tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20110616757854981202024-03-14T18:08:23.337+11:00Thoughts and SnortsBJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.comBlogger200125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-52554255212006369692012-08-06T11:04:00.000+10:002012-08-06T11:13:47.492+10:00Ack!!Mad rush this morning to get going. Finally we charge out the door on the exact dot of leaving o'clock and make our windy way to the bus stop. Half way there and what do I spy coming towards us, not the right way at all, and turning at the corner juuuust too far away? Yep, our bus.
M dropped his chair into 2nd, revved up the engine and charged towards it, waving wildly. I BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-41484973823625279722012-07-28T20:57:00.002+10:002012-07-28T20:57:34.428+10:00Speechless, again.... what with one thing and another. But this is not a whinge!
Our back yard, before the builders started:
And now look what's happening!! Only 5 weeks in and wow!
Ok, ok, these *may* not be an accurate representation of the work. They are certainly an accurate representation of how I feel about it though! The builders have been considerate, extremely fast, considerate, BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-11668464943707513732012-06-26T14:59:00.000+10:002012-06-26T14:59:00.739+10:00'Finally' doesn't cover it at all..Lookie:
Our back gate, showing signs of builders. Note the glimpse of someone wearing a High Vis Vest.
Yep, work started yesterday on our house mods. To the best of my research into email archives, this marks 2 years and 2 months since the subject was first raised by the local government services. BEFORE the whole insurance company/third party/compensable thing BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-19490140204681943342012-06-18T22:22:00.003+10:002012-06-21T11:59:02.624+10:00Oh noes!.. poor lil puss is in the wars.
A marauding infidel has got into our home, where she lives alone, and there has been some serious biffo. I found her hiding inside our bed last night, in pain all over and most unhappy.
We feel terribly guilty; she's stayed faithful to us during our absence for the last two and a half years. She hasn't strayed, gone feral, scratched anything BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-91463328796353194942012-06-11T00:09:00.001+10:002012-06-11T00:09:50.752+10:00Another four-letter word..is
L
O
N
G.
As in, long weekend. Lots of time to read and enjoy the sun that pours into the flat. I have to shield my eyes in the morning as I open my bedroom door - the courtyard door faces east and the sun is almost too bright to penetrate. Only the thought of coffee (which I can make with my back to the light, phew) gets me through.
It's also divinely sunny in the BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-73439442698764911332012-05-31T13:05:00.000+10:002012-05-31T13:05:05.076+10:00Colours, squared..As promised, photos! (Also, as perhaps implied, not very good photos. Taken with my phone is my excuse.)
First, here is a photo of some colour inspiration - a Cotinus or smoke bush. I have several of them growing near the front entry of the house. At this time of year they are fading from darkest red/brown into their autumn colours. I like the vivid BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-72629846038379697912012-05-29T23:03:00.000+10:002012-05-29T23:03:23.792+10:00Working on changing... the shoulds into coulds.
This is a much more positive mindset. Perhaps because the sun came out after some evil chilly winds? Perhaps because a few days of complete rest is a good idea from time to time.. perhaps because my honey smiled a lot on the weekend while we blobbed around. It's better, anyway.
I'll refrain from making a list. Needless to say I haven't done all I BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-16090332823413135592012-05-23T22:03:00.003+10:002012-05-23T22:03:43.475+10:00Should be but aren't..This week we 'should be' celebrating.
We 'should be' finished with M's exam for the semester.
It 'should be' a calm, slow ease into the proper beginning of winter.
I 'should be' feeling that I've bested the paperwork for now.
(Sone of) The dollars we are owed from the insurance company 'should be' already paid.
The parade of medico-legal appointments 'should be' easing.
Nup.
So...
this is BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-6815840917422802342012-05-18T21:56:00.000+10:002012-05-22T19:17:59.077+10:00Read this..... in a very small font... so that no pesky interfering gods hear it..
Today we had a (small) win with the bank ..
The journey to mortgage-land has been rough, long, bumpy and nothing if not full of billabongs, culs-de-sac and backwards movements in all directions.
A few days ago I signed dozens of bits of paperwork and was told 'this is it'. I've heard that before but BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-42287869897611598542012-05-14T22:48:00.000+10:002012-05-14T22:48:17.993+10:00imho...Wickedness and flummery!!
Why is it that when it comes to the sharp end of managing dollars for education, institutions often look first and fiercely at 'cost-effectiveness' and 'economic rationalism' to make cuts?
Why is it that the arts therefore suffers as a discipline so badly? What happened to the cultural value of every facet of the arts and the crucial role it plays in our lives? &BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-26449146316838558662012-05-12T13:20:00.001+10:002012-05-12T13:20:27.380+10:00Another Distinction!M passed his hospital tests with flying colours. No abnormalities, signs of Nasty Things To Come, stones, cancerous anythings, kinks, wibbles or furfles.
It took nearly 9 hours door to door, although the procedure itself took barely 15 minutes. We were both asleep when the carers came at 9pm to help M into bed. I sacked out fully dressed in the bed, woke up at 3am and got meself organised.BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-85219788886443186922012-05-09T21:47:00.001+10:002012-05-09T21:47:34.573+10:00Didn't happen...I was briefly inspired to draw my impressions of the weekdays (previous post). But it didn't amount to anything, Another time maybe.
This week we seem to be working working working. M is busy with uni classes and (no surprise to me) he achieved a Distinction for his first assignment. I TOLD you he wouldn't get a pass! He's sort of pleased but I think still expects the BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-52260920571028924332012-05-05T13:31:00.000+10:002012-05-05T13:31:00.993+10:00Staring out the window..
It's Saturday.
I've been *thinking*..
Like this:
sa TURD-ay
s UN-day
m ON-day
t USE-day
w NEEDS-day
HURTS-day
f RID-ay
A theme for every day of the week!
I shall draw them up for the nexpost.
BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-70607559567122398592012-05-04T22:10:00.000+10:002012-05-04T22:14:00.280+10:00Well.I reckon I've had more rest in the last week than for months. Thanks to a mixture of Things Settling Down, both of us needing to sleep a lot on Wednesday (M definitely sick, me maybe - I felt fine the next day), and a lack of Important Appointments To Be Attended To.
M was put back on the sick list on Tuesday after a visit to our GP. Who nonchalantly took M's temp and it was 38C. &BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-75820867134744452442012-04-28T15:52:00.000+10:002012-04-28T15:52:40.254+10:00I said this.... elsewhere. And some people didn't get it. See what you think:
I've changed my mind. I found a psycho-delic one.BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-1175297863676314252012-04-23T22:28:00.002+10:002012-04-23T22:28:37.315+10:00Reflecting....on the understandable but not always easy to tolerate focus of the invalid. On the long-time resident of hospital recently discharged into the rather dodgy care of the wife. Or even on the battered relying on the lame..
Lame pretty much describes my abilities today. Two friends are mourning two excellent moggies. The new 'case' 'manager' visited and told us she's been approved for BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-54766449330651376422012-04-19T23:25:00.000+10:002012-04-19T23:25:06.003+10:00Context..Today we had A Day Off.
We slept more, ate poached eggs for lunch, watched a dvd all arvo, held hands and ignored all business matters. The list of missed calls/texts on my phone was ridiculous. Who is BLOCKED and why won't he/she leave a message?
It can wait. If whatever 'it' is doesn't require more calls or at least a message, I don't care (today).
I had a LAVISH shower very BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-16051807753222131632012-04-18T21:43:00.000+10:002012-04-18T22:00:18.780+10:00My guiding principles..
Don't get me wrong - I'd do it all again in a HEARTBEAT, for M.I just get a weebittytired.
BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-18524735277394347712012-04-18T18:40:00.004+10:002012-04-18T18:40:59.584+10:00Wednesday? already??..Later I will draw a picture of what I've been doing. For now I'd like to mention that today, as of about 2 hours ago, marks fourteen years of blissful wedded bliss for us. Which means in three month's time, it's been fifteen years since we met! And HASN'T the time flown!
No I'm not being ironic. Sometimes life goooeess veeerrry sloooowwwly for sad or mad reasons. I've hadBJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-44072375536818269482012-04-13T20:44:00.000+10:002012-04-13T20:44:23.514+10:00Today.... didn't start well.
but
I face-booked my woe; collected cyber-hugs and some towels, and strode forth into the autumn sunshine to do battle with gremlins inner, outer and overall.
I had a very good toasted sammo.
I only bought one packet of biscuits.
Dear ones in the family spent time with M while I was out; I returned to a much happier M and felt glad to be back. Throughout it all, BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-91589076545224984112012-04-12T20:16:00.002+10:002012-04-12T22:55:30.764+10:00M is a bit sick..
.. so he's in bed. I'm dashin about lodging forms for things and being efficient and such. Again.
I read some amusing stuff on one of my favourite blogs today (www.yarnharlot.com.ca) about one's Inner Knitter. I'm not sure whether the blog entry or the comments are funnier. But there is some priceless stuff about the Inner Adolescent which gave me a good laugh in the middle BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-14843276698801927202012-04-09T18:49:00.000+10:002012-04-09T18:49:16.633+10:00So that was Easter....and now it's over.
That's good. Maybe it's something in the water, maybe not; but Easter didn't shine my shoes this year. I did nice things, saw nice people, even took some photos...
It's true to say life is somewhat the same for us, regardless of which day of the week it is. The iron-clad timetable of carers in, three times a day; M's daily routine etc which must be BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-58030445688128165042012-04-04T23:28:00.001+10:002012-04-04T23:28:37.768+10:00Late-night googling.... is never disappointing. Look at this..
BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-59101596515219718482012-04-04T22:50:00.001+10:002012-04-04T22:50:32.401+10:00This can't be right (but it is)...Thanks to the vagaries of a life ruled by the forces (and farces) of an insurance company, I've had to pay out multiple many shekels of hard-earned superannuation recently.
Now we are reduced to eating toasted gravel and re-using our socks for teabags. Yes, I will eventually (and that's a loooong eventuation) be re-paid, after a fight about the details and no doubt lots of nice expensive BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2011061675785498120.post-50806210126739804732012-04-03T22:15:00.001+10:002012-04-03T22:15:25.344+10:00Wend, wend..We are calmly wending our way towards Easter. My explosion-count is down. M is recovering well from the last hospital experience. Here he is watching opera, attended by his faithful moi..
He is making me go with him on the BUS to get things done in the city shops. BUS!! Princesses don't DO buses do they?
Apparently, yes they do. Hmm. [I should add BJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06922264732788568346noreply@blogger.com0