Archive for September, 2002

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September 30, 2002

“I won’t get up today, he said
“I’ll spend it lying here in bed.”
-from The Stupid Joke, by Edward Gorey

What a saying to find in your calendar upon getting to work on a Monday morning! Not that today hasn’t been good, so far; I was plied with tea and eatables at the veterinary library at nine, and this afternoon there will be a major tea party here at the main library. So I shouldn’t complain at all, should I. . .

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September 28, 2002


Sweetheart, that’s not the way this thing works.

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September 28, 2002

Two images from this last week. . .

On Wednesday afternoon, I got an email from Johan saying he bought a book. For people who don’t know us, I should perhaps say that this isn’t exactly an odd thing for either of us to do; hence I thought it must have been a pretty special book, for him to write and tell me. So I replied and asked him what book it was. “Well, maybe it was actually two books”, he answered. “Three?” said I. “More like four”. “Five?” “Well, roughly, but actually about six.”

It turned out to be thirty-one.

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On Thursday morning, I sent a goodmorning txt message from the bus to Watty, who replied that yes, possibly a good morning except he was stuck in traffic. I also txted nat, who’d sent me a message the previous evening complaining about the heat, and told her there was frost on the ground up here. She txted me back with some dried apricots, which were quite lovely, so I told her to send a few to Watty on account on him being stuck in traffic and probably in need of apricots. So from the 60th latitude, I asked for dried fruit from Turkey to be sent to England.

I like living in the information age!

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September 26, 2002

Next Saturday, I’m going to do something I’ve wanted to do for some time: participate in a Cryptic Clues race. The concept is that you fill a car with people, get a map and a number of cryptic clues; the answer to each clue is a place on the map, and the places must then be visited in the right order. And the clues are fiendishly difficult, judging from the ones I’ve looked at from previous years. I’m sure I’ll regret my enthusiasm before the day is over, but all the same I think it will be fun.

For Swedish-speakers: quite a lot about the previous race including rules (which will be the same for this one) and sample clues.

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September 26, 2002

And just to prove how true that was, I’d left a sentence half-formed in the middle of the previous.

Sheesh.

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September 26, 2002

Am utterly exhausted; my head is a ball of fluff – when the phone rang a little while ago I pronounced my own last name wrong and couldn’t remember the name of the colleague I’m sharing a room with. What I did? Nothing, just had a massage, and that’s almost 90 minutes ago. I wonder what sinister drugs that massage oil contained!

No, it’s pointless even to try to work. I think I’ll have an early (and long) lunch. . .

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September 25, 2002

Cassandra is, too, a puppy! OK, so she’s a cat – but we call them “the puppies” (actually we say “vovvarna”). Them’s our cats, we get to refer to them whichever way we like. Sothere. And they are both great at making puppy-eyes at you when there’s something they want, anyway. . .