... is my favourite ABC short teaser eva.
During this transistion (where has my spellcheck gone X 2) I contemplate making a mixed tape for my sister. Songs that cheer you up, ay?
I bullied her into downloading an Augie March album for me one time. Really, they would have thanked (non-existant) God never to here me utter their name again. (Really I'm not joking, where has my spellcheck gone!!!!!!)
But she did it anyway.
She was going through a bad patch at work.
Possibly the first time ever to be in an unfair situation because her employer was delusional/nuts.
Pennywhistle made her feel happy, even when she was contemplating taking prescription drugs to cope with depression.
So it totally has to be on it.
Besides, I love it and it makes me feel happy too.
Also, i was thinking, Walking on Sunshine.
And who can go past 'I hate Mondays' and the great song of indifference, but what else? Even though they ain't really particularly cheerful. (But I think topucal,considerating the situation)
Butterfly ball?
The Entertainer?
I'm a bit stuck.
I don't know many happy songs, off the top of my head.
You can't half tell I'm watching the Countdown spectacular as I write this.
No, love is in the air is nice and lovely, but hardly appropriate.
Zan looks so lovely.
Go....osh, I wish I had something more to drink.
This is the first time I've been up this late in years.
Blue skies? Willy Nelson
Bah ...
I can hear the fireworks, but can't see them.
Happy New Year
Sunday, December 31, 2017
This morning ...
... I went to Bunnings and spent my birthday voucher on some plants and then took some photos at my sisters house of some chickens and a peacock and then put a hat on one of her cats.
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| This chicken has a nasty look |
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| So handsome and shiny |
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| This chicken pecks my toes |
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| Close up peacock grooming |
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| Unimpressed |
I sound like ...
... a nagging fishwife, as I scold Bokkie.
What kind of time do you call this? I say at 5.30 pm.
I came home early especially to spend some quality time with you and you weren't here.
I called and I called and I called.
Where were you! You have another family, don't you! I accuse.
You've found someone with airconditioning, I suppose.
I feed him a snack.
It is too early for dinner.
He gives my hand a nice little face rub and eats, as I stand with crossed arms and scowlling. Occasionally muttering discontentedly.
He finishes his snack and does his little musical thrill for attention.
I ask if he wants to come down?
(His feeding bowl is atop the old fridge I have yet to organise to be taken away).
He indicates he maybe wants to go out.
No way!
You just got here!
I haven't seen you all day!
I stand in front of the screen door with arms and legs spread to block it.
Nonononono.
No.
You can come to the bed and thats it.
What kind of time do you call this? I say at 5.30 pm.
I came home early especially to spend some quality time with you and you weren't here.
I called and I called and I called.
Where were you! You have another family, don't you! I accuse.
You've found someone with airconditioning, I suppose.
I feed him a snack.
It is too early for dinner.
He gives my hand a nice little face rub and eats, as I stand with crossed arms and scowlling. Occasionally muttering discontentedly.
He finishes his snack and does his little musical thrill for attention.
I ask if he wants to come down?
(His feeding bowl is atop the old fridge I have yet to organise to be taken away).
He indicates he maybe wants to go out.
No way!
You just got here!
I haven't seen you all day!
I stand in front of the screen door with arms and legs spread to block it.
Nonononono.
No.
You can come to the bed and thats it.
Friday, December 29, 2017
The cracks are starting to show ...
... first time of mothers visit i called on a sober driver for the evening. I am not coping with the continued explosure to parental presence.
Mother was in the kitchen sobbing over imagined slights by my eldest sister. Mother has been here since 6 January, but eldest is apparently still supposed to make a fuss of greeting her each time they meet even though they don't get on.
Maybe because they don't get on.
Sigh.
Plus we then played a game she was not participating in and she can't stand not being the centre of attention.
She seemed pretty cranky about watching a video featuring her grand-daughter, probably because she wasn't in it. We were boring her apparently. She is such an unnatural grandmother.
Some minor sledging earlier in the evening that I was cruel like my (eldest) sister because I crowed a little over being able to open the jar of garlic with my arthrtic joints when healthy people couldn't.
My (diseased) sister thinks things are going okay this visit, but thats cause mum is savaging people when she ain't around.
Tipsy mother is now advising me I am the go to person after my (diseased) sister is gone. (She really does not want to be at my mercy. I have none left for her.)
She was weird last night too, like she was tipping me off that others would be elsewhere this morning if I wanted to spend some alone time with my (diseased) sister. I think shes forgotten I live here?
I can see her Chop anytime I want.
Its not like she is dying in the next three days.
She isn't dying at all.
Barring unforseen complications.
Things are just going to be rather unpleasant for the next six/twelve months or so, with the possibility of recurrents down the track.
My spellcheck has disappeared.
I may have just indicated a repeat attack of dehydrated grapes.
I'm pretty sure I can take out a few wisened grapes if they get stropy.
I've already killed a grapevine without even trying.
I sup the juice of the grape like it be water.
I have got the grapes totally covered, be they wrathful or not.
Just not up to coping with my mother.
Don't know when she is going home.
She may be waiting for Choppys next set of tests.
PETscan and CT scan of brain, just to make sure is primary and not secondary.
Hopefully they happen next week.
Please let her go home soon.
Please!
Edit: funnily she never counts her boy children. If I had to chose someone other then Choppy, I'd chose my not so little, little brother. He is handsome, sucessful, thoughtful, organised and considerate. Mum only obsesses about the girls. Maybe, in her mind, the boys don't belong to her. Maybe she thinks of them as belonging to dad? But really, she has always been very dismissive of males in general.
Her loss, ay?
Mother was in the kitchen sobbing over imagined slights by my eldest sister. Mother has been here since 6 January, but eldest is apparently still supposed to make a fuss of greeting her each time they meet even though they don't get on.
Maybe because they don't get on.
Sigh.
Plus we then played a game she was not participating in and she can't stand not being the centre of attention.
She seemed pretty cranky about watching a video featuring her grand-daughter, probably because she wasn't in it. We were boring her apparently. She is such an unnatural grandmother.
Some minor sledging earlier in the evening that I was cruel like my (eldest) sister because I crowed a little over being able to open the jar of garlic with my arthrtic joints when healthy people couldn't.
My (diseased) sister thinks things are going okay this visit, but thats cause mum is savaging people when she ain't around.
Tipsy mother is now advising me I am the go to person after my (diseased) sister is gone. (She really does not want to be at my mercy. I have none left for her.)
She was weird last night too, like she was tipping me off that others would be elsewhere this morning if I wanted to spend some alone time with my (diseased) sister. I think shes forgotten I live here?
I can see her Chop anytime I want.
Its not like she is dying in the next three days.
She isn't dying at all.
Barring unforseen complications.
Things are just going to be rather unpleasant for the next six/twelve months or so, with the possibility of recurrents down the track.
My spellcheck has disappeared.
I may have just indicated a repeat attack of dehydrated grapes.
I'm pretty sure I can take out a few wisened grapes if they get stropy.
I've already killed a grapevine without even trying.
I sup the juice of the grape like it be water.
I have got the grapes totally covered, be they wrathful or not.
Just not up to coping with my mother.
Don't know when she is going home.
She may be waiting for Choppys next set of tests.
PETscan and CT scan of brain, just to make sure is primary and not secondary.
Hopefully they happen next week.
Please let her go home soon.
Please!
Edit: funnily she never counts her boy children. If I had to chose someone other then Choppy, I'd chose my not so little, little brother. He is handsome, sucessful, thoughtful, organised and considerate. Mum only obsesses about the girls. Maybe, in her mind, the boys don't belong to her. Maybe she thinks of them as belonging to dad? But really, she has always been very dismissive of males in general.
Her loss, ay?
Tuesday, December 26, 2017
Monday, December 25, 2017
My non-diseased sister's ...
... earring.
My not so-little little brother who flew up to surprise my diseased sister.
My nephew who is looking a bit elvish.
My not so-little little brother who flew up to surprise my diseased sister.
My nephew who is looking a bit elvish.
Xmas lunch ...
The cook trying to appear discrete.
My other nieces new choker.
Xmas lunch (well, half of xmas lunch, anyway).
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