hm, getting journal block again
Tuesday, April 29th, 2003 02:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silverai
Bad, bad habit. Have stuff happen to you and think it not worthy of a journal update, therefore not update the journal and it starts lying fallow, nothing more than an icon in my quickstart menu, and a website where I read other people's entries. So I shall speak of what I have done, for it surely is worthy of journal-noting, it is merely my idleness that says otherwise.
Went out yesterday. (see, something worth mentioning already. Haven't gone out for the sake of going out for....don't recall how long). Went with Mark, drove into the city, left my car at Claisebrook, then went to the Hay street mall for lunch and stuff. Saw Guy on the way, as he had decided to catch a bus from St George's terrace instead of continuing the train to Subiaco before catching the bus to his work like he usually does. Then we caught the train into Fremantle and wandered around. When it got to looking in shops, I kinda took over. Poor Mark was dragged into lots of shops while I let my 'childish-wonder self' take over. Went into bookshop, then Camelot, then Joan of Arc, then the Pickled Faery. I also had a Jam and cream donut. This time the cream was fresh, but the donut bit was a bit stale. Alas, I have still not found an equal to the wonderous jam and cream donuts that I used to buy from the bakery in Mt Barker. (Please! Tell me if you know of where to get fresh cream & fresh bun ones!) Then we caught the train back to my car and came back to Bassendean.
The other thing is that I was called up at 8:30 last night and asked if I could come in and do dough, since they'd done $800 over projected sales already, and were facing a day shift with lots of prep to do, not enough pizza bases, and not enough time to produce more pizza bases. I had a headache, but I said yes anyway. Went in, started on dough at 10:30pm. Was supposed to finish at 2am or beyond, but my headache increased, and brought ever increasing nauseau with it too, so I left at 1am. The time I could help was very valuable in producing enough bases though. Glad I held on as long as I could before coming home. Had some slippery elm when I got home and sorted my nauseau out, so at least I could sleep good.
Had the longest sleep-in this morning since many months have gone past. For some reason, the conditions in bed were so perfect that I simply could not convince myself to stay awake longer than 2 seconds before slipping into deep, restful sleep again. Finally got out of bed at 12:20pm or so, it was only the time on the clock that stopped me sleeping more. Good solid restful 10 hours or so sleep, Much better than the extremely broken and fitful sleep I had the night before.
And the final thing, with a sad note. Sigi's grandad died last Thursday. His funeral is tomorrow morning. He just stopped eating and drinking, had had enough sort of thing. Nonna passed away late last year, so loneliness was probably a big factor too, since he didn't have to be around to look after her anymore. Poor Zig though. He didn't get told until Sunday night, when his mother visited. Apparently they'd tried to call, but since he was out and over at my brother's fixing motorbikes from the Thursday onwards, and I was mostly there too, or at work, we didn't get them. I was at work Sunday night though, so I didn't find out until after getting home, snuggling Z, talking in bed for ages, and then both of us about to go to sleep. I have no idea why he didn't tell me earlier, but he didn't. So then we stayed awake longer, Z needing comfort, and a smattering of theological conversation, although not too deep. I don't want to scare him away from any belief at all. Z ascribes to the "I can see why people want to believe in all that stuff, it's a lot nicer" way of looking at things. I, however, believe waaaaay more :D quite a mixture of stuff, a bit from here, a bit from there, a huge amount in total. Shall let Z find his own way into believing or not believing.
So yes, a funeral tomorrow. Not sure how to comfort Z, wonderful Cancer sunsign, stoic on the outside, glimpses of maybe something more vunerable on the inside, so that you're never quite sure how to comfort him, or if something bothers him. Yet at the same time he communicates to me quite well. *sigh* confusing.
Went out yesterday. (see, something worth mentioning already. Haven't gone out for the sake of going out for....don't recall how long). Went with Mark, drove into the city, left my car at Claisebrook, then went to the Hay street mall for lunch and stuff. Saw Guy on the way, as he had decided to catch a bus from St George's terrace instead of continuing the train to Subiaco before catching the bus to his work like he usually does. Then we caught the train into Fremantle and wandered around. When it got to looking in shops, I kinda took over. Poor Mark was dragged into lots of shops while I let my 'childish-wonder self' take over. Went into bookshop, then Camelot, then Joan of Arc, then the Pickled Faery. I also had a Jam and cream donut. This time the cream was fresh, but the donut bit was a bit stale. Alas, I have still not found an equal to the wonderous jam and cream donuts that I used to buy from the bakery in Mt Barker. (Please! Tell me if you know of where to get fresh cream & fresh bun ones!) Then we caught the train back to my car and came back to Bassendean.
The other thing is that I was called up at 8:30 last night and asked if I could come in and do dough, since they'd done $800 over projected sales already, and were facing a day shift with lots of prep to do, not enough pizza bases, and not enough time to produce more pizza bases. I had a headache, but I said yes anyway. Went in, started on dough at 10:30pm. Was supposed to finish at 2am or beyond, but my headache increased, and brought ever increasing nauseau with it too, so I left at 1am. The time I could help was very valuable in producing enough bases though. Glad I held on as long as I could before coming home. Had some slippery elm when I got home and sorted my nauseau out, so at least I could sleep good.
Had the longest sleep-in this morning since many months have gone past. For some reason, the conditions in bed were so perfect that I simply could not convince myself to stay awake longer than 2 seconds before slipping into deep, restful sleep again. Finally got out of bed at 12:20pm or so, it was only the time on the clock that stopped me sleeping more. Good solid restful 10 hours or so sleep, Much better than the extremely broken and fitful sleep I had the night before.
And the final thing, with a sad note. Sigi's grandad died last Thursday. His funeral is tomorrow morning. He just stopped eating and drinking, had had enough sort of thing. Nonna passed away late last year, so loneliness was probably a big factor too, since he didn't have to be around to look after her anymore. Poor Zig though. He didn't get told until Sunday night, when his mother visited. Apparently they'd tried to call, but since he was out and over at my brother's fixing motorbikes from the Thursday onwards, and I was mostly there too, or at work, we didn't get them. I was at work Sunday night though, so I didn't find out until after getting home, snuggling Z, talking in bed for ages, and then both of us about to go to sleep. I have no idea why he didn't tell me earlier, but he didn't. So then we stayed awake longer, Z needing comfort, and a smattering of theological conversation, although not too deep. I don't want to scare him away from any belief at all. Z ascribes to the "I can see why people want to believe in all that stuff, it's a lot nicer" way of looking at things. I, however, believe waaaaay more :D quite a mixture of stuff, a bit from here, a bit from there, a huge amount in total. Shall let Z find his own way into believing or not believing.
So yes, a funeral tomorrow. Not sure how to comfort Z, wonderful Cancer sunsign, stoic on the outside, glimpses of maybe something more vunerable on the inside, so that you're never quite sure how to comfort him, or if something bothers him. Yet at the same time he communicates to me quite well. *sigh* confusing.
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Date: 2003-04-29 01:30 am (UTC)Well, Z might not go soppy, but he still needs comforting when something like this happens.
I must make myself feel like talking on ICQ more often and come out of my invisible hidey-hole to talk to thee, dear megalomaniac :)