The Weak End
Jan. 22nd, 2006 01:02 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
waitingmanWhat a weak...
The family health crisis continues to take interesting turns, with my father making an off-the-chart recovery from surgery. Expected to stay in hospital for 10 days minimum, he came home yesterday & is happily ensconced on the manse's upper balcony, watching the street's comings & goings from a comfy chair, with a cup-a-soup (liquid diet still) & clad fetchingly in blue pyjamas. I don't think I've ever seen him wear pyjamas in my lifetime...
I'm rattling around the traps dosed up on anti-inflammatories, tottering around in unfamiliar orthotics & continuing to lay plans for escapes - from the current job & the city in general. Been a bit woozy the last couple of days - thanks to the Celebrex methinks, but it could be the unaccustomed half inch gained in height (orthotics!!) that's given me altitude sickness...
Went to the informal non-launch of Score, the short film my foil & I soundtracked (real word?! - 'Tis now...). A non-launch because the director turned up without a copy of the film, having given in to the pleadings of a cast member to borrow the film to show to flighty relatives somewhere. Ah well, it was also a 'surprise' gathering for my foil's 40th birthday, so the evening wasn't wholly wasted. Left early-ish due to aforementioned wooziness, dropped in briefly on an old flame's 40th birthday drinks & learned of her impending nuptials with her all-round great bloke Ken. Best wishes bestowed & that wrapped up the night.
Now... a day in the sun & continuing the Great Purge of Stuff. There's a council junk cleanup this week, so the challenge is to empty another bookshelf & turf it...
The family health crisis continues to take interesting turns, with my father making an off-the-chart recovery from surgery. Expected to stay in hospital for 10 days minimum, he came home yesterday & is happily ensconced on the manse's upper balcony, watching the street's comings & goings from a comfy chair, with a cup-a-soup (liquid diet still) & clad fetchingly in blue pyjamas. I don't think I've ever seen him wear pyjamas in my lifetime...
I'm rattling around the traps dosed up on anti-inflammatories, tottering around in unfamiliar orthotics & continuing to lay plans for escapes - from the current job & the city in general. Been a bit woozy the last couple of days - thanks to the Celebrex methinks, but it could be the unaccustomed half inch gained in height (orthotics!!) that's given me altitude sickness...
Went to the informal non-launch of Score, the short film my foil & I soundtracked (real word?! - 'Tis now...). A non-launch because the director turned up without a copy of the film, having given in to the pleadings of a cast member to borrow the film to show to flighty relatives somewhere. Ah well, it was also a 'surprise' gathering for my foil's 40th birthday, so the evening wasn't wholly wasted. Left early-ish due to aforementioned wooziness, dropped in briefly on an old flame's 40th birthday drinks & learned of her impending nuptials with her all-round great bloke Ken. Best wishes bestowed & that wrapped up the night.
Now... a day in the sun & continuing the Great Purge of Stuff. There's a council junk cleanup this week, so the challenge is to empty another bookshelf & turf it...
