Sherrinford

My favourite accidental call was when I was working nights. During the day I’d have my phone on silent, as I was sleeping.

Someone kept leaving me messages that I would get when I woke up. Thickest country accent a man could have. “Hiya Bill we done git them hay bales all dun up fer ya sae i’ yeh wanna come on daen here we git them hay bales.”

The caller ID said Indiana. I look up what time it is there, and it’s definitely too late to call back.

I continued to get messages like this every couple of days for about a week, always to Bill. I felt rather bad because the man was obviously getting a little worried about his friend.

“Hiya Bill y’all okay daen there? Only we still git yer hay bales and I hain’t been getting any news from yeh so we’re all wonderin’, hev a great day.”

Finally my day off, and I set an alarm specifically to call back IndianaMan and let him know he has a wrong number. And I remember wanting to adopt the man, honestly.

“‘lo?”
“Um… yeah, hi, my name is —-, I just wanted to tell you that you have the wrong number for Bill, you’ve been calling me instead.”
“Oh! Oh, darlin’, I am so sorry- gettin’ strange phone calls frum a strange ol’ man- I am so sorry, I will fix that straight off, I am- so Bill’s not been gettin’ mah calls?” A short pause, and then uproarious laughter. “—-, yeh just saved me a world of worry, I’ll find the right number, don’t yeh fret, I won’t be calling yeh no more, thank yeh.”
“You’re welcome. Tell Bill hello.”
“I will! I’ll tell him! Yeh have a good day.”

I’ve never heard someone who sounded so happy, and when he realised his friend was okay he sounded so incredibly relieved. I hope Bill appreciates his friend.

took an exam
still feeling ill
got halfway through, realised I was using wrong constant, had to start over

took me two hours

Coming to terms with the loss of a friend is hard. Coming to terms with it when you have to face how much they used you is even harder. This week has not been an easy one.

An attitude of respectful courtliness???? Finely chiselled features???? DEAR LORD

There, standing in an attitude of respectful courtliness, with the sunshine playing upon his finely chiselled features, was Jeeves.

Excerpt From: P. G. Wodehouse. “Thank You, Jeeves.” iBooks.

I’m just in so much pain right now that I don’t even know what to feel

PF: You know how you say I’m a verbal processor, I need to verbally process things?

Me: Yeah…?

PF: Let me process this. *begins rant.*

I mean, that’s literally how the book starts, I have no editing power in this one whatsoever

NOW, touching this business of old Jeeves – my man, you know – how do we stand? Lots of people think I’m much too dependent on him. My Aunt Agatha, in fact, has even gone so far as to call him my keeper. Well, what I say is: Why not? The man’s a genius.

Excerpt From: Wodehouse, P.G. “Carry On, Jeeves.”

Tabanus atratus, so far as I can tell. This guy was giant!