A sinister syndrome...daphnisFebruary 27 2006, 11:13:56 UTC
Alas, me dearie, methinks ye have been attacked by that Dreaded Scourge called
::drum roll::
"The Other Shoe Syndrome"
which causes the afflicted personage to come awake in the middle of the night (or morning, afternoon, evening) convinced that disaster is about to occur.
Antidotes include crossing one's fingers, carrying worry-beads to fiddle with, bedecking one's person and clothing with assorted amulets from multiple religious disciplines, painting one's torso bright blue, etcetera.
(That's AMUlets, not omelettes, BTW.)
DO try to enjoy your giddiness, dear heart ~ it has been such a long time since you BOUNCED like a schoolgirl, it's bound to feel strange. I hope you know that your friends are also rejoicing for your improved fortunes!!
Re: A sinister syndrome...brenkFebruary 27 2006, 11:47:30 UTC
Blue paint? (Looks around for blue paint). Nope, no anti-allergic blue paint around. But can cross fingers and toes and continue wearing the 'I feel optimistic' earrings that I've been wearing since the courtroom adventure *g*.
Worry beads... nope. Have constantly occupied fingers and hands (keyboards, kitchen implements, iron, knitting).
Am awaiting the dispatched whatever, and hope it arrives before we leave - but do have the cat-sitting brigade who are picking up mail, etc. But many thanks in advance!
Any requests from Morocco? (herbs and spices - good for amulets? - or rose/jasmine oil, or ... whatever - do you collect a particular type of whatnot? Just don't say 'two-foot high pottery lamp bases' *g*. Could do that when we flew with a 'normal' airline but these low-cost ones tend to be picky about large extra bags *g*.
Re: A sinister syndrome...daphnisFebruary 27 2006, 17:15:33 UTC
Well shucks! That puts paid to my plan to mail myself to Moorrooccoo and have you bring me back to The Land of Humorless Bankers! (They probably wouldn't appreciate my brand of humor, anyroad....)
My once-a-month cleaning ladies are always admiratious of that woven (aqua) lace table-runner you sent once. That graces a buffet which holds a dustcatching display of family photos. I love that gentle colour against the warm cherrywood.
How about another such delicacy, perhaps in peach or coral or the colour which twangles your soul at the moment? Or even a calendar with Morroccan street/market scenes?? As neither KiwiMan and I have been to that part of the world, and probably never will be, it would be enlightening to see some of what you and Sir see. (I am a pleb, I know, and proud of it at times.)
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Alas, me dearie, methinks ye have been attacked by that Dreaded Scourge called
::drum roll::
"The Other Shoe Syndrome"
which causes the afflicted personage to come awake in the middle of the night (or morning, afternoon, evening) convinced that disaster is about to occur.
Antidotes include crossing one's fingers, carrying worry-beads to fiddle with, bedecking one's person and clothing with assorted amulets from multiple religious disciplines, painting one's torso bright blue, etcetera.
(That's AMUlets, not omelettes, BTW.)
DO try to enjoy your giddiness, dear heart ~ it has been such a long time since you BOUNCED like a schoolgirl, it's bound to feel strange. I hope you know that your friends are also rejoicing for your improved fortunes!!
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Worry beads... nope. Have constantly occupied fingers and hands (keyboards, kitchen implements, iron, knitting).
Am awaiting the dispatched whatever, and hope it arrives before we leave - but do have the cat-sitting brigade who are picking up mail, etc. But many thanks in advance!
Any requests from Morocco? (herbs and spices - good for amulets? - or rose/jasmine oil, or ... whatever - do you collect a particular type of whatnot? Just don't say 'two-foot high pottery lamp bases' *g*. Could do that when we flew with a 'normal' airline but these low-cost ones tend to be picky about large extra bags *g*.
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Well shucks! That puts paid to my plan to mail myself to Moorrooccoo and have you bring me back to The Land of Humorless Bankers! (They probably wouldn't appreciate my brand of humor, anyroad....)
My once-a-month cleaning ladies are always admiratious of that woven (aqua) lace table-runner you sent once. That graces a buffet which holds a dustcatching display of family photos. I love that gentle colour against the warm cherrywood.
How about another such delicacy, perhaps in peach or coral or the colour which twangles your soul at the moment? Or even a calendar with Morroccan street/market scenes?? As neither KiwiMan and I have been to that part of the world, and probably never will be, it would be enlightening to see some of what you and Sir see. (I am a pleb, I know, and proud of it at times.)
Hugs for the road, squeaks for the giddiness!
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::Sorry for grammatical error, cowering under table edge::
...Neither KiwiMan nor I has been....
Don't you hate it when those slips creep into writing (or is it creeps which slip into writing)??
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