What happens when you try to do too much for too long - Tactical Ninja
Sep. 4th, 2013
09:25 am - What happens when you try to do too much for too long
Last night I finally hit the wall. I got home to the news that a large southerly storm with potential snow was predicted for the next day, and my houseplants were still outside. And the locks needed putting on the shed but one door needs planing to make it fit in the jamb and the other is a funny shape and the slide lock we bought won't fit. A hasp one might, and we have one of those kicking around too, but I was in no mood to try it at that point.
I was tired and cranky and getting another bloody cold and about to throw my hands up, and the YoT (bless him) stepped up and helped me move all my plants inside and got the washing in and sent me funny things on the internet while I went and put my pyjamas on and decided to have a night off. Where 'have a night off' means measuring up the wood for our coffee mug shelf and spice rack, but not actually making them, then sitting on the couch with a blanket and Dr Wheel watching Prison Break (did I mention he got the media working for us? <3 Dr Wheel) instead of unpacking.
I realised it had been 10 days since I'd done that. Stopping to rest occasionally is a good idea Tats. Duh.
Here is a picture of our kitchen. Or, at least, the business end of the kitchen where the bench and stove are. Out of the picture on the left are the fridge, pantry and a fancy built in wine rack thing along with a large storage shelf. Also not visible are the sink, the kettle, microwave and coffee machine. But look! A homey kitchen!
I think it mostly looks homey because there is food in the picture. Spaghetti bolognese prep to be precise. Last night I cheated and used a readymade sauce because I can (HA!), but I can't resist filling everything with vegies so our spag bol has courgettes and capsicum in it too. Those coffee mugs will eventually go on my Yet To Be Made shelf, and that pile of spices is the reason for my sudden interest in spice rack making. We had a shelf at the old place, but I like the idea of a rack where you can actually see all the things on it and not have to shuffle through them with cook-ey fingers every time you need the turmeric, you know?
And then Dr Wheel arrived home with the groceries and this business had been tucked in the bottom of the bag:
To which I go "Eeek!" So there's a cute little miniature packet of coffee that doesn't actually contain coffee, and some mini money and a mini Fly Buys card (loyalty reward card thing). And a brochure that shows you how you can buy mini shopping trolleys, cash registers and other paraphernalia to "Complete Your Collection!" For only $16.99!
It's.. well, I understand that sometimes kids like to emulate adult behaviour, and grocery shopping is something pretty much everyone does, so the idea of kids playing shopping and wanting to have realistic 'equipment' isn't all that offensive. But to me, this seems like a blatant attempt to indoctrinate brand recognition into people from a young age. Here we have Robert Harris coffee (which, incidentally, I never buy), Fly Buys, and New World (supermarket chain) branded money. So the kids are learning what brands to buy based on which manufacturers' products are in this 'shopping play' offer, they are being taught to use Fly Buys, and they are being shown that New World is where to spend money. And parents get to pay for the extras that allow the kids to immerse themselves in indoctrination. I bet Robert Harris and Fly Buys paid a pretty penny for it too.
Of course, all this is wasted on us because I just photographed it and threw the lot in the recycling, then started composing a rant about it in my head. ;-) I tend to have a reverse reaction to this kind of thing because it feels like manipulation. I don't buy that coffee (it was cute though), I don't have Fly Buys, and now we're out of the central city and have a choice of supermarkets, we won't be using New World much either. Ha, take that, marketing folks! I fart in the general direction of your latest promotion!
I probably did, you know. All that licorice. *ahem*
And here is a picture of my walk to work this morning:
This time I walked down Dorking and took this pathway past what is either a community garden or someone's extremely large section filled with a life's work (which I'll photograph next time I pass). It didn't come out where I expected, and I ended up on Bell Rd again. But this time I dropped down Bidwell to Taranaki. It wasn't as nice a walk apart from the park section, and took exactly the same amount of time. However, it's another alternative. And I did like that garden.
Also, I meet a lot of folks out walking their dogs, it seems. Dog people are nice, and eeeeeee doggies!
Tonight, if it's not snowing (or probably even if it is) I plan to set up the compost bin. Yes, I bought one. I like the idea of a) compost, b) being able to dispose of food scraps for free, and c) not having things that make our rubbish smelly sticking around for ages. There's a concrete bit right by the shed where it'll fit perfectly. Also, I found more gardens that have been established but disused. They are decorative rather than food ones, but I like flowers so yay gardens! There's a lot of work likely involved in them, but GARDENS! And I'm allowed to make a vegie garden round the back of the shed too. Eeee!
Oh yeah, also a spice rack. It's like building shelves on a mini scale. I said I'd do that tonight, right?
Meanwhile I am crossing everything that this cold is just a normal one and I'm ok by Friday. Because nobody wants someone who's all snot and coughing crawling all over them doing circus stuff, and in my exhausted state last night I toyed with the idea of skipping Spinfluence in favour of pottering - because my chance of a whole weekend of pottering is disappearing into the unforeseeable future as shearing season looms large. But that's no reason to sacrifice something I've been looking forward to, right? Right?