Sunday, July 21, 2013

I knew we'd pay for that warm day.

I was saving this cake for the actual day but my feet are still thawing out from this morning's walk for the papers. It makes me warm just looking at it and yes, I will need that many candles, damn it.
8.15 a.m., first whine of the cat and I was out of bed, fill the food dish, open the back door, turn on the fire, take BGL (very low)grab something to eat and back to bed by 8.30 a.m.  I think I woke up at 10 and it was still blowing a chill wind. 

The new TV is up and running, no problems with the old antenna and now I have 25 channels of repeat rubbish to watch. I only have one little thing to sort out, fixing widescreen dvds to fill the tv window.  There's a simple button hiding in the fifty or so buttons on the remote control and I will find it eventually. There is an instruction book for the tv, for using it as a computer, for watching movies and one page for the remote. Trying to record anything seems to require a doctorate in electronics so I'll just give that a miss for the moment.  I find it better to leave it alone for a week then give the instructions another try, repeat constantly until madness sets in or I understand that I will never understand it and give up.

Mother has a new bunkmate. A 96 year old Greek lady with 2 thousand relatives. Now I have to buy the old girl a set of earphones for the Dvd viewer so she can watch a movie in peace. So much for sister telling me not to overload her with too many dvds to watch, she's enjoying them all 2nd time around and wants more. That's the beauty of documentaries instead of movies, she watches them over again.  Lovely, I've just bought the National Trust Houses of Great Britain and the lives of Beethoven and Mozart. Keeping her happy keeps her off my back.

Overall a miserable week and according to my stars, another miserable one to come. Perhaps it's just the dreams I've been having. These are vivid like movies and not fleeting, I can wake up and write it all down. I can still see the beautiful white house with the conservatory full of ferns and sunlight streaming in and my ex turning up and wanting to sell it for his share. I was so worried about where I could get a loan to pay him out, I rang banks and mortgage brokers, all for nothing until I remembered that I already owned the house. I then threw him out the front door.  Not much explaining about that dream, obstacles all the way until I broke through and won.  Now if I could just translate that into real life.

And just when I thought my dodgy knee couldn't get much worse after the bus driver crunched the brakes and I bashed it against the back of the seat in front, very ouch.  I get an absent minded taxi driver who drove off with the door still open and my leg not yet in the car. My foot whacked against the curb and I said a few words very loudly. FFS, the idiot is sitting in front of a panel with lights telling him that the door was open and a seatbelt not fastened.  To make things worse, worse than the shooting pain up the leg, was having to tell him every inch of the way to Mentone. I should have complained but I was caught up in a drama down at the Home and didn't remember his number when I finally staggered home that night.  I'm so used to my regular drivers, who put the seat back for me, hold my bag while I belt up and shut the door that I'm unprepared for idiots like this.

I can't believe that this year I am determined to go out for my birthday, at night, in a taxi, to a restaurant. Broken leg or food poisoning, it's a toss up.

9 comments:

Elephant's Child said...

Your poor knee and foot. Not fair.
Some year I would LOVE to come down and help you celebrate your birthday in style.
Love the cake too.
This morning we had snow on the nearby hills. Very pretty but even I noticed it was cool.
SP's sister looked like a (tiny) Michelin woman on her way to church...

JahTeh said...

Oh wonderful, she's off to church to spread the good germs, how unselfish.
Snow in Canberra, good thing Parliamentarians have no balls to freeze, pardon my indelicateness. (shut up google, if I say it's a word, it's a word)

JahTeh said...

EC, I hoped you scanned down far enough to find Lyle's song about penguins.

R.H. said...

Hi, it's me again, and man it is cold, the only way of heating this house up is to burn it down.

Happy birthday big woman, heart of gold.

Andrew said...

Gee, you are certainly giving us plenty of warning and revving us up for your birthday. Are you expecting expensive gifts?

JahTeh said...

Robbert, remember the good old days when we lit the oven to warm our feet, it had to be an old Kooka oven though where the door opened sideways.

Andrew, I'm only expecting to live that long and enjoy cake. And I have cake for you and Robert.
I just tried to comment again but nothing and I've spent all morning getting a wordpress blog identity.

River said...

Gosh, where do I start? Maybe with the two thousand Greek relatives. your mum could watch them for a break from TV and DVDs, perhaps they'll share Greek food with her. And you.
Ouch on the leg pain, that taxi driver should have the same happen to him when he is old.
Maybe next year EC and me can turn up to surprise you for your birthday.
That cake is lovely but you'd need a typhoon to blow out that many candles.

R.H. said...

I suppose you know what a Kooka stove is worth now?

JahTeh said...

River, the relatives have settled down a bit now that they can see she's being well looked after. Next year there'll be another candle and I will need help.

Rh, a nice bit of cash and I bet there's quite a few littering landfill upcountry.