Boxing Day

One cider down and a glass of rose in hand
Parent busy in sister's kitchen
Frozen prawns defrosted
Bowls of water with lemon to rinse hands
Salad
Don't eat seafood myself
Probably should eat something
Base for the booze
Didn't buy a wading pool this year to dangle feet into whilst sitting on verandah
Beautiful sunny day
Light breeze
Humidity not too much above 50 percent, I don't think
Saw a flock of black cockatoo grazing on the ground in the park this morning
Sister's cat curled up in her underwear drawer and resisting relocation with fang and claw
Cricket on telly
Leftover ham from yesterday perhaps?
Snow would be weird
Suppose could fill bucket with water for feet?
Fresh passionfruit from the vine
Don't like passionfruit either
Nor mango
Crates of them on the verandah
Rose goes down rather fast
Ibis flapping around skin from yesterdays ham
stolen from compost heap
like dog playing tug-of-war
trying to break off a piece
hahahahahahaha if only you could see this

15/1/14 - Yo Alex, Still haven't replaced my computer,see :) Leading a strange womb like existence. Scooter fixed, but not successfully. Going back in again on 24th. This weird public access computer does not let me comment on my own blog? lol

Argh

Cat knocked glass of wine over onto laptop and died it.

Pretty blonde woman backed into scooter and crushed front bit.  Scooter has been in shop for last week.

Last night I appear to have walked in my sleep and for some reason taken inside tabby cat outside and outside tabby cat inside, and thus causing lingering trauma to black inside kitty who did not understand why tabby cat was suddenly hissing and spitting and growling at her all night when previously she had gotten on so well with a tabby cat.

Black inside cat is now hissing and growling at returned inside tabby cat and also holding me responsible and hissing and spitting and slashing at me whenever I come near her.

2013 is a strange year so far.

I am rereading Perfect Skin by Nick Earls and rediscovering how much I like it and belly-laughing out loud on public transport again, which is something only he has ever made me do

14/3/13 - Shopping Centre computer not letting me make comments.

ZigZag Street is funniest. Not hurt. Just surprised, and late and inept at finding horn on scooter because I've never used it.

Ride through the Park

with bees

This is actually at my sisters house, where I ended up after my ride.

This loriket was as curious about what I was doing, as I was about what it was doing

And of course, whilst on the ride through the park before work I discovered my scooter was dripping fuel from underneath and I am without transport for the next week and a half or so.  I have my fingers crossed that it won't be expensive to fix.

*shakes fist at 2013 and mutters bastard*

January 2013

things are quiet

the usual post-christmas tensions nibble away at my tentative, timid new year optimism

short haircut lovely, but terribly similar to mothers

heat and humidity sap good intentions and resolve to indulge in domestic godesstry is overturned with a swap to the other side of the pillow and a sleep in till eleven

i would feel better for raisin toast, but it is so hard not to order eggs benedict

everything is green and lush and some afternoons I scooter through the park before work 

i pass flocks of red tailed black cockatoos grazing and magpie geese bathing in puddles

a wash of green and pink lotus flowers cover the ponds

there used to be a small animal enclosure here with kangaroos and wallabies and emus and birds but now i can't quite remember which spot where it was situated

i am tired and melancholy and rereading old familiar favourites and watching already seen dvds again and again and when i drift into daydream i imagine sad things happening

i have planted seeds in the garden

warm summer rain soaked my shoes

the breeze after dried off my shirt as i sipped coffee at the cafe

it stopped raining as soon as i bought an umbrella

(the spell check is suggesting "destroyer" as an alternative to "goddestry" - lol - like, dude, stop with the negatives waves man)

Friday night

Tried not to be early. 
Drifted in about 7.30 ish. 
By time first support "Drawn by Bees" played there were some where between  50 to 80 people there, maybe?
They were lovely and if I wasn't broke I'd have bought their cd too, though there was just a little too much whistling in a row for me.  The harmonies were lovely and the main singers hair very straight and yet somehow also sort of fluffy.

Mr Noga was delightful as ever (and funny and gorgeous and wonderful) and I wish he'd stop walking past me unexpectedly.  I nearly fell over this time.  I probably looked like I was staggering drunk or something and I was unfairly sober.  I only had two drinks at the start of the evening and they weren't particularly alcoholic.  The venue was selling drink tokens.  3 for $10!!!! which is just enough tokens for a glass of wine or a corona - damnit.  And if you want to buy just one token, they charged $4.  All I ask is just a slight forewarning so I can try and suck some of my stomach in.  Is that too much to ask?

By the time Mr Perkins came on the crowd had built to maybe 200ish maybe a bit more.

I was completely and utterly convinced Mr Perkins would only have a couple of the band with him and was beside myself with delight to see they were all there.  sigh Joel Silbersher gibber gibber gibber and I may be just a bit in love with Mr Owens now too.  Is there a limit to the number of musicians one is allowed to be devoted too?  Am I becoming just a little indiscriminate?

People were starting to drift away about half way through their set.  Lots of mature aged fans there and some large hairy tattooed individuals who were hanging out for Beast of Bourbon songs.  Lady with big blonde hair and white linen trousers dancing in airy arm sinuous waves.  Husband in fifties dragging shy wife up front of the band to dance, who would only stand behind the speakers where she wasn't so visible.  Men dancing! In manly ways.  Other men not the clapping or dancing type standing at the back of the room with intermitant trips to the bar.  Tried to talk the security guard into letting them go upstairs, which was chained off.  They didn't seem to want to stand near the other people
attending.  Some very odd men who would just wander about, stand somewhere for a bit,
and than wander about again?  Woman discretely invades stage and dance about next to Mr Perkins. Joel Silbersher has the cutist pout when he is playing.  Thought I heard some snap and crackle towards the end from a piece of equipment that I couldn't actually see, but perhaps I imagined it.  Think crowd numbers were down to the 150ish mark by end of evening. However, that is their loss.  It was great night and Mr Perkins was very funny.  I hope someone posts footage of his interpretive airy arm waving dancing.  Or at least the buttock grab.

The establishment gave away two tickets to everybody there for Jeff Martin next week.

I apologise

I have been in a stupid mindset of late and I don't have a letter "T" on my keyboard since I made a last minute grab at a cat as it lept on board in an attempt to reclaim my attention from the little screen.  Typing with a t is an exercise in determination at present, which is a state/forte/emotion? I am somewhat lacking.

I have a stupid amount of cats and they have been boarded at my sisters for the last couple of mouths whilst my landlord has been doing work around the flat.

My rent increase notification arrived today and I am not sure I can actually afford it and am therefore swamped with depressed thoughts about homeless bagladydom or having most of my pets put down and begging room and rest for one or two at relatives probably over-stretched tolerance.

Am rather wishing I had not decreed November to be no alcohol month and indeed am very close to chucking the whole idea out on its ear.  What was I thinking?

Well I know what I was thinking.  I was thinking I might manage to stay under 90 kilos with clothes &  shoes on, perhaps even in the afternoon and due to have my period.  Two whole days of the scales saying 89.6 or 7 got me feeling all ambitious.

7:30 1/11/12:  feeling less hysterical about the whole thing this morning, though will definately need to make economies and be disciplined and planned about everything I do come next year.  The emergency fund is more necessary now, that's all and the wall-phone is sadly going to have to go..

too much information?

Now that I am a larger person than I was, when I am on the toilet and can't actually see the toilet I am sitting on - just my legs and the shirt that I am wearing - I get disorientated and its like my brain doesn't really believe the toilet is there.  It try's to tell me that actually I am pissing on the floor.  However, I know this isn't true, but the brain is adamant and I come over a bit dizzy, kind of.

Not really dizzy, but a bit, sort of.  Like those days when I am walking about and feel taller than usual for no reason at all.

I hope other people have days when they feel taller.  It's sort of pleasant.
Happily I never have days when I feel shorter.
I wouldn't like that at all.