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shermaramaSo Friday went: a friend's birthday, so dinner at a private restaurant (as in a front-room-sized place containing only one party of people) followed by going to a pub (where a DJ played something that hit remarkably many of my musical buttons at once; a jazz-funk heavy-on-the-brass cover of Killing In The Name Of, which turns out to be by a band from Tel Aviv called The Apples) then attempting to go to a club where we couldn't work out where it was until we worked out what it used to be called (which probably should have served as warning; we didn't get in because photo ID was mandatory and you know, some of the people in their thirties weren't necessarily carrying any) and then actually going to a long-standing gay club over in Kemptown (which has the congenial set-up of a moderately-volumed bar upstairs and an air-conditioned dance-floor downstairs) til early o'clock. That was refreshingly good.
And Saturday then got off to a sluggish start, funnily enough, but several things which had been coming together over the course of last week towards sorting out another corner of my kitchen got finally identifiably done, and there is now one big wall cupboard (where I'm actually happy about the security of the wall fixings, which is revolutionary talk around my walls) and a new piece of worktop, (four times the size of the previous little bit of worktop where all chopping, serving and everything else has been done for the last thirteen years) and a new under-counter fridge and freezer in place and operational. The old fridge-freezer is sitting taking up the middle of the floor but is being collected, tomorrow, by a friend who needs something that will do for temporary. Hooray.
Today was all about the diving. When the plan says two dives, one ropes off at 9.15am, one at 3.15pm, you imagine there being great swathes of free space in the day and being home in time for tea, but the first dive was to a wreck nearly an hour's boat-ride away through a somewhat steep sea (a very nice wreck, covered in literally dizzying masses of bib and pollack, mind) which was quite hard work in a boat being driven by the sort of person who thinks it's amusing to slam it over waves when he's got the comfy seat and the rest of us are hanging on to various bits of metal rack and inflatable tube and trying not to get our spines and knees too impacted, and various other malarkey with sandwiches and supermarkets and trying to get to the arch to refill a cylinder took a lot of effort subsequently, and then it was time for the next dive again already (although the second dive was very relaxing, all tiny blennies, feathery tube worms and masses of velvet swimmer crabs waving their mouthparts at us, and only one minute short of an hour) and then it was somehow half eight by the time we'd got home and made food. Diving is more knackering than it should be, and coming after partying then kitchen-fixing, even worse, but those were two good dives.
Back to the academia tomorrow, and a remark made in passing by someone about something else on Friday reminds me I've not got as much time left as I thought, and really need to get on with that.
And Saturday then got off to a sluggish start, funnily enough, but several things which had been coming together over the course of last week towards sorting out another corner of my kitchen got finally identifiably done, and there is now one big wall cupboard (where I'm actually happy about the security of the wall fixings, which is revolutionary talk around my walls) and a new piece of worktop, (four times the size of the previous little bit of worktop where all chopping, serving and everything else has been done for the last thirteen years) and a new under-counter fridge and freezer in place and operational. The old fridge-freezer is sitting taking up the middle of the floor but is being collected, tomorrow, by a friend who needs something that will do for temporary. Hooray.
Today was all about the diving. When the plan says two dives, one ropes off at 9.15am, one at 3.15pm, you imagine there being great swathes of free space in the day and being home in time for tea, but the first dive was to a wreck nearly an hour's boat-ride away through a somewhat steep sea (a very nice wreck, covered in literally dizzying masses of bib and pollack, mind) which was quite hard work in a boat being driven by the sort of person who thinks it's amusing to slam it over waves when he's got the comfy seat and the rest of us are hanging on to various bits of metal rack and inflatable tube and trying not to get our spines and knees too impacted, and various other malarkey with sandwiches and supermarkets and trying to get to the arch to refill a cylinder took a lot of effort subsequently, and then it was time for the next dive again already (although the second dive was very relaxing, all tiny blennies, feathery tube worms and masses of velvet swimmer crabs waving their mouthparts at us, and only one minute short of an hour) and then it was somehow half eight by the time we'd got home and made food. Diving is more knackering than it should be, and coming after partying then kitchen-fixing, even worse, but those were two good dives.
Back to the academia tomorrow, and a remark made in passing by someone about something else on Friday reminds me I've not got as much time left as I thought, and really need to get on with that.
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