A string of unconnected thoughts:
Sep. 16th, 2006 08:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
"Literally" still does not really mean "figuratively".
It worries me that teachers of children do not see the irony in the statement "I can't stand judgemental people," or, worse, "judging people is just wrong." (Tom Lehrer!)
It worries me more when teachers of English can't spell "discreet" or "discrete".
But not very much, because I have cake.
A friend came and cleaned my house this week. The kitchen is clean. She also took me to the supermarket and I got a new mop to replace the one someone left in the garden for the snails. Now the kitchen floor can be clean again. And she was lovely, too, and played Scrabble with us on Thursday evening. We like Scrabble.
My old online Scrabble place now has a fee for what she used to give for free, in my home town. I need to find a new free place.
Emer appears to be just over a growth spurt. She's eating just as much as she was a few days ago but is sicking it all back up again. She's also comfort nursing less. And possibly sleeping more but I haven't been keeping track.
I do not have oversupply this time! Seriously, only about two people reading this know what a blessing that is. Maybe three. I do not appear to have oversupply. I have small painful lumps but nothing like the enormous welts last time. I only leak during letdown, instead of constantly. I'm not painfully engorged unless it's been a while since the last feed. She only chokes at the very beginning of a feed.
Calloo, callay!
Rob's back hurts again. And he's got a book out of the library called "Willing Slaves", ISBN 000716372X which looks interesting. It's about the culture of overwork.
I had another go at his overtime spreadsheet today. He's gained a day's leave since we last played with it. And he has more overtime coming on Wednesday.
The dining room carpet has to come up. I'm thinking cork tiles, the kind that snap into each other tongue and groove style, and have a tough vinyl coating. They'll be easy to lay ourselves, easy to sweep or wipe clean, cheaper than decent laminate flooring, and when we drop stuffon it it won't break. Also, there's cork tiling in mum's house on Aran and I'm fond of it.
It worries me that teachers of children do not see the irony in the statement "I can't stand judgemental people," or, worse, "judging people is just wrong." (Tom Lehrer!)
It worries me more when teachers of English can't spell "discreet" or "discrete".
But not very much, because I have cake.
A friend came and cleaned my house this week. The kitchen is clean. She also took me to the supermarket and I got a new mop to replace the one someone left in the garden for the snails. Now the kitchen floor can be clean again. And she was lovely, too, and played Scrabble with us on Thursday evening. We like Scrabble.
My old online Scrabble place now has a fee for what she used to give for free, in my home town. I need to find a new free place.
Emer appears to be just over a growth spurt. She's eating just as much as she was a few days ago but is sicking it all back up again. She's also comfort nursing less. And possibly sleeping more but I haven't been keeping track.
I do not have oversupply this time! Seriously, only about two people reading this know what a blessing that is. Maybe three. I do not appear to have oversupply. I have small painful lumps but nothing like the enormous welts last time. I only leak during letdown, instead of constantly. I'm not painfully engorged unless it's been a while since the last feed. She only chokes at the very beginning of a feed.
Calloo, callay!
Rob's back hurts again. And he's got a book out of the library called "Willing Slaves", ISBN 000716372X which looks interesting. It's about the culture of overwork.
I had another go at his overtime spreadsheet today. He's gained a day's leave since we last played with it. And he has more overtime coming on Wednesday.
The dining room carpet has to come up. I'm thinking cork tiles, the kind that snap into each other tongue and groove style, and have a tough vinyl coating. They'll be easy to lay ourselves, easy to sweep or wipe clean, cheaper than decent laminate flooring, and when we drop stuffon it it won't break. Also, there's cork tiling in mum's house on Aran and I'm fond of it.
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Date: 2006-09-16 07:44 pm (UTC)The cork could be good. Depends on the particular tiles.
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Date: 2006-09-16 08:13 pm (UTC)That book looks good too. From a "time to cut back" point of view. I hope he gets useful stuff out of it.
Your icon looks lovely.
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Date: 2006-09-16 08:30 pm (UTC)I never got on with absorbent breastpads as much as other people seem to.
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Date: 2006-09-17 02:05 pm (UTC)*giggle*
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Date: 2006-09-17 04:54 am (UTC)And I'm envious of the cake. Must. Make. Cake!
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Date: 2006-09-17 09:55 am (UTC)I'm sure I didn't mention the discreet/discrete thing to you, did I?
Tuesday evening I did some copy typing for my sister, as she has no scanner; I came across discrete used instead of discreet in a legal document prepared by a £200 an hour lawyer.
I left school at 16, so qualify as the ignorant peasant.
Humph!
"...so qualify as the ignorant peasant."
Date: 2006-09-17 10:50 am (UTC)imnsho, anyone who is capable of it should leave the english school system [a] able to spell nigh-on every word in the old concise oxford dictionary, and either know, or be able to make a reasonable guess from its root components and the context, what it means. [the new one has too many really obscure pieces of modern jargon, for this to be a reasonable requirement.]
they should also be able to write tolerably fast in a clear hand that does not degrade with speed [b], compose letters & reports of aught they've done or witnessed [with any degree of interest], and make a coherent summary [used to be called a "precis"] of any intellegible longer text.
composing paeans in praise of the monarch, emperor, empress, or lord protector in iambic pentameters is quite reasonably no longer a requirement - aren't they ancient seacraft, anyway? ([1]) - but the ability to communicate is a sine qua non of society - never mind civilisation!
and if you can make a good fist of the above, you may indeed still be a peasant - but an educated peasant, quite possibly worth knowing, and every bit as much "an asset to society" as a 200 pound per hour solicitor to boot!
[a] - i've no idea whether, upon what or why, or even whether any of the folk of the other constituent countries of the uk may differ or disagree with the above - and i like the old "oirish" uncials - but that's for them to determine.
[b] - eric gill's round-hand chancery script, for preference! (*g*)
[1] - "i like rhetorical questions - i usually get them right" - joann la dominie