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Sunday, 24 December, 2006
Christmas Eve, the second day of my holiday. This morning when I woke up, I discovered that the occasional rather large drop of water was coming in through the ceiling. I hope that our roof doesn't disintegrate further. Please pray that we're not under it if it caves in.
In the midst of finishing off The Briefing, dealing with correspondence from Briefing #341 and putting the syllabus outline plus sample lessons for Teaching Little Ones online, I didn't get as far as I wanted with the MTS handbook. Which is fair enough, really; I'm only one person, and though last week I was prepared to work 9.5-hour days, I really didn't have the energy to do it again this week. And at times the MTS handbook is like pulling teeth; it took me two days to fix up seven pages of monstrous sentences and clumsy paragraph constructions. It's going to be sent out for evaluation as is, and I'll deal with the rest of it when I get back.
But we shut shop on Friday and Ben helped me throw together the Vietnamese noodle salad I had promised to bring to the Christmas party. We all headed off to Centennial Park and spent a very nice afternoon eating ourselves silly and chatting, and then we moved on to Tony and Alison's place for dessert (with Emma's scrumptious cheesecake!) and the annual giving of the Matthias Media awards. Leanne's (Dibs, not Davies) award got renamed in honour of the G-man, and I am very proud to say that I won it and got a koala bottle top opener for my culinary efforts! Guy won the Golden Underpants, Alison got the one for Scholarship, Stephanie got the one for Arts & Crafts (because she managed to get both me and Simon cutting and pasting on Teaching Little Ones) and Emma got the one for Dumb Luck (which really should have gone to John, I think: a couple of weeks ago, he forgot to put the handbrake on in his car and it rolled down the hill, managing to miss all parked vehicles and pedestrians, coming to a stop at the foot of a tree with the only damage being a pair of flat tyres).
Yesterday Ben and I went to counselling, had an afternoon nap and watched the week's TV plus Signs which I found rather dull. Today I must book tickets for our annual Boxing Day movie (Eragon!), wrap lots of presents and valiantly try to finish those projects I want to give as gifts. Then tonight it's Christmas Eve dinner with the extended Beilharz family, and tomorrow a triple bill with immediate Beilharz family for breakfast; my mum, Peter and Kenneth for lunch; and my dad, stepmother, and stepsister and her family and her in-laws for dinner.
Blinks:
A way of funding writing in the future: pitch and idea and get people to support it.
Place where you can hire play equipment for parties, etc.
How to recalibrate the home button on your iPhone.
Unsolicited manuscripts accepted by Pan Macmillan with certain conditions.
Thought Balloon is a group blog in which the writers tackle a new theme every week? month? with one-page scripts. This URL is for their Phonogram ones.
How to sew a zipper on a knitted garment.
Issues organised by tale.
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You won’t like Eragon.
it’s strange praying about the certain collapse of the ceiling, and just the proviso that you won’t be underneath it, and yet, from what I know of that building, it’s probably the right prayer.
Adam, you were so right. How they managed to get away with such an appalling script is beyond me!!