[m i a o w] the cat

This morning I took M to the secondhand shop that Rie and I went to this time last weekend. His tail started wagging as soon as he walked through the door. We realised later that it would probably have been much more cluey NOT to go there with a pocket full of boat-shed rent. D’oh! A hundred and fifty dollars later…[groan] I had a work bench for my little back shed, M had an old Stanley plane, and we also scored a clothes basket, metal bucket, two pulleys, a brass cleat for Oomoo and two microphone stands. Yike! Oh - and I got another toolbox (as opposed to the one I got from a garage sale two weeks ago, and the plastic one from Bunnings that is stuck in the boot of the Humber which won’t open) - the best one yet.

Our second ever trailer guests (outside of family) came for Grand Final afternoon, no one but me cared about the football, so I watched the first few minutes and the last ten. Which was enough adrenaline for the day. My Mac friend Dylan jumped on my MacBook and showed me a few things, as well as laughing hysterically that I hadn’t even unpacked my little Mac remote. I tried to train him in snappy ways of searching Ebay and the excellence of Delicious. Our conversations involved much head shaking and “How can you not know that?”