Real Texts

So, you know the Damn You Auto Correct website?  I often have a good giggle at those texts.  But, I had a look on my own phone the other day, and realised we are just as weird - without the Auto Correct!  Here are two text conversations from my phone from the last week, between me and my hubby, Squirrel (Andre):

Wow.  The move is FINALLY over, and the keys to the other place have been handed over.  Now it's a case of making sense of the chaos in our new home.  Thank heavens the house is so huge that it totally swallows up all our furniture and boxes.  I will get around to taking photos, but I want a bit more order before I do.  I did most of our main bedroom last night, and I think the study will be next since those are the two rooms we mostly live in.  Although... the lounge in this house is DIVINE - it is SO inviting and comfortable.  Now that I have handed the keys over, I am able to focus totally on our new home, and the design and layout of the rooms are playing in my head...  The most important thing, though, is communication between all members of the family as we decide where things need to go. It's totally pointless for me to choose to put, for example, a key somewhere that nobody else knows about, and have them get frustrated because they can't open the door.

I decided that I am not going to kid myself any more.  I am not sorry to see the back of the old house - it was a kak design, and, sadly, in such disrepair that moving into a new house with decent carpets and painted walls feels like moving into a palace.  Having said that, moving IS traumatic.  We lived there for 5 years.  We're a 5-person family.  We have never before undertaken such a difficult and complicated move before.  I need to acknowledge that it is difficult, that my body will feel like I've been hit by a ten-ton truck (which, believe me, it does), and that, until I have all my little "things" in their rightful place, I will be edgy and exhausted.  I think that's only being fair to myself - something that is LONG overdue.

Amusing Reading

I read this passage in a book I'm currently reading, and found it really amusing.

"He got me some.  He was a good barman, I decided.  The place was free of corporate androids, and the only other guests were a very old foursome in the corner.  They'd looked up at me grimly when I came in.  I didn't blame them.  When I get to their age, I'll resent young people, too.  I resent them already, in fact, the slim little fresh-faced assholes.  I don't find it surprising that super-old people are so odd and grumpy.  Half their friends are dead, they feel like shit most of the time, and the next major event in their lives is going to be their last.  They don't even have the salve of believing that going to the gym is going to make things better, that they'll meet someone cute in the small hours of a Friday night or that their career is going to suddenly steer into an upturn and they'll wind up married to a movie star.  They're out the other side of all that, onto a flat, grey plain of aches and bad eyesight, of feeling the cold in their bones and having little to do except watch their children and grandchildren go right ahead and mak all the mistakes they warned them about.  I don't blame them being a little out of sorts.  I'm just surprised more oldsters don't take to the streets in packs, swearing and raising hell and getting drunk.  With demographics going the way they are, maybe that's going to be the next big thing.  Gangs of octogenarians, taking drugs and running amok.   Though walking amok is more likely, I guess - with maybe an hour of dozing amok in the afternoon."


From The Straw Men, by Michael Marshall