Farewell 2019 Greetings 2020

Fare thee well year ...
With all your foolish virtual self harming thoughts
Punishing maybes
And
Possibilities

I hear the echos of fucks
That resound from blocks away
Both joyous
And
Not

A new year

A year that was not anything
A year that passed in a heart beat
A year in which the heart seemed to beat too much
Too fast
And sometimes not at all

It all evened out in the end
And counted for nothing

I am not sure the year counted at all
It cetainly didn't really feel like it happened

Some things are more 'more' than they were
But some are less?

Some closer to death
But i feel more distant

Mum had a stroke
Dad has Alzheimers
The house a street away sounds like a jolly domestic
Which is all very confusing

I think i feel more positive?
Determined
Less plastic

Mums is mostly herself
Just tires easily
Dad is sedated

Turning eleven of the clock
and only three or four houses are loud now
Happy louds
Wa heys and woos
Instead of ings

Its amazing how far an ing carries.

Further than embers

I am on the cooking channel
I am reading a childrens book
I am trying not to think about my life

It almost would be a relief to watch the bushfire news
(Which is a silly selfish thought)
(And both true and untrue at the same time)
(I am not so selfabsorbed as to trump tragedy)
(But selfabsorbed enough to fancy it for awhile)

Which makes me flash back to a scene from Grosse Point Blank
What an awesome film that was
... for a while ...

My new years resolution...
... apart from quitting alcohol,
Eating healthy,
Exercising and loosing weight) ...
Is to watch Grosse Point Blank on a regular basis
And attempt to learn the words off by heart!

I don't expect it to make me a more complete being

Probably I'd have to watch Lady Hawke for that, ay?

Edit:  you know it really drives me nuts when I can't work out what people are saying!  I refuse to put on dark clothing and crawl closer to their house just to hear. Why! Why did I not invest in one of them there cheap directional devices!  This happens every year.

Okay Fuckit!!!
That is my new NEW years resolution!
Directional fucking listening devices!

Fucking drives me nuts!

Ing ing ing ing ing

Edit edit:  and now all the neighbour hoood dogs are taking turns to bark.

And i can hear weird crashing fence noises
Close by ...
... but take reassurence in that they reported arresting the man in my neighbourhood this morning responsibe for a violent home invasion and crime spree, not really, argh!

Did i mention i missed most of 'Dinner for one'?
I love that show
I watch it every year
You should google it

Try and drink along with it, ha ha
Its a challenge!

They have been wooing periodically for hours
I just wish they sounded happier about it.

Twenty minutes to go.

Edit edit edit:  did i tell you already?  One of my first employers clients told my boss i sounded like a dead horse on the phone.  He called me into his office and made me practice sounding more cheerful.  He randomly called into the office over the next few weeks and after I'd answered the call would bark "SOUND MORE CHEERFUL".

This is what i want to tell the house a block away.

Twelve minutes too go

Edit efit editititditargh for heavens sake! Its still five mintes to go and they satarted the countdown to early and mucked it up counting down from ten to five.  Far ou brussel sprout.

Okay now they are wooing again.
They got the time right cause they can hear the fireworks going off in the distance...

... HAPPY NEW YEAR CUNTS     WOOO HOOO!!!!!!  ....

Lord Whiffle-Trout

Some neighbour or other is letting his dog run loose and rampaging.

He has nearly caught poor Springbok Bone Breaker, the Destroyer (aka my cat) twice in my own yard.

I have stepped barefoot in dog shit once.

I've bought collar and lead and intend to buy unchewable cord in the near future so as I can chain him up for temporary periods when I want my cats to come home unmolested.

He is a rather lovely dog under non cat conditions, and he is totally getting a bath tomorrow or Sunday with some nice vanilla scented doggie shampoo.

My hands were practically black last time I petted him.

Awww man!

I think i need to buy a dog house with mosquito netting or a door between the laundry and kitchen.

George is curled up on my outdoor sofa wot is in the carport pending me ordering another skip for a clean out, since our local council don't do hard rubbish pickups.

I put my rain coat over him to help keep the mosi's away.

I feel sooo guilty.

Saturday confessions

Friday night out was ... nice.  I stayed till 9 or 10. They even let me get a word in edgewise now and then 😄

Host has no idea how rough as guts she is. Amongst the 'ings, she is really nice. More nice than i am. She is more action orientated.  She does things. Or at least, invites people over so she can do things. She is a hairdresser who hates hairdressers. Washing the hair of a cancer patient who can't lift their arms high enough to wash their own hair and refusing payment.

She is little, and beautiful and wears too much makeup and if she is in a bad mood assumes and vocalises the worst about people. To say it, you have to think it first, which is my most impeniterable (sorry, i am useless without spellcheck) barrier to liking her.

I am ashamedly amused when people get up her for calling them sweetie and darling.

She is putty in the hands of her children, who are so much nicer too eachother than I expect, and wish she didn't swear sooooooo much when speaking around them.

People are confusing and I much rather hanging around my cats.