Three days in and it just feels like 2012 without the Doomsday prophecy.
So many fell off the twig at the Home that the twig nearly went too.
They managed to keep it together for the Christmas party.
The residents cat is supposed to be coming to live with me while he still has a chance of keeping all four legs and tail. But there seems to be a bureaucratic snafu as in, who has responsibility for the beast. The nurse who first dropped him in it, she's left. The activities director who's been cleaning up the mess or the Director of Nursing who is in charge of residents. They should have asked the residents who have been running over him with wheelchairs and enjoying it a bit too much.
I can announce that I have reached the door to the kitchen which has been hidden for two years. As soon as I start moving the BOH's belongings down the hall, it will disappear again. So I'm in between mess and more mess and I've learned to go slow with the lifting and dragging. But it's worth it for the unearthing of treasures, long forgotten. Who knew I had so many pillow cases cut out and ready to sew? I will, in the fullness of time, have enough nightdresses to last 20 years. And being a good recycler, I never throw out an old pillow without removing the centre of the filling so I have enough in bags to make cushions for some time. I have only one box to pull out and it contains all the pictures from Mum's house and I can't remember what they are.
But I found the gold wire Christmas trees, yeah, for next year.
There will be photos when I find the camera.
And when I find the camera there'll be photos of my six tomatoes and one banana chilli. The chilli isn't doing so well, I think there's something inside eating its way out but you will note that I have fulfilled two of last year's resolutions, tomatoes and chilli. There was a glitch with the other 8 plants, they're not pot tomatoes so I have to haul them across the road to a friendly neighbour's veggie bed and re-plant them. Neither of us have green thumbs so a prayer and a votive candle lighting would be appreciated.
Current new year health situation is the same as the old year. Bloody awful. If my body fat could meltdown as brilliantly as my mind does, I wouldn't have a health problem. I have barred myself from the scales until February. I was thinking of blacking out the mirrors but then I couldn't find the hairs on my chin. Another of life's mysteries, head hair is thinning, chin hair is thriving. And now I have a heat wave to look forward too. At least the moronic government is not putting me back on Newstart allowance which is their way to problem solve the obesity crisis by starving mothers and children. Stuff you Jenny Macklin, you couldn't live on that daily allowance and if you really want to try it, give up your house, car, clothes and steal a shopping trolley and live on what that would hold if you can keep someone with less from thieving it while you're bedding down under a bridge somewhere.
See 2013 is just like 2012, only January and the bullshit is rising to knee level already.
And I didn't win Tattslotto.