I have moments when all I want to say is “It isn’t your fault you’re irritating me… but you are… could you stop talking please?… Thanks.” Some days it’s worse than others. Some days I’m tired, stressed or premenstrual.
But most of the time you wouldn’t even know… my own private hell. Chirpy on the outside and seething within.
Thank God for my Precious. My very own personal noise filter. It replaces one noise with noise of another kind but I can live with Nik Kershaw and Coldplay in my ears.
Couldn’t You??
Game On
Remember the bad sad days of playing Romme with Tin?
They’re over. “w00t!” (letting out my inner geek).
The three of us hadn’t arranged a game after the last one. None of us wanted to brave Tin and tell her we didn’t want her to play and neither did we want to arrange a game without her and have her find out.
Well, Bet bumped into her.
It did not go well. It all appeared friendly but undertones were not.
Tin was irked that we hadn’t contacted her, yet had not felt as though she should have felt compelled to touch base with us. She had also set up a game with someone who lived in her building.
I emailed her to say Hi, tell her we hadn’t played in a while, wish her luck with the new job she had told Bet about. I also told her we had been busy, that Bet was leaving to go back to Europe and that the game was under review.
No reply.
None.
She is likely to be moving to Qld so the issue is resolved once she is gone.
So we played tonight with Flick.
And it was GREAT.