by Cellobella on Tuesday, May 25, 2010 · 1 comment
Most nights, unless I’m at bridge, at some point I will be on the couch.
This couch in particular.
(not the Alpha couch)
Wearing this same fleece.
In fact I’m wearing it now.
Oh and those ugg boots, now with an interesting nail polish stripe across one toe.
Which yes, I am also wearing as I type.
Quite often I’m watching telly, some downloaded movie or television show.
Endless episodes of House, Six Feet Under, Dexter or Project Runway.
Sometimes I’m catching up on Masterchef…
Other times I curl up with a book.
Tonight I am blogging and I have Masterchef on the telly – Sunday night’s episode – love the invention test.
Groover is at rehearsal, Hugamuga is hiding away avoiding study and Dippity is on her computer chatting with strangers on one of her role playing sites.
I’ve watched Time Team for a little Archeology fix.
I love watching them using their little trowels – it is JUST like what we did in York – except wetter and muddier and colder… and older.
I’ve made a batch of chocolate chip cookies for the Biggest Morning Tea at work tomorrow… and I didn’t even burn them!
So really no news my friend just a little window into my life.
Hmmm not that exciting.
Sorry.
by Cellobella on Tuesday, August 26, 2008 · 1 comment
The ceiling was high, the walls white, the furniture dark and shabby. There was a leadlight window looking over a green courtyard. A single bed. A wastepaper basket.
Outside, playful shouts echoed off the high red brick walls. Joy as friends caught up after a long hot summer break. New. Shy. I stayed in my room and observed.
The room smelled of cleaning fluid and new books. The crisp scent of stationary straight from the box. Deodorant and toothpaste on the glass shelf above the sink.
It was like being on school camp for a year. I felt grown up. Responsible and excited. I was at college. Outer A 6 for those that can guess the place. I had left home.
Leaving home has never been hard for me. Not really. There’s always been a reason, an excitement to it and my parents were never ones to apply emotional blackmail to stay.
And now I’ve left home again. Well… left my virtual home or host. I’ve changed from a United States host to an Australian.
Perhaps it was because of the nationalistic fervour surrounding the Olympic Games, but mostly I think it was because of an admiration of the person behind the host that has developed over the year on Aussie Bloggers.
Thanks for adding me to your stable Snos.
(And Admin)
by Cellobella on Friday, July 18, 2008
I am well behind the rest of the world on this one. The NY Times unveiled the No Knead Bread recipe on the 8th November 2006 and I have only today found time to make it.
Well yesterday and today.
The trick is allowing the dough time to rise – 18 hours – and I imagine you could get away with less time if it wasn’t so freaking cold in my house.
The result – crunchy chewy crust – soft light interior.
Bliss.
I’m only posting this now to distract myself until Groover gets home so he can get a slice…
Of course baking bread also looks good to my daughter’s friend’s mother – see I can cook bread – I am trustworthy – I am the sort of homey type who will look after your daughter with care. Look at me – I am the GOOD mother.
(Oh how easily you are all fooled…)
by Cellobella on Thursday, March 27, 2008
Today I finally got access to the work VPN which means that now, I can access my work email and documents from home.
Now that could be a good thing – I’ve got a couple of reports to write and I wanted to do that in the relative peace of home – but instead I’ve been distracted by my email. In fact I’m just as busy doing the busy-work of the hour to hour crap running a network at home as I am at work.
Plus now that I can access my emails all the time… I am!
So now work impinges on home and home is impinging on work.
This is nuts. I can see that I’m going to have to work out some limits.
Do you work from home? How do you manage it.
Do you have to set up a separate home office? Set aside “work” time?
Coz now that I have it, I don’t want to give up my VPN access.
by Cellobella on Sunday, February 24, 2008
Today the Sunday paper’s real estate section taught me that areas like the one we have our computers in is no longer a “bar” but an “e-nook”.
Here’s me in my e-nook:
As you might be able to tell in this photo – waaay back in 1977 when our house was built, complete with exposed beams, chocolate coloured metal window frames and hanging garden in the entry – it was a bar.
In just one generation we’ve turned our repository for alcohol into an office. Our beer fridge is now relegated to the laundry.
But how long will it last?
Already laptops and mobiles, playstations and PDA’s are seeing the need for the e-nook disappear. Add to that fridges with computers in them and surely it can’t be long before the only thing left is a lonely printer – and a wireless hub.
Perhaps the e-nook will become the e-cupboard or even the e-drawer?
Certainly we are seeing in our house the development of an e-breakfast bar.
What are you seeing in your house?
by Cellobella on Saturday, January 19, 2008
Home. There is nothing quite like opening your front door after being away and smelling that stale air of unlived in space and knowing it is YOURS!
Seeing a few dusty corners, blessing your housesitting friends for making the house tidy (was it tidy when we left? I don’t remember…) and bagsing the shower first.
Ahhhh we do water pressure well in Western Australia. For the first time in weeks I feel clean. I blow dry my hair and use my styling irons for the first time in 5 weeks – for some reason they didn’t work in the US – I’m no Barbie Doll but I love my GHDs. I pull on a pair of white jeans. I open some mail. I assess the state of the fridge… hmmm only one bottle of wine left…
I empty the suitcases and put on the first wash and head out to buy some fruit and veg, some milk and meat, and get my car washed and pump up the tires.
Surprisingly – given the 16 hour flight from New York – 7 hour wait in Bangkok – and 7 hour hop to Perth – I feel like a box of fluffy ducks (as Groover would say). Must have been inhaling the smell of the gumtrees at the airport.
Still it’s taken me a while to kick the family off the computers so I can have some “me” time. Which means of course YOU time dear internet!
I’ve got a notebook full of thoughts and ramblings, a Flip full of videos and a couple of hundred stills to play with. Bliss. I will never leave home on a long trip without a laptop again.
And.
Happy Birthday Meg! Go you good thing!
