Tuesday, March 03, 2015
This is an essence bottle by Gil Roberts and is called Oz. You'll find more of his work here.
The bottle is made from Russian smokey quartz accented with opal and edwards black jade.
The dipper is l8k yellow gold with opals and black jade.
It's sitting on a base of black jade, chrysoprase opal and black jade laminate.
I certainly will accept this for my birthday and Christmas in July, start saving. I don't know how much it costs but if I have to ask, you can't afford it and I don't want you to stop trying to buy it for me.
Monday, March 02, 2015
This made me smile, I love Pussy Willow.
Was out at sparrow's fart this morning, no food, cat wouldn't come in so I had to leave the door ajar but no-one robbed me so I'm still destitute. Remembered what the bottle on the flusher was for and a needle in each arm later I was out of the Pathologist's and heading for the Radiologist's. Of course, Madam, you can twist my foot in three directions to get a good x-ray, I'll scream later. I then headed for food, a quiet place with cake. Since I was already out I thought I might as well go and see mother. She must be okay, she's giving orders to all and sundry. She's expecting me again this week but bad luck, I don't feel like going. Her birthday on Saturday will be enough. I'm not cruel, I'm pissed off with someone who whines on about how depressed she is then whines that she has too many visitors and she needs only me. I have bits falling off me, I am in pain, I'm fucking depressed and I have three more visits to various doctors but I mustn't forgot to visit the Home.
Saturday, February 28, 2015
|Isn't this great for an elderly indoor cat. The Bear would love one that jutted right out of the kitchen into the apple tree. The birds wouldn't but would probably catch on and stand on the top and make faces at him.|
|This is also a bead, a focal bead, the centre of a necklace. We have the moon, stars and a swirling sea and more than a truck load of talent to do this.|
Mother is sick again and I don't care a fig. I was down there for three hours yesterday but she waited until a friend of our came in after I left to go into a decline. The friend is more sympathetic than I am these days. Mother said she hid how ill she was from me because she didn't want to worry me, what BS. As though I haven't spent the last 10 years just judging how ill she is by just watching her but she had all her minions running around after her and ringing Doc Marvin. I was rung by the friend last night and had a report which was nothing like the phone call from mother this morning. I am worried for the friend since she has become a target of a nasty at the Home who made comments up the line that she does so much for mother that her daughters must feel pushed out. Bwahahahahaha!
I'm constantly telling her not to fall for the old bat's manipulations but she's kind and says she doesn't mind. Sister is popping in this afternoon for her usual 5 minutes but I've warned her so she's going to try and get hold of the nursing notes and see what the medication is. It's not infection, it's just the usual heart not functioning enough to pump out fluid collecting in the lungs. But believe me she'll hang on until next Saturday when she turns 85. That could have been my breaking point yesterday when she said something about her birthday and added that it was only 5 years then until she was 90 and she might make it yet.
That's serious, look how fast this year is going, it's March tomorrow.
Tuesday, February 24, 2015
Sunday, February 15, 2015
I saw this and immediately thought of River and Angel always trying to sit on the keyboard. Mind you knowing cats, they would expect you to put the laptop on the cat bed and let them have the desk.
I am hurting again. I folded up all the washing yesterday, bent down to pick up the washing basket while turning around, you know like chewing gum and walking at the same time. Perhaps I just had a hangover from watching Darcy Bussell's ballet programme on SBS and thought I was still graceful in my largeness. Graceful, maybe, ballerina balance, zero. I went down like a sack of spuds.
Unlike last time when I'd waxed my feet and slid across the carpet to land gently flat on my back, this time I knew if I tried to get up I'd really hurt myself. Bite the bullet and ring 000 again, oh the embarrassment, again. First slide on bum to the folded clothes and put a dress on since I'd planned to shower and wash my hair so was still in night dress at 4 in the afternoon.
They rang back 3 times to see how I was because I said it wasn't urgent, I was an experienced sitter on all surfaces and wasn't harmed. Last time they brought just the little pump up cushion, this time it looked like a life raft off the Costa Concordia. I slide over and the ginormous thing does its job and I feel like Titanic rising out of the depth in Clive Cussler's book. I stood up and walked to my chair, no problem. The ambo said it was for people much bigger than me, thank you, says I.
Of course I fell on the side where I'd ripped off the toenail last week, where I'd scratched the leg last week and now had carpet burn down the thigh. They asked if I was dizzy when I fell. No, I just need another two sizes on my feet to balance the arse and learn to do one thing at a time, like turn first, then bend to pick up. The BOH when he finds out will be round here to put a seat belt on the treadmill. I walk okay on that, I'm holding on. Walking to the shop this morning was sedate and close to every fence so I figured that was my exercise for today. That and keeping two steps ahead of the breakdown that's chasing me.