Tag Archives: home life

An unbelievable coincidence

29 Aug

On the way to lunch yesterday, I was chatting with a colleague and learnt she’s moving house this Friday to a tiny town I used to live in back in 2004. Pretty soon in the conversation we found out she’s moving exactly in the house I was in! How odd is that?!

I found out that my yucca is still there, healthy, right in front of the living room windows. I had inherited this yucca years ago, in 2000, I think, when a former W3C colleague left for the US and A. This yucca followed me in all the houses I’ve been in since then (5 different houses) and I left it in the garden of this house when I left. It was obviously in an ideal spot. When my ex moved out of the house a few months ago, he didn’t have the heart to unearth the yucca. My colleague will take good care of it, I’m certain.

I also found out that my garden dwarf is still there! Well, it’s now in the basement and she’s more than happy to give it back to me. What a coincidence! I’m still marvelling at it.

This dwarf also has a story. I received it as a birthday gift in 2002, a joke that I deeply enjoyed. Actually it’s a birthday gift that I shared with my ex boyfriend and when I left, I left the garden dwarf, Gringoire. I thought he had left the house with him. Gringoire must be far less shiny now and his colours must have worn off a bit. I’ll see soon.

Update 05sep2007: Indeed, far less shiny with worn out colours, but it’s Gringoire, all right!

My garden dwarf and I

My garden dwarf and I

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Chaetophobia

29 Apr
I was reminded of a phobia that I have had for as long as I remember. I meant to look the word up and Amy found it: Chaetophobia, the fear of hair. I don’t know how to pronounce it, but I can certainly describe my own version of the phobia.

When I was a kid and my mum was bathing me, I was terrified of floating hair in the water. So I already had long hair at the time. I remember curling up as far as I could from these long, threatening, floating and offensive threats. My word was “thread”, as in “there is a thread”. My mother had to remove the floating “thread(s)” from the water.

Now I don’t curl up so much, but I’m still really bugged by the occasional strand(s) of detached hair. A lot.

I don’t mind attached hair at all. How funny to make the distinction.

o-ring

30 Mar
The o-ring of my Bialetti moka express maker changed shaped last night. It’s no longer usable. For a few month it had been “moribund” but usable. And I *used* it. Average of 3 pots per day.

I have had this Bialetti coffee maker for 2 years, now. I got is second (at least) hand, in New-Zealand, early in the trip.

I am attached to this coffee maker, for a number of reasons. So I will resume looking for a spankin’ new o-ring. Last time I tried, a few months ago, I wasn’t so successful. I almost purchased a whole set in the shop of a purveyor of Italian goods and delicacies in Roslindale. They didn’t have the 4-cup model. Otherwhise I’d have got it just for the ring.

Update:I found o-rings in France, I brought them with me, and I’m happy to report they fit perfectly. I think it’s neat.

Apple crumble

11 Feb
Apple crumble could very well be my favourite food. That, and crepes.

I made my first ever apple crumble last night. I tried to remember how Chaals made it.
I don’t think I got it as right, but it was pretty good.

Tonight we’re making crepes.