Buy Me a CoffeeToday is a day for looking for things. I misplaced my glasses, and didn't think I found them because they turned up underneath the spares' case and that's what threw me off from believing they were my 'real' glasses and not a surprise set of not-my-current-prescription spares.
On the plus side, my floor is a little bit cleaner now. A little bit.
My next search for a thing was the surprise revelation that the long dustpan was missing its matching broom. That thing is still not found, but I did use a different broom to sweep up the pasta I spilled.
Then it was looking for my ritual measuring cups that I use for my bread-related nonsense so I could go feed Wilson, my wholemeal sourdough starter.
All of this is preamble for looking for Spandek profile corrugated iron so I can replace one panel of the catio roof with something that might just last a bit longer than the plastic.
There's several issues with the catio roof. The plastic panels are mostly okay, but one panel continuously gets wrecked by the wind. A bit of metal may not tear so readily, BUT... try finding a bit of corrugated metal sheet that matches the angular corrugation of my plastic sheets.
[Shown here: The angular profile of Spandek corrugation]
All the corrugated metal at Bunnings was a sin wave. Spandek is not. I was told to look up the manufacturer. Good news - they had a list of retailers. Bad news - I didn't know I was looking at the wrong list of retailers.
I visited two of those in person, mistakenly referring to spandek as 'stendeck' for the duration. Of course nobody had the stuff. And since the next nearest alleged purveyor on my erroneous list was twenty kilometers away, I figured I'd do the grand ring-around during my spare hours today.
And this afternoon? I get my heels therapeutically jack-hammered before I go on parkrun, tomorrow.
I might have the metal next week. And somewhere in the midst, I need to schedule a day to help out MeMum with stuff and things.
One of my mentees is in the middle of delivering a fresh new human, I need to get on the blower with employment agencies on Chaos' behalf, I want to find the time and the courage to work on Pseuducku, I have a book to finish, I have to find the time and the courage to pitch again... and all I want to do is snuggle somewhere comfortable while a big burly bloke carefully kneads all the knots out of my shoulders because I've been sleeping tense.
This is why I didn't want to get out of bed this morning. I need better motivation than "nobody else is going to do it."
Powers find me some way to have a secretary who can do all the pitching for me. But for that I need an income capable of paying some nice organised person a fair and competing wage. And for that I need money from my writing career. And for that I need to sell a firkin book.
Ugh.
Let's begin with what I can do... my offerings.