Sunday, May 09, 2021

I'm taking some time to get myself together.


 I could really sit and look at this dragonfly jug for a long time. Actually I could just sit and watch clouds. The fat lady is almost ready to sing and give up but there's a bit left in the tank. I just need time.

The space junk has landed north of the Maldives but I was hoping it would land on Morrison. Doc Marvin spent a lot of time arranging his vaccination times for his clinic, nursing home residents and the few that he visits (me in that group). The moment the Feds took over everything went to hell so I've had no flu vac or Covid.  It had to go covid-----flu-----2nd covid and it hasn't so I haven't left the house again.  Well nearly, I almost did a header out of the back door again. Now I'm not trying it again, I go out the front door, put the bins out and come in the back door.  Don't ask, it just works.

Budget next week, look for flying pigs.

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

What a sewer this Parliament has become.


 Forget the Heading, look deeply into this gorgeous little garden. All of this beauty is locked into a glass bead and when used on the full screen is just mesmerising. I could watch it for ages but get frustrated when I can't turn it around to see what is hidden.

It's been a while since I could put my brain together to blog, still haven't been outside the front gates, still haven't found a pair of shoes that will fit. I did think I should weigh myself but good luck, the battery was dead.  And last week my neighbour died. She slipped on tiles or so she thought and cracked her pelvis. The Dementia which was progressingly slowly amped up with the pain and shock and she was gone in two weeks. The Palliative care unit came to the house every day and took good care of her and made sure she was never in pain and she just went to sleep and didn't wake up.

So I thought it was about time that I really got stuck into fixing my will. I was lucky and found my granddaughters on Instagram so I now have their addresses in Qld. De-cluttering season is in full swing so I sent all of my almost antique Christmas ornaments up in boxes. Next up went nearly all the wool I found in the sewing room. Miles of it, I never found a ball of wool I didn't like. I'm halfway through a black rug, the wool for a dark blue is packed and gorgeous soft antique warm white is also packed, best wool is Cleckheaton. This is mine, I have never crocheted a rug for me. There is an open bag in the lounge and anything for the Op-shop is thrown in there.

After 3 weeks of dithering I finally bought a new office chair, last one and $400 off the original price. The one I'm sitting on now was also on special but it's not comfortable anymore probably made for some skinny game playing kid living in his mother's basement. The de-cluttering of books has been successful just haven't been moved to the new home, I've turned the hall into a library. I live in a perpetual mess but I agonise over putting the books in the right class or just throw them in and get them off the floor. Sometimes trying to sleep I do dream about all of them in order but wake in the morning and have forgotten everything. I can only do it once, my shoulders hurt from putting up high and my spine sounds like bits of lego from bending to the bottom.

And when I'm hurting from books, I take on patchwork fabric because I can't find my nightdress fabric, my already cut out winter dresses and summer lounging frocks which I didn't need this summer anyway. The one thing I must make is a warm dressing gown and I know where that is. Trouble is like that pretty bead, I can't help playing with the fabric and putting them together for quilts I'll never get to make. If only my mind was a straight road and didn't go wandering off into the bush. 

All this has a purpose. Forgetting what pigs we have allowed to run our country. They don't care about us, they only care about power and money, their money which is really ours, and power. Power is the biggie. We can look down on the lower classes and thumb our noses because we are better  but it's all an illusion because you've forgotten who put you in that position. We, the people, we, the women and women have long memories and we carry grudges for a very long time. Even after all these years I could still wrap a brick round Howard's face. When candidates join the LNP, is there a form that says they must be ugly, greedy and dishonest? I only ask since most of them are.

I must go back to my bead, I've allowed myself to wander off into the bad place again.

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

And we start the year with a bang

 

I decided not to talk about the year, I have a feeling it's only going to get worse. I was looking for a pair of boots I'd archived which I loved, no not those up there but the brown leather ones at the bottom. They're called slim calf boots for ladies with skinny legs and I think they look great. They remind me of the first time I saw boots on legs when they were just coming into fashion and I never saw another pair I loved as much. I also realized that I didn't have and never would have skinny legs so they remain on my never to wear list.

Now about Crocs, I hate crocs. They're not meant to be worn with any confidence and especially when made by men with a sense of humour. High heel pink crocs, insane but you'll get noticed.

Now if you really want to be noticed, why not these? Spiders, dead I presume and safely encased in plastic but even the thought of walking on top of one gives me the horrors. Give a pair of these to your favourite arachnophobe for her birthday. Trains are too crowded these day to sit and cross your legs to swing your shoes in front of fellow passengers, all of whom are wondering if it's real or not.
These are for us who were never given a Barbie for Christmas and hated every friend who had a roomful. Not me, I only wanted books not blondie dolls with skinny legs. For giving to all your friends you suspect are secret sadists but I'm all for equal rights so where are the booties full of Ken dolls, heads I mean. Although anatomically correct Kens would make fine stomping soles. These were made by a man and I really have to wonder about his mental health.
But my all time favourite, lovely heel, gorgeous buttons, great leg fit, yeah, yeah, except for fat legs but I can still dream. I've put them in my dream folder of all things I've ever wanted and will never have except in that little corner of my mind where I am 6 foot tall, fabulous figure that stays that way without exercise and long red hair plus flawless skin with not a wrinkle in sight.  It really is a dream folder not the walking nightmare I am in real life. I really love those boots.

Sunday, January 10, 2021

10 days and 2021 is raging

 Not even a fortnight into 2021 and I'm ready to build a bunker in the back yard, mostly for the cat. We have had fireworks but I forgot the Day for Dickheads when we waste money Australia hasn't got.

The cat's been having a bad time. Nearly killed himself yesterday by crawling into a king size doona cover, not being able to find his way out, panic. I could hear a tiny meow of fear, looked everywhere and wondered if he had gone out in the heat and was stressed. Then I saw the cover move. I could not find the open end, because he had rolled the damn thing into a ball and it was a matter of trying to straighten it flat with the lump still not helping. By the time he staggered out he was distressed and drank nearly a bowl of water.

It didn't help that I accidentally stood on his tail later on.

I will be glad when the 20th is over and maybe Biden can get on with the job of making America human again. And why are Australians in the Liberal Party going on about how great the Mad Mango still is. They haven't done a thing for poor people in this country. Scummo is on holidays again so he hasn't pulled his party into line. What a surprise!

Dan Andrews cut his holidays short, Albanese, one car crash, couple of days in hospital and he's back on the job. 

Boris seems intent on killing most of Britain without having a war. I have a wonderful vision of Queen Liz complete with ceremonial (just sharpened) sword standing at the door of 10 Downing st. and politely asking Boris to step outside.

And another thing, why are the mosquitos the size of 747s this year? Covid is enough without Dengue fever wanting a spot in the limelight.

Friday, January 01, 2021

Virus sneaks into 2021

 2021 arrives carrying another version of Covid virus.

Scummo is off on holidays again because he had to come back and work on changing one word in our crappy National Anthem.

I haven't seen Dutton recently.

My sister cancelled her flight from Queensland thanks to ladies who lunch and spread virus in Melbourne. I'm glad she's not putting herself in danger which means I'm likely to kill her if she starts sistering me. Those of you who have sisters will understand that.

I'm still trying to calm down the cat from fireworks last night. They were cancelled in Melbourne but not at the local Park. He's been a perfect drama queen because of the full moon and slept on me, 40kgs of cat gives one nightmares and now it's fireworks.

And a big Christmas carol for Robbert who outdid himself in the Daffy Duck Tie present. Brilliant, looks fantastic hanging up with the other 5, yes I counted 5 and now 6. Sorry so long to thank you but I've been trying to take a photo of the cat wearing it.

He looks so Daffy in it.

Now I'm going to have a lo-carb beer while tea is microwaving itself.

Have a virus free new year, actually have a Scummo free new year, that's much better.