Great excitement on the Windswept Acre today – we are getting our heads into puzzle Mode. CISRA opened registrations yesterday, I found a new monthly puzzle last night, and this morning I managed to find the Sydney SUMS puzzle hunt details, now starting 15th October.
I have registered our team for both events – we can take two additions for CISRA and three more members for Sydney. Fancy a go?
Speaking of puzzle heads… my Benny head is halfway completed. I may be stuck for a while until the eyes arrive.
I’m scraping the bottom of the barrel for interesting meals at the moment. Today finds me assembling a pasta bake from leftover ratatouille and the ends of a goat’s cheese. Must get to town when the wind dies down.
I can report that the not-peanut-butter squares are perfectly edible: I told Mr L that if I did not get to spinning today, we would have to eat the whole lot up ourselves. He tried one and announced that he thought I had better not go spinning this week. I think that I know what he meant. I agree with him though. I am staying home. I cannot stir myself sufficiently and that pasta bake will not assemble itself, will it?
Here’s a question for you. A Rav member contacts you by message and asks for assistance with a knitting conundrum. You suggest that if she has Skype, that it might be easier to deal with that way as a voice/video call. She responds that she doesn’t know how to Skype and asks you to call her. In the States. What do you do?
I considered umbrage before deciding that took too much energy.
Is it just me?
I mean… would you not, had it been you asking, say: “May I have your telephone number so that I can call you?” and not issue a peremptory request at your own convenience?
What’s happened to people’s manners these days?
Anyway, I shall not be calling her. I think that F*j*ts* would look askance at the phone bill if I did. The service that we use to bill personal calls made over the business line does not cover International services.
Today feels like a Sunday. I have no idea why. The weather is making my head ache. I feel disinclined to make much effort about anything at all today. More Benny, I think.