I handed in the last essay of my undergraduate career two hours ago, and I'm feeling a little lost.
It's also my dad's 50th today, and he's arriving at my house in something less than half an hour. A big family thing is planned in Canberra later this week, in the fleeting twenty four hours between me handing in my thesis proposal (no, I don't have one yet) and my sister going to Brisbane for some precious debating thing. In the meantime, it's just him and me.
Yesterday I bought a tiny cake and the skinniest candles I could find. This morning, while not doing my essay, I invested some quality time in sticking 50 of the little buggers into the cake. I'd assumed it would be difficult to fit all 50 on (seriously, 50? that's ancient!), and so I put them in really close together. Next thing I knew, I had three candles left and only half the cake. Maybe fifty isn't so ridiculously old as I thought ... (I told my mum that. She said that she used to think fifty was ancient, but that it's seeming less ancient all the time.)
I also phoned to book the aerobatic flight my mum and I are buying him for the occasion.
"Hi, my name's Beck, I'm phoning to enquire about booking an aerobatic flight as a gift for my dad? I've been looking at your website - can I just clarify a few things?"
"Sure, ask away, love."
"Okay, well - with the helmet that you mention on the site? Would my dad have to wear it?"
"Well, yes, it is necessary. It holds the microphone and stuff, and with all the wind up there ..."
"Ah, right. That, um, well, that may be a problem ..."
"How come, love?"
"Well ... my dad, he, ah, he has a rather large head."
"The helmets are pretty big."
"No, he has an abnormally large head. He has his hats specially made. He did find a bike helmet to fit him, but that was luck, more than anything else ..."
"Oh. Um. I'm not sure what to do about that. [she puts her hand over the phone] Oi! Dave! This bloke's got an abnormally large head! Whadda we do?"
Anyhow, it was eventually figured out that all that could be done would be to book the flight in a closed cabin plane. And so I did. And then I phoned my mum to do impressions for her.
"Oi! Dave!"
It's also my dad's 50th today, and he's arriving at my house in something less than half an hour. A big family thing is planned in Canberra later this week, in the fleeting twenty four hours between me handing in my thesis proposal (no, I don't have one yet) and my sister going to Brisbane for some precious debating thing. In the meantime, it's just him and me.
Yesterday I bought a tiny cake and the skinniest candles I could find. This morning, while not doing my essay, I invested some quality time in sticking 50 of the little buggers into the cake. I'd assumed it would be difficult to fit all 50 on (seriously, 50? that's ancient!), and so I put them in really close together. Next thing I knew, I had three candles left and only half the cake. Maybe fifty isn't so ridiculously old as I thought ... (I told my mum that. She said that she used to think fifty was ancient, but that it's seeming less ancient all the time.)
I also phoned to book the aerobatic flight my mum and I are buying him for the occasion.
"Hi, my name's Beck, I'm phoning to enquire about booking an aerobatic flight as a gift for my dad? I've been looking at your website - can I just clarify a few things?"
"Sure, ask away, love."
"Okay, well - with the helmet that you mention on the site? Would my dad have to wear it?"
"Well, yes, it is necessary. It holds the microphone and stuff, and with all the wind up there ..."
"Ah, right. That, um, well, that may be a problem ..."
"How come, love?"
"Well ... my dad, he, ah, he has a rather large head."
"The helmets are pretty big."
"No, he has an abnormally large head. He has his hats specially made. He did find a bike helmet to fit him, but that was luck, more than anything else ..."
"Oh. Um. I'm not sure what to do about that. [she puts her hand over the phone] Oi! Dave! This bloke's got an abnormally large head! Whadda we do?"
Anyhow, it was eventually figured out that all that could be done would be to book the flight in a closed cabin plane. And so I did. And then I phoned my mum to do impressions for her.
"Oi! Dave!"
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