(there was a car accident and the tow truck was loading the car on my side of the road, so I waited until the tray had finished moving, but apparently the policeman had been motioning me forward to the other side of the road at the time and he thought I was just gawking at the accident)
Sunday, February 28, 2010
Friday, February 26, 2010
Avast
I foolishly decided to sleep in this morning, so now my neck is hurting again - sigh
Strange dreams - the wooden spears from the program on Neanderthals made an appearance whilst we were trying to break into a warehouse around 9:30 ish. I lived in a much nicer house, but all my neighbours were nuts and the cats got out. There was some kind of emergency which required digging a trench in the yard of the deserted house next door to me and they were all tramping through my house gossiping about eachother. One of the neighbours had lost his goat and was blaming his cat for his misfortune.
I decided to get out of bed before my dream-self was forced to mount a raid to rescue the allegedly goat harassing cat from the clutches of its large, simple-minded owner intent on revenge.
Besides I have a mission for today. I have to fill in my participation record and drop it off at Centrelink and advise them I have a months temp work starting Monday. Prevarication is unacceptable (as it will mean I would miss out on my lone partial New Start Allowance payment which I need to get me through until my first fortnightly pay)
Avaunt!
Strange dreams - the wooden spears from the program on Neanderthals made an appearance whilst we were trying to break into a warehouse around 9:30 ish. I lived in a much nicer house, but all my neighbours were nuts and the cats got out. There was some kind of emergency which required digging a trench in the yard of the deserted house next door to me and they were all tramping through my house gossiping about eachother. One of the neighbours had lost his goat and was blaming his cat for his misfortune.
I decided to get out of bed before my dream-self was forced to mount a raid to rescue the allegedly goat harassing cat from the clutches of its large, simple-minded owner intent on revenge.
Besides I have a mission for today. I have to fill in my participation record and drop it off at Centrelink and advise them I have a months temp work starting Monday. Prevarication is unacceptable (as it will mean I would miss out on my lone partial New Start Allowance payment which I need to get me through until my first fortnightly pay)
Avaunt!
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Walking carefully through
Alcohol is a wonderful thing.
I wiped myself out last night, changed my pillow and voila ... I wake without pain. I have avoided the evil lounge chair just to be on the safe side and am sitting terribly proper. Like I have a stick up my arse.
I have confirmation on the months temp work and start Monday. In a two or three weeks time when my first pay comes through I shall be able to go out for Saturday breakfast again like I used too, though perhaps I shouldn't? Perhaps I should squirrel money away for later. That would be sensible. I am rarely sensible.
I wonder what it would be like to be sensible? An orderly existence. I would probably own a house by now and not as many cats. Probably I would have been married to Geoffrey for the last fifteen years and be struggling with moody teenage children.
I wonder if I would have let them paint their rooms black?
I wiped myself out last night, changed my pillow and voila ... I wake without pain. I have avoided the evil lounge chair just to be on the safe side and am sitting terribly proper. Like I have a stick up my arse.
I have confirmation on the months temp work and start Monday. In a two or three weeks time when my first pay comes through I shall be able to go out for Saturday breakfast again like I used too, though perhaps I shouldn't? Perhaps I should squirrel money away for later. That would be sensible. I am rarely sensible.
I wonder what it would be like to be sensible? An orderly existence. I would probably own a house by now and not as many cats. Probably I would have been married to Geoffrey for the last fifteen years and be struggling with moody teenage children.
I wonder if I would have let them paint their rooms black?
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Flappy hand wave
It is 2 pm on a Tuesday and I am a little tipsy. My neck wouldn't stop hurting, so I scootered over to my brother-in-laws to drink his wine.
I feel a great deal better now :)
It is currently 31 degrees and 66% humidity. It is raining a bit at night, just to make things nice and steamy during the day. The sun is shining. There are fluffy white clouds in the sky. I woke briefly at dawn to a window of peach deliciousness. So beautiful.
Peaseblossom has taken to sharpening his claws on my book of the complete works of Shakespeare (given to me by my Uncle Sidney when I was nine or ten after I waxed enthusiastic after getting to see a version of Midsummer Nights Dream one day when I was home sick - I think Judie Dench was in it). A judgment on me perhaps, for naming him after a fairy? He is a delightfully muscular cat and I patted him into a helpless dribbling ball of fluff this morning. I've had quite a snugly feline friendly morning.
I am re-reading Tom Holt's "Only Human" and listening to 'Watch Me Disappear' as I go to sleep at nights.
I had a moment yesterday whilst knitting the latest scarf - I imagined I was wearing the completed version and somebody had complimented it and I replied 'yes it's lovely isn't it? I skinned a muppet" and at their look of disbelieve I explained 'well, a few muppets' and then went on with ' oh but don't worry - they were feral muppets. something had to be done. they were eating all the raisons'.
I feel a great deal better now :)
It is currently 31 degrees and 66% humidity. It is raining a bit at night, just to make things nice and steamy during the day. The sun is shining. There are fluffy white clouds in the sky. I woke briefly at dawn to a window of peach deliciousness. So beautiful.
Peaseblossom has taken to sharpening his claws on my book of the complete works of Shakespeare (given to me by my Uncle Sidney when I was nine or ten after I waxed enthusiastic after getting to see a version of Midsummer Nights Dream one day when I was home sick - I think Judie Dench was in it). A judgment on me perhaps, for naming him after a fairy? He is a delightfully muscular cat and I patted him into a helpless dribbling ball of fluff this morning. I've had quite a snugly feline friendly morning.
I am re-reading Tom Holt's "Only Human" and listening to 'Watch Me Disappear' as I go to sleep at nights.
I had a moment yesterday whilst knitting the latest scarf - I imagined I was wearing the completed version and somebody had complimented it and I replied 'yes it's lovely isn't it? I skinned a muppet" and at their look of disbelieve I explained 'well, a few muppets' and then went on with ' oh but don't worry - they were feral muppets. something had to be done. they were eating all the raisons'.
Monday, February 22, 2010
Hello
Dearly Beloved
I have had a most miserable weekend. Something wrong with my neck - possibly just arthritis messing me about, but perhaps it's my pillow? - causing nasty sick headaches that make my eyes feel crossed. Only solution is to take pills, grab an icepack, retire to bed and wait for it to pass. I've spent the entire weekend in bed with a pillow over my eyes.
So for this reason I decided now was a good time to give up caffeine. If I am going to have a headache anyway, it seems reasonable to get it all over and done with at once, ey? I've been decaf since Saturday morning. yay me
I used to give up stuff all the time. Or perhaps periodically is a more appropriate word. For months or more at a time, just to get back into control and prove I didn't need it, whatever the it was. Softdrink. Coffee. Lollies. Whatever. (or possibly this is just a sign of commitment phobia)
Not alcohol though, because I didn't start drinking until my mid-twenties when I was ceasing to be able to deal with living with my mother with any vague vestige of grace.
I went through a brief period as a child where I was a bit obsessive compulsive. Not that anybody else noticed. All about balance. If I walked one foot on pavement and the other on grass, I would have to do a little hop skip backwards so that I could walk the grass foot on the pavement and the pavement foot on the grass. I think I was only 6 or 7 at the time.
I hated the feeling of being a slave to such a silly urge and got cranky with myself and stopped. I've been a bit anal about the feeling of needing things since.
Which brings me round to advising that perfidious lentil lover Dan Kelly has posted another blog.
sigh - he gives good blog.
(there always seems to be a bit missing when i type that word - be-love-er-ed is more how I say it)
I have had a most miserable weekend. Something wrong with my neck - possibly just arthritis messing me about, but perhaps it's my pillow? - causing nasty sick headaches that make my eyes feel crossed. Only solution is to take pills, grab an icepack, retire to bed and wait for it to pass. I've spent the entire weekend in bed with a pillow over my eyes.
So for this reason I decided now was a good time to give up caffeine. If I am going to have a headache anyway, it seems reasonable to get it all over and done with at once, ey? I've been decaf since Saturday morning. yay me
I used to give up stuff all the time. Or perhaps periodically is a more appropriate word. For months or more at a time, just to get back into control and prove I didn't need it, whatever the it was. Softdrink. Coffee. Lollies. Whatever. (or possibly this is just a sign of commitment phobia)
Not alcohol though, because I didn't start drinking until my mid-twenties when I was ceasing to be able to deal with living with my mother with any vague vestige of grace.
I went through a brief period as a child where I was a bit obsessive compulsive. Not that anybody else noticed. All about balance. If I walked one foot on pavement and the other on grass, I would have to do a little hop skip backwards so that I could walk the grass foot on the pavement and the pavement foot on the grass. I think I was only 6 or 7 at the time.
I hated the feeling of being a slave to such a silly urge and got cranky with myself and stopped. I've been a bit anal about the feeling of needing things since.
Which brings me round to advising that perfidious lentil lover Dan Kelly has posted another blog.
sigh - he gives good blog.
Friday, February 19, 2010
***SCREAMS IN HORROR***
oh god! I did send a second comment that time and now it is up on the myspace blog - I'd hoped I'd just imagined them both - (I'd been surfing the net under the influence) - i take it all back - i don't want dan kelly as a brother-in-law anymore - I want to smack him up the back of the head instead - it was clearly a comment that needed deleting
aye currumba
*retreats muttering* and people are always saying how nice he is bah I say bah
Musing
Dear Madame Kettle,
As instructed I stopped in to have a gawk at Mr Kelly's feature in Frankie. Isn't that an utterly spiffy shirt he is wearing? I fell in-love with it when I was looking for reviews of their gig at the Toff on the 16th. sigh - I want it bad.
Upon reading the little piece with it, I concluded that I'd adore to have him as a brother-in-law - if only I had more sisters!.
He would balance out my other roast cooking brother-in-law. I'd have one that boils potatoes and then deep fries them instead of roasting them in the oven (cause they get a crispier skin that way) and makes gravy from scratch (he deep fried me some bacon once) and then one that cooks healthy organic ethically correct food that one wouldn't feel guilty about mooching because ... well I am not sure yet, but I expect one could come up with a supporting argument.
I shall rouse on my little brother the next time I see him for turning out the wrong gender.
I've been trying to think, but I don't think I've ever eaten muesli? I think I've eaten a muesli bar once.
Also, if he were my brother-in-law I would be within my rights to steal his shirts. My Aunty Claire was always trying to steal my Uncle Sid's shirts. (I have one, but I didn't steal it. He gave it to me when he got a little to portly for it. Sadly I am now becoming a little too portly for it too and should probably pass it on as it is a fab shirt, but I am a greedy little black duck and that is totally not going to happen.)
As instructed I stopped in to have a gawk at Mr Kelly's feature in Frankie. Isn't that an utterly spiffy shirt he is wearing? I fell in-love with it when I was looking for reviews of their gig at the Toff on the 16th. sigh - I want it bad.
Upon reading the little piece with it, I concluded that I'd adore to have him as a brother-in-law - if only I had more sisters!.
He would balance out my other roast cooking brother-in-law. I'd have one that boils potatoes and then deep fries them instead of roasting them in the oven (cause they get a crispier skin that way) and makes gravy from scratch (he deep fried me some bacon once) and then one that cooks healthy organic ethically correct food that one wouldn't feel guilty about mooching because ... well I am not sure yet, but I expect one could come up with a supporting argument.
I shall rouse on my little brother the next time I see him for turning out the wrong gender.
I've been trying to think, but I don't think I've ever eaten muesli? I think I've eaten a muesli bar once.
Also, if he were my brother-in-law I would be within my rights to steal his shirts. My Aunty Claire was always trying to steal my Uncle Sid's shirts. (I have one, but I didn't steal it. He gave it to me when he got a little to portly for it. Sadly I am now becoming a little too portly for it too and should probably pass it on as it is a fab shirt, but I am a greedy little black duck and that is totally not going to happen.)
(Uncle Sid when he was skinny, Dad, Mum, Aunty Mary? maybe - I can only tell them apart when I have all five of them photographed together (younger photos of them that is - I can tell them apart at present)
I've just been applying for jobs with a dash and devil-may-care attitude - all sorts of jobs - ones I am probably not exactly qualified for - I even emailed a firm of solicitors and I swore I'd never work in a legal firm ever again. I think it was a reaction to the guilt I am feeling for sleeping in until nearly midday.
Can't get "The Devil in Me" by "Augie March out of my head - not that I am displeased by this in anyway - it is a gorgeous song.
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