Once again, I woke up this morning thinking, “Do I have to?” And no, my plan didn’t work, as ’twas never put into action in t’first place! This recreant went to bed close to 12am! Tut tut. For shame.
Teaches me a lesson.
But I got to work, clementine and bannock in hand, Folk on Foot podcast on my phone, smile on my face. And thus the day continued. I cried inside but occasionally for the fact that I was (finally) getting through all the physical copies of our bills and invoices and physically filing them away. Let me tell you, guys, the backlog is 4 years long. I have bills from the COVID era, even!
Am I a good girl or not, though? I managed to file away about 30%. I made a start on the 2022 bills a few weeks ago. That folder is now dusted. The Ancient bills are few, and the new ones are many. Tomorrow I will continue with the rest. There is no joy like a task well done.
Yes, I listened to a fair bit of music in that time, too, and managed to finish the Folk on Foot podcast. It was an impossible job without it. There was a fair bit of Planxty, Elle Cordova, some Clannad, some Kathleen McInnes, some Dreamers’ Circus. Folk and trad are the themes of the day.
I learnt today that the French have two words for “blister” – “ampoule” for rubbing blisters, and “cloque” for burn blisters. The French distinguish, and we don’t, which is both bizarre, and really cool. At least, this is according to our Operations Manager. There was an incident with some hot soup…
My boss and I also discussed uni admissions in the UK. Her daughter is thinking of applying to uni there. I have homework – there are some questions I don’t know the answer to. As in, are our degrees valid in the EU? Once again, why did 2016 work out the way it did?
Anyway, political matters I cannot change aside, I am now the proud owner of a rosebush. It is tiny. It is currently sitting on my desk, still swaddled in the paper I bought it in. There are three wee frilly white rosebuds (that is a tonguetwister and a half there, to the iconoclasts reading this aloud – good on ya!). I carried it home like a newborn, close to my chest, beaming. The shop was one where I fell head over heels for a pink rosebush perhaps two weeks into my work, and I let her go. Strike whilst the iron is hot, I guess. You never know, you may miss your chance. I saw white roses outside, and initially had my eye on a pot with one bloom in it, in the midst of a dozen. I thought, this is the most beautiful, this one calls. I went inside the shop, to see if the pink roses might still be there. The shop smelt of smoke and looked like a hothouse. There were plants everywhere, and the decor was dark. I was in a rainforest.
And there sat the pot that I eventually would take home, amidst plants that were not roses, alone and sweet. And I thought, forget what I thought initially – surely this is Fate? And, after some difficulty with my card, I bought it. I’m glad I did. I think I will call the plant “Émilie”, because this is the first name that came to my head, and it is the name of the Enlightenment physicist Émilie du Châtelet, who was Voltaire’s longterm mistress.
It is also my guy best friend’s birthday today. Things can only go right on the 21st of November 🙂
I am going to bed happy. A little anxious for some things, but otherwise happy. And I look at the wins.
Look at your wins also. There are plenty, I’m sure 🙂 Love you all 💛
At Least Afloat 