Exactly where I was last year so much so I picked up my diary and peeled back the cover to put a nice fabric and ribbon on it when I realized it was last year's diary which I never got the time to put fabric and ribbon on. It was glancing at the first week which was so like this week and I'm easily confused these days. So now I have two diaries to cover. My sister says time wasting but I hate writing in a naked book and she also called me a hoarder but then a neighbour needed an item the other day and I had the very item and it probably has been in the same place for the last 5 years. Excuse, I was just interrupted by delivery man carrying more mother work for me. I will just love sitting down this afternoon cutting the exact size in the colostomy bags after I unpack from the individual plastic bags, take away the paper, pop off the stiff plastic protector from 30 of the bloody things and put the plastic clips on the bottom. At least I don't have to pay for them if I don't count the taxi fare to get them to her. And that will fix the arthritis in that hand for about 3 days.
Doc Marvin is still looking after her and he told me to take my time fixing up the grave as she'll be here for some time. I may have to kill him, all the crappy doctors in the system and she had to get the best one ever.
Did I blog the bushfire in Cheltenham? Went through the Park, clipped the golf course and burnt two patches in the Pioneer Cemetary and in one of those patches was the family grave. That's how the year started. Sister went to see what damage was done, mostly watery ash, she said. I'll go and clean the plaques in case she gets all house wifey and uses metal polish when bronze should only be cleaned with furniture polish. There, see, I do have the theory of house cleaning, I just don't have the inclination to use it. I forgot, after 10 or 11 years, certain members of the family have just discovered what a blog is and that I have one, so if I insult anyone, it's intentional and if you don't like it, don't read it and piss off.
And shut up any pious readers, I'm in pain and according to our beloved Government pain killers will not do me any good and I should find an alternative, I have, I swear a lot and loudly.
This heat has made the arthritis flare up and my usual swearing doesn't seem to work as well as it used to. I even had a shower at midnight last night, didn't help. Perhaps I should haunt the wharves again and polish up my salty vocab although seeing "spotted dick" Dutton's head is enough to bring up breakfast and antique blasphemies. There are so many Parliamentarians who I would love to see standing on a landmine (trigger word, hello Asio) he is the one who is top of the list. Fancy that creep gathering up all the power to, pardon while I chortle, keep us safe when a cockroach could take him down with one mandible. I like that word, mandible, sounds so butch and cockroaches are really butch but I don't know if they have mandibles. Oh wow, a vision of spotted dick disappearing under a herd of snapping mandibles. I suppose it was maudling Malcolm who made him minister for killing anyone who won't eat a lamb chop on Australia Day.
Apart from still trying to clean up last year's clutter/mess/mustneverthrowout/books, I am also tossing a 6 foot tall bookcase full of mother videos not dvds but the other lumping great things. I cry at the money spent on them but the op shops won't touch them and after ma's shredded the tapes I couldn't say they would be in good condition. To the right of me is a CD tower of her favourite music, discs which took me a week to put back in the right covers. She said the other day that she'd listened to Shumann's or Shubert's (always get them mixed up, one was married to Clara and the other died of syphilus) Unfinished Symphony and loved it, never heard it before, 3 copies in that tower plus several triple up Mozart's everything he ever composed.
Maybe I'll have a cup of tea and think of what to do or just go to sleep in the chair while a machine does my washing.