Twenty-Four Things (part two)

Continuing on from the previous article, here are numbers 11 to 18 of 24 things that happened to me over the past 24 hours or so:

  1. I’m a Sheffield Wednesday fan and I want them to win the league, or at least get promoted automatically in second place or, if neither of those, get into the playoff places and win the playoffs and get promoted to the higher division. Any of these would be fabulous. And they can do it. I’m sure they can. All they need to do is win all of their remaining matches. When I told you that I won the quiz by starting in seventh place with ten questions to go (and Wednesday were seventh at the start of this day with about the same number of matches to go) and then answering all the remaining questions correctly (apart from the last one) then I’m sure that Sheffield Wednesday can do the same too. C’mon, you blue and white lizards – just follow my example.
  2. A brief moment of tragedy just occurred. While I was busy typing I was equally busy chewing through a bar of chocolate (yes, I chew chocolate rather than sucking it – don’t judge me). Distracted too by Sheffield Wednesday scoring their 3rd goal against Doncaster Rovers (yes, girls – I can multi-task too) I got to the end of the chocolate bar. And then (and here’s the tragedy) I ate the last piece without noticing! OMG! Anyone who’s ever enjoyed a bag or sweets or crisps or anything tasty will sympathise with me. You have to savour that last peice and then consciously close off the experience in your mind. If the last piece goes without you being aware of it, then you feel cheated! And that’s how I feel no. Gutted!
  3. It snowed this afternoon. Massive flakes of snow were falling from the sky as we sat eating lunch. It was glorious to see the world turning white whilst we sat, safe and warm, in our dining room cowing down on our respective meals (mine was beans on toast). We went out this morning to buy some essentials, and it rained a little on the way back, but we had warm coats and good boots and we were not discombobulated by the experience at all, but it was nice to get back before the snow fell. It’s all melted from the roads and pavements now, with only a thin layer remaining on the grass to remind us of the glory that was (and is) snow.
  4. Talking about football, Sheffield Wednesday have started the remainder of their season in the right way. They finished the match I just listened to with a scoreline of three-one. The unfortunate Doncaste Rovers went one nil up against the run or play just before the half-time break, but then the Owls raced into an imposing lead over the course of the second half with goals from Paterson, Berahino and Bannan. Up the Owls!
  5. I had a lay-in this morning. It’s a Saturday and so it was no mistake (even though it was a mistake (because I forgot)) that I didn’t set an alarm last night before I went to sleep. I woke up natuarally and felt nicely rested and that’s important because the weekend is a busy time. There’s more to do on the days of rest than there is on working days sometimes. All those things that you don’t have time to do on Monday to Friday have to be squeezed into the other two days. So what better way to celebrate that than to stay in bed as long as you possibly can.
  6. I just helped a blind lady, who works at the same radio station as me, change some settings in her version of Garageband. It feels nice to help people and it probably feels even nicer to be helped. That said, I don’t really know what being helped feels like because I’m rather independant. It would be nice to get some help sometimes. When I ask for help I find that I usually wait so long for the help to come that it’s quicker to do just it myself. So I’ve learned to do just that. And I suppose others have learning not to bother making any attempt to help me due to my habit of jumping in and doing it myself. How can I get out of this habit and get some help? Patience? Aside from that, there’s no way that I’m going to voluntarily break my leg or anything like that so that I actually qualify for help. Who’d do something as crazy as that! I have some thoughts on Karma, but I’ll keep those to myself. On that note – that’s quite enough on that subject, thank you very much, Robert.
  7. The spider plants, which I’ve read are pretty much indestructable, are dying. The one in the downstairs toilet is particually unwell. The main plant is shedding leaves at a frightening pace and the child plant, that I planted in a hole I made in the same pot, isn’t growing either, but at least the baby isn’t actually dying. I suppose that I didn’t do the main plant many favours when I cut out half of it’s room system when I repotted it. I repotted it because the soil was smelling. It had been given too much banana water and so the whole thing was reeking something awful. I took the plant out of the pot, noticed that there was no soil in the pot (only root), cut half of the root off, put some soil in the pot, put the rest of the root back, covered the top of the root with more soil and gave the whole thing a bit more water. On the upside, the smell went away, but on the downside the plant is dying. Who knew that a plant needs roots more than it needs fresh soil! Anyway, parents die and children survive, right? It’s the circle of life after all.
  8. I’m cooking tonight. Well, when I say cooking, I mean that I’m reheating some leftovers and making a nice crunchy salad to go with it. The salad is going to have avocado, cucumber, tomato, lettuce, cheese, grapes, beetroot and olives in it. The reheated food is vegetable rice. It should make a nice, tasty meal. I have to go and do that in about seven minutes and so this is probably either the last thing I write tonight, or perhaps the penultimate thing if I don’t spin it out too much. Which just sets me off thinking about what I could do to spin this out some more. Perhaps I could tell you why I like making crunchy salads (because I used to hate salads before I went to Italy this one time and found out how salads should really be made (which is to say they should not consist of two limp lettuce leaves and a sliced tomato). Or maybe I could tell you about all the flavoursome things that you can put on salads to spice them up (anything that comes to hand). Or, more likely, I should just stop here and go and make (aka reheat) dinner.

I’ll get back to you with the last six of this set as soon as I get a few minutes away from the busy schedule of the weekend. Try not to miss me too much, but if you do feel like crying then go and fetch some loo roll now. I’ll wait. Well, go on then! Oh, you’ve gone. Okay then, bye!

22 thoughts on “Twenty-Four Things (part two)

  1. Pingback: Twenty-Four Things (part one) | Robert C Day

        • Take music, for example. When you’re at a packed concert listening to your favourite band or singer then it feels good, right? The sound of people cheering their fave act, the feel of people singing along with songs that they love, the calls of fans from the crowd (I love you!) and the general feeling of being with like-minded souls. Takes you to a good place being with that kind of atmosphere, right? Contrast that with playing your favourite song to someone you just met thinking that they would love it too, but then they turn around and say ‘meh’. Or playing your favourite album and your parents, or your neighbours, or your partner demand that you ‘turn that sh..tuff down! Feels different, right? Makes you want to keep your music to yourself, yes?
          Well it’s like that for me with chocolate.
          And music.
          Capische? ๐Ÿ™‚

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  3. Thanks for the football parts; now I have something to talk about with partner’s parents! Also, it is very nice to hear the word ‘Gutted!’, it is for me that little regional British slang that I can use to express myself, that I often fail to do in my native tongue.

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      • Does not sound that complicated to me; as you may know or about to find out, us Serbs speak and write and read exclusively phonetically ๐Ÿ™‚ Your post sounds like if a Serb was listening in on you talking and writing down what they heard ๐Ÿ˜‰

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        • Seriously! That’s amazing! I’m very impressed by that revelation. Wow!
          Okay, I don’t know what to say now. Languages are something I’m very interested in. I’m learning Hindi for fun and reading a book on linguistics now about how language evolved over time (The Unfolding of Language by Guy Deutsher) and so… yeah.
          So, you still live in Serbia? And how do they view witchcraft there? ๐Ÿ™‚

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          • I am quite fascinated by languages too, and how they are currently evolving. Since you find it interesting, let me tell you that for a very long time, in Serbia, there was a huge resistance towards this language evolution, which was not alike our close neighbours Croatians. Ever since I remember, in their day to day language they used words such as ‘friend’, written and read as ‘frend’, with absolutely the same meaning in both your language and theirs . Well, finally , we are starting to see the same thing happen in Serbia, bit by bit. What once was ‘pokretne stepenice’, is now referred to as ‘eskalator’ – from the English ‘escalator’. This was unimaginable to me 5 years ago, seeing that around here you often get scrutinized for speaking foreign languages (without saying how Serbian is just the bestest ever while you do it, coupled with forcing foreigners to learn a bit of Serbian when the two of you interact – whilst teaching them only swear words!) It delights me because the younger generations are more open and accepting of this language evolution; it sure beats the times where I asked an English teacher what the word ‘pendulum’ means (heard it in the Linking Park song ‘In the end’) and she accused me of ‘inventing a word and asking her the meaning to embarrass her’. I can go on and on about a thousand more language anecdotes, but that would take days, so to sum it up, yes, I am still living in Serbia, and witchcraft here nowadays is getting through the month on minimum wage surrounded by European prices ๐Ÿ™‚

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            • It makes me happy to think that that counties are opening up and that the world is coming together and so what you say is heartwarming – thanks for taking the time to share it. On the other hand, it makes me kinda sad to read things like this (from the same book on linguistics I’m reading):

              “Incidentally, the decision about when to start calling such varieties different languages’, rather than ‘dialects’ of the same language, often involves factors that have little to do with the actual linguistic distance between them. An American linguist once quipped that ‘a language is a dialect with an army and a navy’, and his point is illustrated by recent cases such as Serbian and Croatian, which before the break-up of the former Yugoslavia were regarded as dialects of one language, Serbo Croatian, but afterwards were suddenly proclaimed to be different languages. So ultimately, the decision about whether something is a language or a dialect relies on what the speakers themselves consider it to be. But from a purely linguistic perspective, and as a rule of thumb, when two varieties of what used to be the same language are no longer mutually intelligible, they can be called different languages.”

              How does that make you feel? I mean, for the world to be regarding y’all like that? And yeah, minimum wage kinda sucks too.
              Ooo, the sun just came out in York! ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

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