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Item 1. I know the difference between male and female mallards, male and female cardinals, male and female peacocks. But since forever I've been trying to figure out what the type of sparrows are that gang around with the house sparrows here. After several years of searching fruitlessly, I finally realised that, duh, they're *female* house sparrows.
Item 2. Though I imagine it was very clear on the materials I got when I purchased it, I only just realised that my DVD player can quite easily play CDs. So I can easily listen to CDs in the living room without blasting them across the flat from the dining room. Which begs the question why the stereo is in the dining room, other than in here. Maybe things are a little too much organised here by what fits where easily rather than what's convenient.
Other observations that don't necessarily have anything to do with my being dim:
I love Noel Coward, though I vastly prefer his comedic songs (like "Imagine the Duchess's Feelings" or "Could You Oblige Us With a Bren Gun?" or "Mrs Worthington") to his crooning/love songs. His talent for wordplay is matchless and a thing of beauty to me.
The grrls were over yesterday for the football (Melissa has declined to be a sports widow and has clearly learned a good bit about the game, despite not being interested :-). They kindly helped me hang a number of pieces I got framed earlier in the year; it's nice to have them up where I can see them. They include a copy of Visscher's view of London that Dad had rolled up and stored for decades, an elevation of the the Royal Mile in Edinburgh that I got in a wonderful print and book shop there, and two prints by Avril Paton. I need to get my other of hers framed, along with the Napoleonic hussar print I got secondhand a while back. I have a couple of pieces of my mother's that I should frame too, if I can find some readymade frames for them (and a nice group portrait she did that which should get the full treatment).
Ouch! Poor Engerland. Time to trot out the old joke (Excited German: "Ha! Again ve haff beaten you at your national sport!" Tightlipped Englishman: "That's all right, old chap, we've beaten you at yours twice now.")
OK, time to finish the last writing assignments for my class, have some lunch, and watch Argentina v. Mexico. Come on, CONCACAF brothers!
ETA: I Meant to say, I really resent it when the day outside my window *looks* so nice (sunny, breezy) but when I actually open the door proves to be so beastly (humid, stifling, oven-like). If I wanted to be baked, I'd live in Greece. I want to be somewhere where summer is *enjoyable*.
Item 2. Though I imagine it was very clear on the materials I got when I purchased it, I only just realised that my DVD player can quite easily play CDs. So I can easily listen to CDs in the living room without blasting them across the flat from the dining room. Which begs the question why the stereo is in the dining room, other than in here. Maybe things are a little too much organised here by what fits where easily rather than what's convenient.
Other observations that don't necessarily have anything to do with my being dim:
I love Noel Coward, though I vastly prefer his comedic songs (like "Imagine the Duchess's Feelings" or "Could You Oblige Us With a Bren Gun?" or "Mrs Worthington") to his crooning/love songs. His talent for wordplay is matchless and a thing of beauty to me.
The grrls were over yesterday for the football (Melissa has declined to be a sports widow and has clearly learned a good bit about the game, despite not being interested :-). They kindly helped me hang a number of pieces I got framed earlier in the year; it's nice to have them up where I can see them. They include a copy of Visscher's view of London that Dad had rolled up and stored for decades, an elevation of the the Royal Mile in Edinburgh that I got in a wonderful print and book shop there, and two prints by Avril Paton. I need to get my other of hers framed, along with the Napoleonic hussar print I got secondhand a while back. I have a couple of pieces of my mother's that I should frame too, if I can find some readymade frames for them (and a nice group portrait she did that which should get the full treatment).
Ouch! Poor Engerland. Time to trot out the old joke (Excited German: "Ha! Again ve haff beaten you at your national sport!" Tightlipped Englishman: "That's all right, old chap, we've beaten you at yours twice now.")
OK, time to finish the last writing assignments for my class, have some lunch, and watch Argentina v. Mexico. Come on, CONCACAF brothers!
ETA: I Meant to say, I really resent it when the day outside my window *looks* so nice (sunny, breezy) but when I actually open the door proves to be so beastly (humid, stifling, oven-like). If I wanted to be baked, I'd live in Greece. I want to be somewhere where summer is *enjoyable*.
