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Reality is both weird and boring
It's a week since I lost Ajax and we're managing. The other two rats, Fred and Griffin, have returned to normal behaviour, though I'm sure it has been hard for them. They had all been together since birth, being three of seven boys in that litter of 14. Now they are the only survivors; such is rat mortality.
Not much has happened this week. M hasn't had any serious difficulties that I have noticed or of which I have been informed! She did say she thought someone else had come in this morning, but since the front door was still locked and no one else was scheduled, I figured I could safely ignore that. They had supposedly opened her cupboard.
I did get down to the beach for a swim, though the days are beginning to cool down. There was a huge set up being constructed for a concert, with the sound stage on the sand, so they had fenced off almost the entire left side of the beach, from the Indiana Tea House to the groyne. Rude. So glad I'm 4 kilometres away from that when it goes off. Apart from that, just a trip out to Bassendean to visit the shop of the butcher who wins awards for his snaggers. You can't miss them, they're arranged along the counter! The awards, not the sausages. I've got a bit of writing done, not much. Reality keeps on being weirder than anything I imagine.
For anyone into astronomy in comfort, here is the evening view from my armchair, now I have cleared away the summer shade barricades from my balcony. It's also an unintentional lesson in how easy it might be to mock up a false image. That's the reflection of my ceiling light, not an alien spacecraft.
photos.google.com/share/AF1QipNJMTB35YXYd0cKRpLOD0OtPN6WUzEd8Ov0uu1UkDIiZ0y1-L2kv8ciEMTNH4wNxg/photo/AF1QipPzeSoXka1EMKCATxDm8p2MnSWy1Iy7R5TA-BKj
I thought there was going to be gaming as well this week, but two players cancelled AGAIN that afternoon. Serious question here; how much faffing around is acceptable these days? In the dark ages of gaming, yea, even before the Internet, I was part of groups who would game once a week, and people showed up most of the time, when they said they would. If they couldn't make it, they told the gamesmaster well in advance. This time, even the person who asked if we were gaming this week suddenly said he was too tired, and so did someone else.
Surely, if you're on a regular schedule, you have some rough idea whether you can manage a given meet up, especially if you're the one who asked for it to happen on that night!
The gamesmaster started double-checking, as in "Is Thursday still okay?" and often he'd get a string of agreements, but then people still cancel on the day itself, up to and including the hour before the actual meet.
I tend to get people telling me "things happen" and other platitudes, when I comment, and yes, they do. But so often that they become the norm? I don't think we've even managed one night a month, when originally it was supposed to be once a week. Mutter. Rant over, you may move on now!
Not much has happened this week. M hasn't had any serious difficulties that I have noticed or of which I have been informed! She did say she thought someone else had come in this morning, but since the front door was still locked and no one else was scheduled, I figured I could safely ignore that. They had supposedly opened her cupboard.
I did get down to the beach for a swim, though the days are beginning to cool down. There was a huge set up being constructed for a concert, with the sound stage on the sand, so they had fenced off almost the entire left side of the beach, from the Indiana Tea House to the groyne. Rude. So glad I'm 4 kilometres away from that when it goes off. Apart from that, just a trip out to Bassendean to visit the shop of the butcher who wins awards for his snaggers. You can't miss them, they're arranged along the counter! The awards, not the sausages. I've got a bit of writing done, not much. Reality keeps on being weirder than anything I imagine.
For anyone into astronomy in comfort, here is the evening view from my armchair, now I have cleared away the summer shade barricades from my balcony. It's also an unintentional lesson in how easy it might be to mock up a false image. That's the reflection of my ceiling light, not an alien spacecraft.
photos.google.com/share/AF1QipNJMTB35YXYd0cKRpLOD0OtPN6WUzEd8Ov0uu1UkDIiZ0y1-L2kv8ciEMTNH4wNxg/photo/AF1QipPzeSoXka1EMKCATxDm8p2MnSWy1Iy7R5TA-BKj
I thought there was going to be gaming as well this week, but two players cancelled AGAIN that afternoon. Serious question here; how much faffing around is acceptable these days? In the dark ages of gaming, yea, even before the Internet, I was part of groups who would game once a week, and people showed up most of the time, when they said they would. If they couldn't make it, they told the gamesmaster well in advance. This time, even the person who asked if we were gaming this week suddenly said he was too tired, and so did someone else.
Surely, if you're on a regular schedule, you have some rough idea whether you can manage a given meet up, especially if you're the one who asked for it to happen on that night!
The gamesmaster started double-checking, as in "Is Thursday still okay?" and often he'd get a string of agreements, but then people still cancel on the day itself, up to and including the hour before the actual meet.
I tend to get people telling me "things happen" and other platitudes, when I comment, and yes, they do. But so often that they become the norm? I don't think we've even managed one night a month, when originally it was supposed to be once a week. Mutter. Rant over, you may move on now!