We have a super moon this week, very close to earth and I'm not sure if we will have the blood moon of the northern hemisphere or just a weak version.
I know it's an old wives tale that a big super moon makes strange things happen but this week already we have had 3 volcanic eruptions, earthquake off Alaska setting off a tsunami and trust Japan to do it better, volcanic eruption with avalanche.
Icing on the cake, snow covering the Sahara. We had a meteor miss the planet last week an no-one saw it coming. They did see it passing.
Starfish are eating the Great Barrier Reef, rumours of a crocodile wandering Yeppoon and an epidemic of poisonous Stone Fish on Qld beaches. Bats are falling out of the trees because of the heat, dead before they hit the ground.
BUT MOTHER STILL LIVES. Bloody woman and her cockroach DNA.
Yes more drama, don't ask.
I'm waiting on the moon.
Wednesday, January 24, 2018
Sunday, January 21, 2018
Science catches up
Scientists have just put out a report that there is such a thing as "baby brain", where pregnant women, some women, are just not at their best. Hands up all mothers who already knew this and could have walked all over this research. It's only small things like forgetting where you left the car keys or the car or the car with the husband sitting in it. Baby brain seems to hit more in the third trimester although I swear mine went way over 9 months. I wandered home with groceries, vaguely acknowledged a cute kid in a pram and didn't realized until I was halfway down the street that the pram and kid were mine.
That photo of ice coldness is my favourite at the moment. Do your friends tell you they remember summers much hotter than we have now and how fantastic the days were? I wouldn't, I hated the heat, hated not being able to sleep, getting burnt walking to the letter box and never having enough ice blocks for cold water drinks. I couldn't wait for Autumn. Warm days and snappy nights. So Ex and his blonde have moved house, even further away from me, lovely. I now have another hobby, how high is the temperature where they'd moved to, currently mostly 40 degrees, bwahahhaha. She hates the heat.
And today is the end of the first year of President Dumbkins, only three more to go. He says he's kept all his promises made during election, he's forgotten that most women loathe him, of course they are fake women. He also carries fake fat, it's not there, you're not seeing it, he's svelte but I want proof. Him and Abbott, swimming, matching budgie smugglers, I'd pay to see that. He'd have to put diving weights on his hair.
Don't forget the 26th, National BBQ Day. Get in early to bludgeon a marsupial for the barbie.
And waste another million or so dollars for fireworks, a real waste when Mother Nature has put on a fire display for nothing in the last few weeks.
I might enjoy it this year, Bombay Sapphire comes in litre bottles and it's on special, a gift bottle of wine that has a hint of passionfruit after taste and 4 cans of DoubleBlack Vodka. The vodka was stuck at the back of the fridge, I thought it was diet Coke. One can makes me see double, 2 cans would make Highriser look like George Clooney. But as you can see not one animal was injured in the making except if I trip over the cat.
Monday, January 15, 2018
Was it better when we only heard the news?
One cup of coffee, watch the news for how many weathers we will get for the day and I might as well be watching a disaster movie. Volcano blows in New Guinea, 7.1 earthquake in Peru and a plane skids off the landing strip and falls over a cliff. I couldn't believe it was just stuck on the cliff and didn't go further and crunch into the sea. Everyone was saved, even with my dodgy knees I'd have been up that cliff in a rush. And a fish sank one of the yatchs coming home from Tassie.
They think it might have been one of these, a Sunfish or Mola Mola. Not only is the sunfish the world's heaviest bony fish, with some individuals weighing in at a staggering 2.3 tonnes, but it also possesses a truly bizarre body shape, likened to a gigantic 'swimming head'. The sunfish has no tail, with the caudal fin reduced to a rudder-like structure, called the clavus.
With a head like that it could run and win for Parliament. I was watching the Great Barrier Reef last night, might as well while we still have it and this object likes to swim up to the warm waters and have smaller fish chew off its parasites then swims down to the colder waters again.
See, I told you, Parliament. The Front benchers crawl after the back benchers when they want a vote then piss them off when they don't need them.
Anybody watch the 17 hours of the Ghan? I could only suffer that from inside the train with unlimited booze and food and a good book. The night before I watched the last five minutes which was absolutely riveting. Driver's voice and a mile back down the track, another voice, counting off the carriages as they drew into the station, right down to the last 6 feet. I tried another channel and got the cricket and near died of excitement.
Do try and watch the news tonight and do not switch off when Barmy Joyce rattles on about the inland rail which he talks about as though he is going to personally lay every block of wood along the entire length while carrying a rail on each shoulder. Just keep your eyes on the 'tit fer tat', it is hilarious. A giant orange pumpkin sitting on a smaller beady eyed pumpkin, nay not so much orange as neon glow orange or maybe it was yellow, my eyes were beginning to glaze over.
Now he's involved in the usual bunfight about Australia Day, honestly the man is a multi-tasking mouth. I'm sorry I couldn't find a photo but I think the Mola Mola deserves its moment in the sun, alone.
With a head like that it could run and win for Parliament. I was watching the Great Barrier Reef last night, might as well while we still have it and this object likes to swim up to the warm waters and have smaller fish chew off its parasites then swims down to the colder waters again.
See, I told you, Parliament. The Front benchers crawl after the back benchers when they want a vote then piss them off when they don't need them.
Anybody watch the 17 hours of the Ghan? I could only suffer that from inside the train with unlimited booze and food and a good book. The night before I watched the last five minutes which was absolutely riveting. Driver's voice and a mile back down the track, another voice, counting off the carriages as they drew into the station, right down to the last 6 feet. I tried another channel and got the cricket and near died of excitement.
Do try and watch the news tonight and do not switch off when Barmy Joyce rattles on about the inland rail which he talks about as though he is going to personally lay every block of wood along the entire length while carrying a rail on each shoulder. Just keep your eyes on the 'tit fer tat', it is hilarious. A giant orange pumpkin sitting on a smaller beady eyed pumpkin, nay not so much orange as neon glow orange or maybe it was yellow, my eyes were beginning to glaze over.
Now he's involved in the usual bunfight about Australia Day, honestly the man is a multi-tasking mouth. I'm sorry I couldn't find a photo but I think the Mola Mola deserves its moment in the sun, alone.
Friday, January 12, 2018
12 days into the new year and where am I?
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.
Monday, January 01, 2018
Keep reminding me it's a new year while I shake off the old one.
2017 was not a good year, hardly a month when I was not ill. Mother is still with us although she did not look good on Christmas Day. If there is one Royal Commission we should have, it's a thorough going over the Aged Care Homes, not for just the care but for the pittance they pay the staff, the inadequate training they receive and the sneaky methods these so called 'not for profit' organizations manage to stay a mm within the law. So few staff were on for Christmas Day, it was disgraceful, the girls were exhausted and the 'not for profit' refuses to pay for extra Agency Staff when needed. Mother wasn't settled down for night until 11 p.m. and she'd been up at 7.30 a.m., put to bed at 4.30 and I didn't leave until she'd eaten some food, didn't fancy her usual egg sandwiches but the chef made mince pie with custard disappeared in a flash.
In an interesting co-incidence I had ordered beautiful silk and silk paper peony roses to renew the rather tatty flowers at the family grave in the Pioneer Cemetary in Cheltenham. The next day a fire started in the Park, skirted the golf course and hit two spots at the cemetary. The grave wasn't damaged but the flowers were nicely singed.
If you're cemetary loving type then take a tour here .
New Year's Eve was so quiet around here, it was almost spooky. I believe the fireworks in Sydney and Melbourne were spectacular but call me Grinch when I think of them as an appalling waste of money. The Bear has been through so many thunderstorms lately that he's lost his fear of loud bangs, he just curled up a little tighter in my NEW second hand Laura Ashley arm chair. It is so comfortable to relax in so naturally Mr Luxury has taken it over.
I have a plumber coming tomorrow to give me bad or good news. I could hear running water in the kitchen but everything was dry so I tried outside and the hose was gushing brown water, that's rusty water. The tap was turned off tight so it's either a washer (hope) or a pipe has gone behind the brick wall and the plaster (please no). But forty year old copper pipes are not destined to last forever. I keep moving the hose to the citrus trees and they are loving it. I've had a bumper crop of Mandarins this years and the possums have been in Heaven but have no manners at all and leave the peel all over the front yard and the footpath and the nature strip. I have visions of several sitting in the paperbark tree and catching the fruit thrown over my 6 foot high brick fence. The little green parrots are back in the apple tree and I'm not sure which bird has been enjoying the oranges. It must have a long delicate beak since the round skins sit in the yard completely empty of pulp, just a small hole in the top. Lovely though to walk out and get a fresh orange for the vodka and the limes will be ready for the Gin in about 2 weeks.
I had a slight problem with the Christmas cards this year, I'd like to say the dog ate them but it was my mother. She can barely use her hands to cut out for her cards so she just took mine.
She needs to have something to do even if it takes her a week so the brain thought and when a wedding invitation caught my eye, I tracked down invites on ebay. Some will let you buy a sample so that's what I did, trawled through and found some beautiful laser cut cards. All she has to do is stick jewells and pearls on the front and post. Fixed the problem of jewells and pearls being too big, she took my small ones I'd bought for my Christmas cards so that's why you lot aren't getting any this year. There are presents, everywhere and Annie O'Dyne is getting
a 5 year old one. How I could have kicked it under the bed and forgotten where it landed is beyond me, I mean 5 years ago my brain was still working. Dear Annie I will brush 5 years of dust off before I send it.
Now if you don't get another post for a week, it only means that an entire bookcase of videos has fallen on me and I am being used as food by the Bear. Wish me luck.
Saturday, September 02, 2017
Half of me is back.
It's been a stinker of a year and I'm still not sure of making the end of December. Mother has nearly died twice but she's still here trying to outlive her twin sister.
I have 2/3 of a complete depression which I'm sure will disappear when Optusnet decides that I don't owe them nearly $700 for doing nothing except give me depression. They have handed me over to the debt collectors who are a call centre employed by Optus in Manila where all calls go to die.
I don't ring from home, I sit in the Optus Centre at Southland and sit and sit while in Manila they play pass the phone around the call centre but it is not my money. They are now going to go through all the calls made since this nonsense started, well that's going to be an education in Australian swearing.
I also fell over. As Annie O'Dyne says, rubbish bins have a negative force field and she's right. I just lost my balance slightly and went down on the nature strip but avoided rolling into the gutter and on to the road. Managed to crawl upright and pull myself away from any 4 wheel drives.
I could see my neighbour hadn't put his bin out so I just waited for help. Trouble was I had put on my nightdress then remembered the bins so I threw on a dress and my old comfy horse blanket. Didn't think I would need knickers being a short stroll down the drive. How wrong can one be. The nature strip is not lush grass, it's sand and couch grass and tree roots. Sand up the wazoo and scratches over the large backside. See, did you immedately hear you mother yelling about clean underwear in case of accidents.
Lovely man from just around the corner did a U turn and asked if he could help so I rang the ambo's and waited. I know motor bikes can be really huge but splonked on the ground they look the size of an aircraft carrier. Neighbour comes out and nearly has a heart attack but recovers nicely to ask if I had room in my bin for some of his rubbish. Other neighbour arrives home and offers to put a rope on the tow bar and pull me up which probably would have worked but the traffic was starting and I didn't care to be mid air with the sound of screeching brakes. The neighbours took photos, lovely of them.
By now motor bike man had picked up his daughter from Day Care and the sun was disappearing and I was chilling. All the cars stopped to help and I felt like saying, "Beached whale, move along, nothing to see here". Ambos turned up with the right pump up cushion and I was the centre of attention again. Being on uneven ground, one pump went one way, next pump went the other so there was a neighbour to the left of me, neighbour to the right of me and she was getting the hang of pumping, ambos to the front to stop me going too far over. With the walker in front and on the last pump, I was up and walking. The girls said they should have these pump up cushions in every ambulance until I let them know they cost up to $4000. I walked quite steadily inside where my blood pressure was 190/90, a tad high but worse my core temperature was down below what it should be. Sitting on crappy sand and grass with the moon coming up will do that. I wasn't going to hospital, they tried to insist but I had a date with a sand remover.
Motor bike man thought it was lovely that the Bear was sitting behind to gate to watch over me. Not likely, he hadn't been fed yet.
The next day is always the worse with sore bits and hurting muscles and I had to go to Optus who had sent me an account which I couldn't leave for too long and I was in the mood for punching someone.
So Spring has sprung and I'm sneezing, it's supposed to snow next week and I'm wondering if they'll let me take the Bear to Debtor's Prison. One bright ray of sunshine was finding out what we all knew but he confirmed, the mad monk is a pisspot.
I have 2/3 of a complete depression which I'm sure will disappear when Optusnet decides that I don't owe them nearly $700 for doing nothing except give me depression. They have handed me over to the debt collectors who are a call centre employed by Optus in Manila where all calls go to die.
I don't ring from home, I sit in the Optus Centre at Southland and sit and sit while in Manila they play pass the phone around the call centre but it is not my money. They are now going to go through all the calls made since this nonsense started, well that's going to be an education in Australian swearing.
I also fell over. As Annie O'Dyne says, rubbish bins have a negative force field and she's right. I just lost my balance slightly and went down on the nature strip but avoided rolling into the gutter and on to the road. Managed to crawl upright and pull myself away from any 4 wheel drives.
I could see my neighbour hadn't put his bin out so I just waited for help. Trouble was I had put on my nightdress then remembered the bins so I threw on a dress and my old comfy horse blanket. Didn't think I would need knickers being a short stroll down the drive. How wrong can one be. The nature strip is not lush grass, it's sand and couch grass and tree roots. Sand up the wazoo and scratches over the large backside. See, did you immedately hear you mother yelling about clean underwear in case of accidents.
Lovely man from just around the corner did a U turn and asked if he could help so I rang the ambo's and waited. I know motor bikes can be really huge but splonked on the ground they look the size of an aircraft carrier. Neighbour comes out and nearly has a heart attack but recovers nicely to ask if I had room in my bin for some of his rubbish. Other neighbour arrives home and offers to put a rope on the tow bar and pull me up which probably would have worked but the traffic was starting and I didn't care to be mid air with the sound of screeching brakes. The neighbours took photos, lovely of them.
By now motor bike man had picked up his daughter from Day Care and the sun was disappearing and I was chilling. All the cars stopped to help and I felt like saying, "Beached whale, move along, nothing to see here". Ambos turned up with the right pump up cushion and I was the centre of attention again. Being on uneven ground, one pump went one way, next pump went the other so there was a neighbour to the left of me, neighbour to the right of me and she was getting the hang of pumping, ambos to the front to stop me going too far over. With the walker in front and on the last pump, I was up and walking. The girls said they should have these pump up cushions in every ambulance until I let them know they cost up to $4000. I walked quite steadily inside where my blood pressure was 190/90, a tad high but worse my core temperature was down below what it should be. Sitting on crappy sand and grass with the moon coming up will do that. I wasn't going to hospital, they tried to insist but I had a date with a sand remover.
Motor bike man thought it was lovely that the Bear was sitting behind to gate to watch over me. Not likely, he hadn't been fed yet.
The next day is always the worse with sore bits and hurting muscles and I had to go to Optus who had sent me an account which I couldn't leave for too long and I was in the mood for punching someone.
So Spring has sprung and I'm sneezing, it's supposed to snow next week and I'm wondering if they'll let me take the Bear to Debtor's Prison. One bright ray of sunshine was finding out what we all knew but he confirmed, the mad monk is a pisspot.
Sunday, June 11, 2017
Almost normal
I can't believe how long it is since I had enough energy to blog.
Most of May is a blank and you will be pleased about that since I contracted a vile bacterial infection that laid me flat on my back for nearly two weeks.
I know I've said some crappy things about my sister over the years but when she knew what I was going through, she arrived with face mask, rubber gloves and starting washing the unspeakable towells that were in the bath. She even washed the dishes and vac'd the carpet. I don't think I've ever been so glad to see her before.
Three home visits from Doc Marvin and his offsider and the right medication and I started to recover and this morning I walked to the shop for my first coffee in over a month. Coffee is the first thing I go off when I'm crook. But parched and trying to eat to take pills, a mouthful of ice cold lemonade is divine.
In the middle of all this the nbn shows up again. And Optusnet is lucky it shuts down for the weekend. After 5 calls this week I could not stand another imbecile to hate and want to punch. I now have internet, mobile but no landlines, I don't even know if the mobile is wifi or still pre-paid.
The nbn 2nd moron without telling me moved the connection outside next to my bedroom. The nbn 3rd had a brain and asked me was that where I wanted it, no, two windows down next to my study where the bloody computer is. He was good, even put back the loose tiles for me, did something he wasn't supposed to but I did look like death and connected the nbn thingy. All this after I'd dragged so much out of the sewing room so the guy could get to the corner which they never used. The study, I didn't touch so this poor bloke had to crawl through the shredding carpet, dust and rubbish to put in the whatever. The saga is continuing and I have some Optus piece of crud coming out next Friday to make sure everything is set. I will hide the geologist's pick and the hammer.
Next on the list was the specialist for sinus. I had to dye my hair, it had turned white while I was ill but still had some red on the tips. I looked like a cockatoo. I had been too weak to shower and was washing in the bathroom basin but I needed a shower. I had everything ready including a chair to sit on while I dried off. Carefully into the shower, wash dye out of hair, wash legs while I'm bending over because standing up makes me woozy but a sort of bang made me stand up quickly as the hot water tap sprayed boiling water everywhere. Fortunately I don't have a fixed shower head and banged the arm down to the wall and I'm stuck in the corner. After edging my way out and standing in the cold I still manage to wash. After that I rang SE water faults and the girl asked if that noise was the water running, Niagra Falls was still going. Could I go outside and turn off the water, no.
Do you have a plumber, no. I've always called them for plumbers involving loads of water so she had one in the area. He arrived, 20 minutes later the disintegrated washer in the tap was fixed and so was my $105.00.
Next day, cold and I never realized how far away North Road Brighton was as I watched the taxi fare climb. Half hour in a freezing cold (oh how I hate polished board floors) waiting room and slightly more than half an hour, consultation and camera up my nose (no, I didn't want to watch a movie of the inside of my nose) no cancer or tumour , deviated septum and he lost interest in operating when I let him know I didn't have medibank Private. Out I go to the desk where I'm presented with a $335.00 account, oh yes he bulkbills after you pay, thank goodness for credit cards, done and I got a refund in the bank before I was home. Raining now, taxi at least knew where he was going and another fist full of notes disappeared.
I don't know the results yet because I'm still saving for my doctor. Mick the mower beat him to the last of my savings. And there is still two pairs of glasses to be picked up, $200 each but I had money back on those because it was only lens.
And just to edge me closer to breakdown, I have Annie O'Dyne driving around Melbourne from up bush and Antikva telling me she wasn't well and me yelling get to the hospital and by the time she took notice, she had to be operated on. Thank God we live at opposite ends of the state or we'd probably kill each other. Mother is fine, thanks for not asking. She got such a shock at how I looked, pre hair renovation, that she insisted I stay home and just ring her. Of course I don't have a landline, thanks Optus, thanks Malcolm Turnbull, you cretinous moron.
Most of May is a blank and you will be pleased about that since I contracted a vile bacterial infection that laid me flat on my back for nearly two weeks.
I know I've said some crappy things about my sister over the years but when she knew what I was going through, she arrived with face mask, rubber gloves and starting washing the unspeakable towells that were in the bath. She even washed the dishes and vac'd the carpet. I don't think I've ever been so glad to see her before.
Three home visits from Doc Marvin and his offsider and the right medication and I started to recover and this morning I walked to the shop for my first coffee in over a month. Coffee is the first thing I go off when I'm crook. But parched and trying to eat to take pills, a mouthful of ice cold lemonade is divine.
In the middle of all this the nbn shows up again. And Optusnet is lucky it shuts down for the weekend. After 5 calls this week I could not stand another imbecile to hate and want to punch. I now have internet, mobile but no landlines, I don't even know if the mobile is wifi or still pre-paid.
The nbn 2nd moron without telling me moved the connection outside next to my bedroom. The nbn 3rd had a brain and asked me was that where I wanted it, no, two windows down next to my study where the bloody computer is. He was good, even put back the loose tiles for me, did something he wasn't supposed to but I did look like death and connected the nbn thingy. All this after I'd dragged so much out of the sewing room so the guy could get to the corner which they never used. The study, I didn't touch so this poor bloke had to crawl through the shredding carpet, dust and rubbish to put in the whatever. The saga is continuing and I have some Optus piece of crud coming out next Friday to make sure everything is set. I will hide the geologist's pick and the hammer.
Next on the list was the specialist for sinus. I had to dye my hair, it had turned white while I was ill but still had some red on the tips. I looked like a cockatoo. I had been too weak to shower and was washing in the bathroom basin but I needed a shower. I had everything ready including a chair to sit on while I dried off. Carefully into the shower, wash dye out of hair, wash legs while I'm bending over because standing up makes me woozy but a sort of bang made me stand up quickly as the hot water tap sprayed boiling water everywhere. Fortunately I don't have a fixed shower head and banged the arm down to the wall and I'm stuck in the corner. After edging my way out and standing in the cold I still manage to wash. After that I rang SE water faults and the girl asked if that noise was the water running, Niagra Falls was still going. Could I go outside and turn off the water, no.
Do you have a plumber, no. I've always called them for plumbers involving loads of water so she had one in the area. He arrived, 20 minutes later the disintegrated washer in the tap was fixed and so was my $105.00.
Next day, cold and I never realized how far away North Road Brighton was as I watched the taxi fare climb. Half hour in a freezing cold (oh how I hate polished board floors) waiting room and slightly more than half an hour, consultation and camera up my nose (no, I didn't want to watch a movie of the inside of my nose) no cancer or tumour , deviated septum and he lost interest in operating when I let him know I didn't have medibank Private. Out I go to the desk where I'm presented with a $335.00 account, oh yes he bulkbills after you pay, thank goodness for credit cards, done and I got a refund in the bank before I was home. Raining now, taxi at least knew where he was going and another fist full of notes disappeared.
I don't know the results yet because I'm still saving for my doctor. Mick the mower beat him to the last of my savings. And there is still two pairs of glasses to be picked up, $200 each but I had money back on those because it was only lens.
And just to edge me closer to breakdown, I have Annie O'Dyne driving around Melbourne from up bush and Antikva telling me she wasn't well and me yelling get to the hospital and by the time she took notice, she had to be operated on. Thank God we live at opposite ends of the state or we'd probably kill each other. Mother is fine, thanks for not asking. She got such a shock at how I looked, pre hair renovation, that she insisted I stay home and just ring her. Of course I don't have a landline, thanks Optus, thanks Malcolm Turnbull, you cretinous moron.
Friday, May 12, 2017
It was all go this morning
Groceries were supposed to arrive between 8 and 11 so I was up at 7. Doing all the lovely stuff on the computer that I used to run around doing. Always check the Book Depository bargains and today we have a winner. I have had a book on my wishlist for so long but could not justify the $139 it was priced at but I kept it there to look at. 150 years of Wartski's by Geoffrey Munn and 200 photographs, a lot of the socialites and royalty wearing the jewells. I've bought books before with not enough photos and very wordy almost text book about jewellery but I thought I couldn't go wrong with Geoffrey. The lovely man who almost shakes out of his shoes when he gets a shinning jewell on the Roadshow. It was reduced to $80, this is the moment a credit card shines so I bought.
By this time it was no good getting in the shower so breakfast instead. Knock on door, nbn has arrived but only to put the box on the outside. Another crew will turn up at some time and put the box on the inside. No shower. Groceries turn up and I am furious that for the second time they have run out of potatoes which means going out and carting home the heavy things.
nbn crew are still on the roof, no shower.
Another fluoro vest goes past, I'm expecting mail, he's going too fast to drop off mail. Fluoro does a u-turn down the drive and drops two parcels at the door and I find another in the mail box this afternoon and he doesn't shut the gate. No shower yet. nbn crew move along and I close my eyes for a moment after ringing mother and wake up at midday with the usual drool down my chin and a parched throat like the Gobi desert. At least I try to wake up, it takes a while and I still haven't showered. There's plenty of time to do that and get to Southland but I stand up and the world turns.
I feel like someone has punched me on the cheekbone, there is a pain in my forehead so I decide to sit down again.
Too much rushing around this morning, not enough sleep last night (full moon) and I am sitting here waiting to have a shower and wash my hair to go out tomorrow. I think I'm just about steady enough if I move carefully. The cat is waiting for his bowl, the eyes are boring into my back.
Apart from the sinus whatever and the after affects of Prednisolone I am still shaking and anxious. I should know by now that having anything to do with granddaughters also means the ex daughter in law. One should forgive and forget, I don't, I forget entirely the fact that she still lives until something happy comes up and she is there. I know too much about her to forgive, it's easier to forget and most of the time I can. A lot of friends have gone from my life, moved on or upwards and I no longer think of them but she is personal. She is a toad under a rock, in her mind she has turned her life around and now bathes in the love of God, such a hypocrite. I bet the Devil is happy, she won't be sitting at his right hand. That felt good, nothing like a bit of bile and bitterness thrown at someone who doesn't know it. I'm still shaking but a hot shower is on the way. Funny thing is, I don't hate the bitch, she lost far more than I did, I just don't want to acknowledge she exists.
Hot shower and hair wash, if you don't hear from me, send the Ambos around to pick me up off the tiles.
By this time it was no good getting in the shower so breakfast instead. Knock on door, nbn has arrived but only to put the box on the outside. Another crew will turn up at some time and put the box on the inside. No shower. Groceries turn up and I am furious that for the second time they have run out of potatoes which means going out and carting home the heavy things.
nbn crew are still on the roof, no shower.
Another fluoro vest goes past, I'm expecting mail, he's going too fast to drop off mail. Fluoro does a u-turn down the drive and drops two parcels at the door and I find another in the mail box this afternoon and he doesn't shut the gate. No shower yet. nbn crew move along and I close my eyes for a moment after ringing mother and wake up at midday with the usual drool down my chin and a parched throat like the Gobi desert. At least I try to wake up, it takes a while and I still haven't showered. There's plenty of time to do that and get to Southland but I stand up and the world turns.
I feel like someone has punched me on the cheekbone, there is a pain in my forehead so I decide to sit down again.
Too much rushing around this morning, not enough sleep last night (full moon) and I am sitting here waiting to have a shower and wash my hair to go out tomorrow. I think I'm just about steady enough if I move carefully. The cat is waiting for his bowl, the eyes are boring into my back.
Apart from the sinus whatever and the after affects of Prednisolone I am still shaking and anxious. I should know by now that having anything to do with granddaughters also means the ex daughter in law. One should forgive and forget, I don't, I forget entirely the fact that she still lives until something happy comes up and she is there. I know too much about her to forgive, it's easier to forget and most of the time I can. A lot of friends have gone from my life, moved on or upwards and I no longer think of them but she is personal. She is a toad under a rock, in her mind she has turned her life around and now bathes in the love of God, such a hypocrite. I bet the Devil is happy, she won't be sitting at his right hand. That felt good, nothing like a bit of bile and bitterness thrown at someone who doesn't know it. I'm still shaking but a hot shower is on the way. Funny thing is, I don't hate the bitch, she lost far more than I did, I just don't want to acknowledge she exists.
Hot shower and hair wash, if you don't hear from me, send the Ambos around to pick me up off the tiles.
Thursday, May 11, 2017
My mind was made up for me.
So three years ago, I had a CT scan for the deviated septum and because it wasn't something that seemed important, I thought another year would be okay. Except now it is affecting my balance badly. Usually one bad fall a year and ring the Ambos who bring the blow up cushion and I'm right. It's so annoying to hurt yourself trying to get up than it does crashing to the ground.
It 's a joy to remember to turn to the right, turning off the kitchen light turn to the light in the lounge first, sit on the bed before standing and don't cover the right nostril or oxygen doesn't get in.
Bite the bullet, sister, and get thee an appointment at the specialist and I wasn't expecting 30th May but we have it. Another CT scan, blood test but no fasting test because of some other medication that sends glucose all the way to the moon. I still have the 2014 scan so they can tell the difference. Just as long as no one decides to stick a sharp thing up my nose for a biopsy while I am still conscious.
It wasn't a flying leap out of the back door, I just put recycle paper in that bin, turned to grab the walker to get the mail and I was sitting on the bottom step. I didn't want to scratch the skin on my legs on the concrete so I swung around and managed to up myself to the next step. You all know by now the rules of knee replacements, never sit with bum lower than knees unless you're some little fairy like thing that can float upwards. I could hold the walker but trying to pull myself up with that would just bring it down on the top of my head. I needed two strong blokes to lean on the walker and I'd have been up in a trice. Instead I had to crawl inside to get to the phone and crawling across the steel rails of the sliding door is not fun. And I mean bum crawl, not on knees, that's a screaming crawl with loads of swearing. So I manage the door to the carpet and plonk for a moment. Oh my giddy aunt, the floor doesn't look too bad when standing up but at cat level, it's appallllling. Never let anyone tell you a short hair cat does not shed. From floor level it looked like spider webs hanging off everything and believe me I''m trying not to look down a week later.
I should have pulled a cushion to the floor before I rang because the bones started to feel like they were trying to slice through the blubber after a while. I always get guilty ringing in case an ambulance is urgently needed elsewhere but they just by-pass me and ring to let me know. It's a shame they didn't pass on the message to the three ambos who turn up that I needed the blow up cushion, I had to wait another half hour. That was after this little creature took my blood pressure with a crushing that would have done Arnie proud. That was the arm that must have hit the sliding door and I hadn't noticed but do I have a bruise that could outdo a sunset at Broome Beach.
Next lot turn up. No small blow up cushion, we have the lifeboat off the Titanic again and because of the moronic nbn who need to get into my sewing room, right in the corner, the lounge is crowded with "STUFF". Impossible to move the coffee table. So she spreads it all out and says could I slide down and on to the rubber. Oh no problemo except for the three large pipe openings where the hose goes in to blow it up. What she really meant was, let's go for it and rip you a new one.
Here we go and tell the experts, roll that in half, I will roll over as far as I can towards the coffee table or if you like the Carpathia and you can slide the flat rubber behind me up to my shoulders. I will then roll over and you can pull it straight and then blow it up. Stares of surprise, the fat lady is right.
20 seconds later and I'm ascending and I say another 4 inches but why, well by the time I get to the bottom of this to stand up I'm going to have squished it right down so she does that and I squish it down to the right size and stand up, walk over to my chair and sit. They are always so surprised that I have not hurt myself but I'll hurt tomorrow. Another blood pressure test which is 160 over I'm not telling you and they're off.
Cat gets up on the chair, stares into my eyes and asks if my can opening hand is broken. Bloody get up and open his tea. I'm thinking of my tea but decide not to bend over to find the gin. I do decide to ring the doc and make an appointment for the morning. Then I make a promise that if all this STUFF is going to be hanging around I'd better make it tidy so for the last week I've been playing with fabric and throwing out STUFF.
Arm is still glowing sunset. My mother has been told that anywhere near the 30th, a near death experience will not keep me by her side. The balance on the left side is actually bothering me especially after this week when I bent down to pick up a safety pin which went straight into my foot and I backed up to the toilet and jammed the foot on top of the toilet roll and sat until it stopped bleeding. Bravely I showered, got out, towelled down and I'm bleeding again. The towell was rough and I'd rubbed the fine skin too hard.
Bedroom, throw myself onto the bed, bandage up the leg and then deal with the foot. Do you know how hard it is to hold a small torch, mirror and bandaid in one hand while trying to find a small hole that doesn't want to be found. I managed, better than cutting down on this blog post.
My stars said I would have a great month, my Tarot said straight ahead, all will be well, my Angel cards said happy addition to the family....What?? but that was the engagement and she has asked me to bead part of her dress. Sharp beading needles, white lace, hope next month's astrology is good.
It 's a joy to remember to turn to the right, turning off the kitchen light turn to the light in the lounge first, sit on the bed before standing and don't cover the right nostril or oxygen doesn't get in.
Bite the bullet, sister, and get thee an appointment at the specialist and I wasn't expecting 30th May but we have it. Another CT scan, blood test but no fasting test because of some other medication that sends glucose all the way to the moon. I still have the 2014 scan so they can tell the difference. Just as long as no one decides to stick a sharp thing up my nose for a biopsy while I am still conscious.
It wasn't a flying leap out of the back door, I just put recycle paper in that bin, turned to grab the walker to get the mail and I was sitting on the bottom step. I didn't want to scratch the skin on my legs on the concrete so I swung around and managed to up myself to the next step. You all know by now the rules of knee replacements, never sit with bum lower than knees unless you're some little fairy like thing that can float upwards. I could hold the walker but trying to pull myself up with that would just bring it down on the top of my head. I needed two strong blokes to lean on the walker and I'd have been up in a trice. Instead I had to crawl inside to get to the phone and crawling across the steel rails of the sliding door is not fun. And I mean bum crawl, not on knees, that's a screaming crawl with loads of swearing. So I manage the door to the carpet and plonk for a moment. Oh my giddy aunt, the floor doesn't look too bad when standing up but at cat level, it's appallllling. Never let anyone tell you a short hair cat does not shed. From floor level it looked like spider webs hanging off everything and believe me I''m trying not to look down a week later.
I should have pulled a cushion to the floor before I rang because the bones started to feel like they were trying to slice through the blubber after a while. I always get guilty ringing in case an ambulance is urgently needed elsewhere but they just by-pass me and ring to let me know. It's a shame they didn't pass on the message to the three ambos who turn up that I needed the blow up cushion, I had to wait another half hour. That was after this little creature took my blood pressure with a crushing that would have done Arnie proud. That was the arm that must have hit the sliding door and I hadn't noticed but do I have a bruise that could outdo a sunset at Broome Beach.
Next lot turn up. No small blow up cushion, we have the lifeboat off the Titanic again and because of the moronic nbn who need to get into my sewing room, right in the corner, the lounge is crowded with "STUFF". Impossible to move the coffee table. So she spreads it all out and says could I slide down and on to the rubber. Oh no problemo except for the three large pipe openings where the hose goes in to blow it up. What she really meant was, let's go for it and rip you a new one.
Here we go and tell the experts, roll that in half, I will roll over as far as I can towards the coffee table or if you like the Carpathia and you can slide the flat rubber behind me up to my shoulders. I will then roll over and you can pull it straight and then blow it up. Stares of surprise, the fat lady is right.
20 seconds later and I'm ascending and I say another 4 inches but why, well by the time I get to the bottom of this to stand up I'm going to have squished it right down so she does that and I squish it down to the right size and stand up, walk over to my chair and sit. They are always so surprised that I have not hurt myself but I'll hurt tomorrow. Another blood pressure test which is 160 over I'm not telling you and they're off.
Cat gets up on the chair, stares into my eyes and asks if my can opening hand is broken. Bloody get up and open his tea. I'm thinking of my tea but decide not to bend over to find the gin. I do decide to ring the doc and make an appointment for the morning. Then I make a promise that if all this STUFF is going to be hanging around I'd better make it tidy so for the last week I've been playing with fabric and throwing out STUFF.
Arm is still glowing sunset. My mother has been told that anywhere near the 30th, a near death experience will not keep me by her side. The balance on the left side is actually bothering me especially after this week when I bent down to pick up a safety pin which went straight into my foot and I backed up to the toilet and jammed the foot on top of the toilet roll and sat until it stopped bleeding. Bravely I showered, got out, towelled down and I'm bleeding again. The towell was rough and I'd rubbed the fine skin too hard.
Bedroom, throw myself onto the bed, bandage up the leg and then deal with the foot. Do you know how hard it is to hold a small torch, mirror and bandaid in one hand while trying to find a small hole that doesn't want to be found. I managed, better than cutting down on this blog post.
My stars said I would have a great month, my Tarot said straight ahead, all will be well, my Angel cards said happy addition to the family....What?? but that was the engagement and she has asked me to bead part of her dress. Sharp beading needles, white lace, hope next month's astrology is good.
Monday, April 24, 2017
Saturday, April 22, 2017
Why bother?
This is Ashley James and she's wearing a Bluebella emerson bra. At least she's not wearing a Bluebella emerson thong, painful. Coming from someone who should register her boobs as lethal weapons, I really shouldn't throw tits at tits but these look so uncomfortable I just had to speak up.
I know feminists are supposed to support women in anything they choose to do and wear and if Ashley wants to tie herself in triangles, good for her. All I can see is me tying myself in knots trying to figure out what string goes where and what part will it support.
This is when I thought of men wearing this, they'd only have to wear half of the Bluebella emerson but wait for a moment and it will blow your mind, yes, you've got it. Their anatomy means two bits will fall out and one bit will be strangled. A fitting revenge for the comfort of their boxer boy legs they didn't think we should wear.
Is that a little garbled? Well I haven't had any coffee and I'm going to see mother and I can't find any knickers which is why Ashley got right up my nose. I am wearing underwire bras but one wire has gone missing so slightly lopsided until I yoiked up the strap and I am now even. I need coffee.
Friday, April 21, 2017
Will migrants be grilled on the tradition of BBQ sausage on bread?
Dear Prime Minister and that other moron that seems to be attached to your side these days,
How many languages do you speak?
At least little Nigel Molesworthless spoke Mandarin.
Do you really think that Pauline Hanson would pass this test? Perhaps another section should be added, 'foot in mouth' English. I suppose she can still speak 'Chippie' although her current BimBot wouldn't allow such vulgarity.
Shorten would pass, he speaks English and Butch Union. Umm, possibly knows the Qld code of beer can clicking but only the Secret Union Stuff.
Abbott speaks and lies in fluent English. There, another section 'Can you tell a lie like or believe one from a backbencher?'
Should cheating and running around the rules using 'Lawyer speak' be a separate section since so many Parlimentarians are so fluent in it?
And you wouldn't put Barnaby in charge of the language of the Bard, although I have heard he speaks 4 languages, English, Sheep Shit, Cow Crap and Utter Rubbish.
Ignore anyone in Parliament who comes from Queensland, not good with English but do seem to be fluent in Coal seam and mumbling with a secret code of beer can clicking.
Now dear Mr Trumpbull, er, Crumbull, damn let's just go with Malcolm, as warm and cuddly as a dying Barrier Reef, I don't think you've given the new Migrant test for being a "Beer swilling, fly wrangling, thong wearing, sheila respecting, bloody good Aussie Bloke" a really good think.
Won't somebody think of the children? Our children who only speak Strine who'll be out there competing with migrants who must speak at least two languages, sometimes three if it's a dialect of the other two.
Parliamentarians should show an example, start at the top of the dung heap and it will trickle down to the peasantry. Learn another language, speak it, read it, swear in it, cheat in it but show some guts and do what you're asking a 95 year old person, sometimes illiterate, probably traumatized from years of drone bombing whose only dream is peace and quiet and food.
So get orf ya bumcrack, take that beady eyed boofhead and have another go at alienating the world.
I, myself, have already set a fine example of speaking proper good English and a ripper dialect of Foul.
Yours in Mateship, Coppy
(see that, half way through a Phd in nickname)
How many languages do you speak?
At least little Nigel Molesworthless spoke Mandarin.
Do you really think that Pauline Hanson would pass this test? Perhaps another section should be added, 'foot in mouth' English. I suppose she can still speak 'Chippie' although her current BimBot wouldn't allow such vulgarity.
Shorten would pass, he speaks English and Butch Union. Umm, possibly knows the Qld code of beer can clicking but only the Secret Union Stuff.
Abbott speaks and lies in fluent English. There, another section 'Can you tell a lie like or believe one from a backbencher?'
Should cheating and running around the rules using 'Lawyer speak' be a separate section since so many Parlimentarians are so fluent in it?
And you wouldn't put Barnaby in charge of the language of the Bard, although I have heard he speaks 4 languages, English, Sheep Shit, Cow Crap and Utter Rubbish.
Ignore anyone in Parliament who comes from Queensland, not good with English but do seem to be fluent in Coal seam and mumbling with a secret code of beer can clicking.
Now dear Mr Trumpbull, er, Crumbull, damn let's just go with Malcolm, as warm and cuddly as a dying Barrier Reef, I don't think you've given the new Migrant test for being a "Beer swilling, fly wrangling, thong wearing, sheila respecting, bloody good Aussie Bloke" a really good think.
Won't somebody think of the children? Our children who only speak Strine who'll be out there competing with migrants who must speak at least two languages, sometimes three if it's a dialect of the other two.
Parliamentarians should show an example, start at the top of the dung heap and it will trickle down to the peasantry. Learn another language, speak it, read it, swear in it, cheat in it but show some guts and do what you're asking a 95 year old person, sometimes illiterate, probably traumatized from years of drone bombing whose only dream is peace and quiet and food.
So get orf ya bumcrack, take that beady eyed boofhead and have another go at alienating the world.
I, myself, have already set a fine example of speaking proper good English and a ripper dialect of Foul.
Yours in Mateship, Coppy
(see that, half way through a Phd in nickname)
Thursday, April 20, 2017
What luck, two scammers vanquished in 10 minutes.
I have this set as background on my computer and sometimes when I'm trying to think if I did anything that was interesting in the past week, I'll just sit and look at it. I don't like being dragged out of my dreaming by idiots trying to scam electricity and phone plans on me. I don't care if it's the only job they could find to feed their 4 wives and 16 kids, I will yell and rupture their eardrums on a bad day but on a good day, I will use a voice straight out of the Actor's Workshop. From my "Punk" Clint Eastwood to my poisonously sweet Miss Marple, they hang up very quickly.
Saw mother yesterday, wanted to hit mother with a brick yesterday but got revenge by taking her cake home and eating it myself. Every time Doc Marvin goes away on holiday, she begins the long dying and everyone is supposed to tend to her and no-one else. From the look on the face of her favourite carer yesterday, she did yell at her no matter how many times she denied it. She doesn't have the strength to have a really good cough and get the garbage out of her lungs but one small tablet last night did the job. She feels so much better today so there must be some way I can get the Doc out of the country for a month's holiday. And she'll have the flu vac next week and I'll have to remind her for the seventh year in a row that the headache is only a side affect not a brain tumour.
5.07 and the cat is right behind me, eyes boring into my brain. He knows he's in trouble. He brought a friend in to play with, got bored and let the cockroach disappear under the stove. I have no guilt about spraying under there with roach spray and if it gets the mouse so much the better. Perhaps I had better feed him first in case he smells it and hacks up on the carpet. Why are cats never polite enough to go out the open door when it's a paw away from the chucking spot?
Still two scammers vanquished is always a good day.
Monday, April 17, 2017
Complaints...add your own
I can't believe how long it's been since I blogged. Something is wrong, the days seem to be long but the weeks are short.
1. I sat for two days waiting for the nbn to attach the in and out boxes. Nothing. Several messages on the mobile but I had specifically told them not to ring on the mobile but use the land line. These days I do not run to answer a phone. And I couldn't answer the sms because the mobile is not connected to the internet. The truck was in the street, would it have killed them to knock at the door after 4 unanswered calls when I was given a time to be home? I now won't be connected until May, suits me.
Next day I paid the Telstra phone bill and 10 minutes later lost all the landlines. Connect with nbn and optus and after not being able to answer the mobile and spending $20 on pre-paid mobile, the third idiot I spoke to said I should ring Telstra since they still have the account. No, it's not inside the house and no I can't move the couch or all the things in the front room (in the middle of that for nbn) because I can't get down that low. Why low? Because the house is old and all connections are on the skirting board. $15 this time but at least the Telstra bloke was polite and apologetic about the cost and fixed it. Outside line which was drooping after the storm and the delivery trucks were smacking into it. Great, back in business, panic levels dropping.
2. One day after that, landlines are out again. But I notice the light on the powerboard is flickering so I take the phone plug out and try it along the line, all out except one so the phone is okay again. I'm looking at a new powerboard and more money and moving stuff to plug it in. Next member of Parliament who says pensioners should be able to live on what they're given will be sent a vicious email.
Visits to the Doc's and flu vac
Visit to the Podiatrist
Visit to Dentist
Ahoy there Scott Morrisson, try pulling that kind of money out of a pension while you are struggling adding 2 and 2 for the next budget.
3. Mother has lung rot again so oxygen and ventolin full blast. Says she's dying again. She picked up a bit when I refused to go to hospital with her if they insisted. 12 hours last time when I wasn't even offered a cup of tea was the very finish.
4. Nephew turn up and I'm ready to brawl about the warehouse down my hallway, 4 years and counting. Couldn't do it, never kick a man with Gout in the foot. Learned that from my father, when he had Gout, you couldn't breathe near him in case the pain went up a notch. Sister gets Gout in one toe, apparently it hurts a lot. I have so much pain everywhere I wouldn't know. So I still have a warehouse.
5. New fence is up and up and up. I don't know what went wrong but the fence that reaches my brick wall would have to be over 30cm taller. They've spent the weekend digging out their old lemon tree and I notice the wooden fence slowly going up until the spouting disappeared. Usually a new fence will be a bit higher, the other side is about 10cm. And I think they may have nicked some of my land. The two brick fences were quite close, the wooden fence is right on top of my bricks and the other brick fence seems to be about 20cms away from the wood. At least the back fence is sort of fixed up so only half might fall down in a storm. What got up my nose was the fact that these builders and neighbours were walking in and out of my property and never once said what they were doing or getting permission to tramp over my land. I felt like the Queen does when she sees a group of ramblers trotting through Sandringham. And neighbour did the one thing that is a no-no, got going and painted the palings as soon as they were nailed. Wood needs time to settle and dry out and he already has zebra stripes where it's moving and he was so careful not to let one dribble come over on to my unpaid for side.
6. I left the good news for last. The tree lopper did a fantastic job and even though I have a Visa card again, it was worth it. Photos when I remember what I did last time to get them off the camera and onto the computer.
Friday, March 31, 2017
Totally me.
You're the sage! According to Carl Jung, the sage represents wisdom and the search for truth. You are wise beyong your years, patient and a deep thinker. You're driven by a thirst for knowledge. One of your greatest fears is being ignorant, misled, or duped. You're incredibly intelligent but you risk over analyzing until you're actually incapable of making a decision. You're an old soul and wise beyond your years, but Jung would tell you don't get lost in the clouds.
Thursday, March 30, 2017
nbn again but with Optusnet and nuts
You don't ring nbn first, you ring your provider and if you are lucky she speaks Australian.
Unluckily for her, she had to deal with me. I have this strange feeling that I've just done a deal with the crossroads demon and in ten years the Hell Hounds will be after me.
Didn't understand a word, can't work out if I'm richer or poorer, forgot to ask what speed but everything must be done before the nbn comes to the house. She did transfer my phone to optus from Telstra so I didn't lose the number and I will get a bill from them for the balance owing. I hope it's for the $85 a month balance which is the plan I'm on not the 50 or so mobile calls for mother, each one near enough to an hour.
I'll have internet and landline for $110 a month, if I'd brought the mobile phone across it would have been $20 less but I have two mobile phones in my name, pre-paid and one won't be needed at some stage so I went along with leaving things at they were until later when they bring out a better plan. She assures me they will be doing that. Now before Andrew clutches his pearls and faints on the carpet, I know I could have probably done better elsewhere if I knew what I was doing but it was bad enough trying to work with two companies let alone look at 3 or 4 others.
I was paying Telstra $85 a month for ordinary call and all other mobiles not just theirs which was a lot better than what I was paying before they offered me the plan. Mother managed to get up to $330 one month when she was sick and I couldn't get down there every day. Optusnet has been very good with fixing up the computer when it fritzed and good with the pre-paid which is why I went with them because Telstra didn't have pre-paid when I bought the first phone. Expensive back then but they had a special two for one deal and we took it. I was putting $50 on the mobile untill it ran out and $130 on the Internet until it ran out and in the last six months it seemed to be running out very fast. If you can't understand that what do you think it's like inside my brain.
I'm still paying off the tree lopper's visa loan, putting $50 away each fortnight for the house insurance, $50 in the teapot for Mick the mower, hair cut next week, $35 and the bloody cat this week, $17.50 council registration and I might have to go grey, the price of hair dye is discriminating against poor people. I'll give up ice-cream rather than buy cheap rubbish. Let's not forget the two grand a year I spend on taxis getting to mother. The cat won't eat cheap rubbish, $40 a bag for special teeth kibble and it's "Madam, my preferred kitty litter is white crystals with lavender balls, I have a sensitive nose". It would be nice if the nose chipped in for the litter. And the freeloading birds are getting cut down on their grub. Direct Debits for AGL, water and Medibank extras, Rates, which I suppose will go through the roof if one more house gets sold for a million anywhere near me.
I can manage all that except for one vital thing.....knickers. I will have to bite the bullet and make my own, I have the machine, I have the soft fabric, I have the elastic and just thinking about it makes me lose the will to live. I will be tortured before I reveal what the measuring tape said about the size of my nether regions but I can't go out of the house without wearing knickers in case I fall down.
At least perving on good looking blokes is still free and half of them don't wear knickers.
Unluckily for her, she had to deal with me. I have this strange feeling that I've just done a deal with the crossroads demon and in ten years the Hell Hounds will be after me.
Didn't understand a word, can't work out if I'm richer or poorer, forgot to ask what speed but everything must be done before the nbn comes to the house. She did transfer my phone to optus from Telstra so I didn't lose the number and I will get a bill from them for the balance owing. I hope it's for the $85 a month balance which is the plan I'm on not the 50 or so mobile calls for mother, each one near enough to an hour.
I'll have internet and landline for $110 a month, if I'd brought the mobile phone across it would have been $20 less but I have two mobile phones in my name, pre-paid and one won't be needed at some stage so I went along with leaving things at they were until later when they bring out a better plan. She assures me they will be doing that. Now before Andrew clutches his pearls and faints on the carpet, I know I could have probably done better elsewhere if I knew what I was doing but it was bad enough trying to work with two companies let alone look at 3 or 4 others.
I was paying Telstra $85 a month for ordinary call and all other mobiles not just theirs which was a lot better than what I was paying before they offered me the plan. Mother managed to get up to $330 one month when she was sick and I couldn't get down there every day. Optusnet has been very good with fixing up the computer when it fritzed and good with the pre-paid which is why I went with them because Telstra didn't have pre-paid when I bought the first phone. Expensive back then but they had a special two for one deal and we took it. I was putting $50 on the mobile untill it ran out and $130 on the Internet until it ran out and in the last six months it seemed to be running out very fast. If you can't understand that what do you think it's like inside my brain.
I'm still paying off the tree lopper's visa loan, putting $50 away each fortnight for the house insurance, $50 in the teapot for Mick the mower, hair cut next week, $35 and the bloody cat this week, $17.50 council registration and I might have to go grey, the price of hair dye is discriminating against poor people. I'll give up ice-cream rather than buy cheap rubbish. Let's not forget the two grand a year I spend on taxis getting to mother. The cat won't eat cheap rubbish, $40 a bag for special teeth kibble and it's "Madam, my preferred kitty litter is white crystals with lavender balls, I have a sensitive nose". It would be nice if the nose chipped in for the litter. And the freeloading birds are getting cut down on their grub. Direct Debits for AGL, water and Medibank extras, Rates, which I suppose will go through the roof if one more house gets sold for a million anywhere near me.
I can manage all that except for one vital thing.....knickers. I will have to bite the bullet and make my own, I have the machine, I have the soft fabric, I have the elastic and just thinking about it makes me lose the will to live. I will be tortured before I reveal what the measuring tape said about the size of my nether regions but I can't go out of the house without wearing knickers in case I fall down.
At least perving on good looking blokes is still free and half of them don't wear knickers.
Wednesday, March 29, 2017
Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Monday, March 27, 2017
All thanks to Malcolm the Moron, master of the nbn
Well,I sit down and ring the number given to me last week for a tech wizard to come and see where to put the nbn connection box. This is Telstra, this is not for nbn but I will connect you when you stop the hysterical screaming.
Five minutes later, she comes back to the phone. She is terribly sorry but I will have to ring nbn number again in two hours......and here comes the screaming again.....because their computers are down. I think I have rung 3 times and the computers are still not working. Doesn't that give you a wonderful feeling about the nbn and all the joys of its speed we've been promised.
The ritzy booklet tells me to join gen nbn today to avoid disconnection.
It tells me to find the providers in my area or online at nbn.com.au.....scream coming.
nbn does not charge for a standard installation......what utter crap. Tell me what 45 year old house is set up for an easy installation, bloody Malcolm and his copper wires.
My equipment setup.
Outside - an nbn connection box
Inside - Coaxial wall outlet to the splitter coaxial cable to your pay tv
Another long coaxial cable to your own service provider's router and then to your homephone
From the power outlet a power adapter which plugs along with the long coaxial cable into the nbn connection box.
Somewhere in there, nbn provides the boxes and my service provider supplies the router and Ethernet cable to connect my internet and phone devices as required.
My study is nowhere near any of the two phone connections.
And I did not understand anything I just wrote.
No idea what plan I will need, well I do, cheap.
I feel a scream coming on again, even the cat hasn't dared come near me whining for food.
I would really like a handful of fibre optics, should look great sticking out of various Malcolm orifices or should that be orifi, somewhere hurtable anyway.
Five minutes later, she comes back to the phone. She is terribly sorry but I will have to ring nbn number again in two hours......and here comes the screaming again.....because their computers are down. I think I have rung 3 times and the computers are still not working. Doesn't that give you a wonderful feeling about the nbn and all the joys of its speed we've been promised.
The ritzy booklet tells me to join gen nbn today to avoid disconnection.
It tells me to find the providers in my area or online at nbn.com.au.....scream coming.
nbn does not charge for a standard installation......what utter crap. Tell me what 45 year old house is set up for an easy installation, bloody Malcolm and his copper wires.
My equipment setup.
Outside - an nbn connection box
Inside - Coaxial wall outlet to the splitter coaxial cable to your pay tv
Another long coaxial cable to your own service provider's router and then to your homephone
From the power outlet a power adapter which plugs along with the long coaxial cable into the nbn connection box.
Somewhere in there, nbn provides the boxes and my service provider supplies the router and Ethernet cable to connect my internet and phone devices as required.
My study is nowhere near any of the two phone connections.
And I did not understand anything I just wrote.
No idea what plan I will need, well I do, cheap.
I feel a scream coming on again, even the cat hasn't dared come near me whining for food.
I would really like a handful of fibre optics, should look great sticking out of various Malcolm orifices or should that be orifi, somewhere hurtable anyway.
Saturday, March 25, 2017
You must read this or I will cry, I'm very teary.
http://www.abc.net.au/news/2017-03-25/malaria-testing-new-technology-to-battle-endemic-in-png/8385504
I couldn't find this on Youtube but it's only been showing on ABC 24 today. I have written about
this experiment before but this is the first time it's been on the road for field studies. Asssociate Professor Wood is a friend of mine and he and two other scientists have been working for years to get this testing kit funded and on the market. Read right through as this is going to have an impact on us when warm area virus carrying mosquitos start to head down the coast. Ross River Fever is already with us, who knows what will come next.
I hate humidity and I felt breathless just looking at the team working with the local villagers.
The team have had to beg and scrounge for funding and I don't know how they had the patience to try and explain to politicians the science behind this technology. If I knew how to I would email this article to every brainless twit in Parliament except our Pauline who would immediately condemn the mozzies as a muslim plot.
So take a minute and read the article. If the link doesn't work, ABC news on line has it.
I couldn't find this on Youtube but it's only been showing on ABC 24 today. I have written about
this experiment before but this is the first time it's been on the road for field studies. Asssociate Professor Wood is a friend of mine and he and two other scientists have been working for years to get this testing kit funded and on the market. Read right through as this is going to have an impact on us when warm area virus carrying mosquitos start to head down the coast. Ross River Fever is already with us, who knows what will come next.
I hate humidity and I felt breathless just looking at the team working with the local villagers.
The team have had to beg and scrounge for funding and I don't know how they had the patience to try and explain to politicians the science behind this technology. If I knew how to I would email this article to every brainless twit in Parliament except our Pauline who would immediately condemn the mozzies as a muslim plot.
So take a minute and read the article. If the link doesn't work, ABC news on line has it.
Monday, March 06, 2017
She made it
Prognosis when she entered the Nursing Home was 4 to 6 months, seven years ago. Today she makes eighty-seven years old and a great great Grandmother. It makes me half dead. She looked okay with little Clio which was back in December but now she is on oxygen most of the time but her mouth still moves. I turned up yesterday with an old friend of the Home and it was, Mel, could you please move that box and put that rug up there. There was also another old friend of the Home and a grand reunion was in full swing which is why we picked yesterday instead of today. The Homies could take a tour and see what's been done, see whoever is still breathing and both said it was a different atmosphere. Except for one thing, no staff. The girls on the floor were excellent but there were not enough if an emergency occurred.
Because she had a willing slave to command, it was Mel who went through the cupboards and loaded me up with stuff to cart home. I could barely lift the bag and I warned the cab driver before he copped a hernia. I stopped at the corner shop to buy a paper and have a reviving cup of coffee and sat in the Autumn sun, lovely until I had to walk home.
Really looking forward to another year of living two lives.
Friday, February 24, 2017
How the day goes when you sleep til 11
The Doc offered pills but I have enough to be arrested as a dealer but I promised to come back if life gets any darker. It worried him that I've gone off chocolate and ice-cream and haven't been to the pokies for over 3 weeks. Buying patchwork fabric on line is a good substitute because I don't have to go outside the house but even there I'm going to have to have an intervention because I spent the food money. I'm not hungry, most unlike me but it sends the sugar screwy. Everywhere I look there is something I must put away or wash up or wash but it's just too much. Living two lives is finally taking its toll on me.
The Home is giving me the horrors and getting there is like a step too far into breakdown. I am still suspicious that the residents coming in are all in various stages of Dementia. Not their fault but they are walking around, my mother is confined to wheelchair or bed, her chum is the same. They haven't forgotten the last demented walker who slapped and punched one and would creep around mum's bed to see what she could take - in the middle of the night. Now we have an "ohgodohgodohgod" all day, a screamer, a hitter and a crap thrower. You can bet none of this was on their records when they came in.
Not only do I have to worry about any of them getting near my mother but I saw the worst of the worst PCA yesterday. She forgot the bed control but remembered the emergency bell which mum had to use. She's on oxygen all the time now but felt she wasn't getting enough by the time she was put to bed so back comes the prize dill and puts up the oxygen to 3. 10 minutes later mum is getting a bit distressed so back she comes, oh so sorry about that, I've put the machine on the oxygen line and don't we all remember that scene from "Flying High". After I left, some one else discovered that the nose line for the oxygen was in upside down so instead of going into the lungs it was freshening up the room.
No cups of afternoon tea either, staff were all over the road having another meeting and only one to organize the Thursday Happy Hour. If I could I would have been down to the kitchen to complain but I still had to hide the garbage bags, the Home was buying them for each resident but they were disappearing faster than they could be replaced. Mum especially needs them so I was taking my grocery bags down and they disappeared. The tissue boxes disappeared during the night so I've taken to buying 10 boxes at a time and hiding them on the bottom shelf of her table because no-one goes that far down to clean anything. Add to this 2 boxes of colostomy bags which takes me 3 hours at home to fix up and I have to put 20 in one bag, 10 in the other with a big note which says when this box is opened please ring for replacements. Still I did get a pat from an agency nurse who couldn't believe how I could cut them out to the exact fit, everywhere else she goes, she has to do it herself. On behalf of my two mangled fingers, thank you.
Did I remember everything? 2 butterfly motifs for her T-shirts, boxes of tissues, garbage bags, colostomy bags. Fix up the phone charger, wrong one. Write cheque for postage when I get home.
I'm a bit dry, have you any tictacs? Did you have lunch? No, walking with all the crap I couldn't be bothered. I didn't even have any water, thinking I would at least get a cup of tea, ha!
I grabbed a cab at 3.45, got the mail, fed the cat and fell into bed and woke up around 6 with the cat cuddled up to me and a nice dose of the shakes and pain in every joint. Erring on the side of caution I took one happy pill and two Panamax, should have done it the other way round and the shakes would have stopped a lot sooner. The pain in my head will have to stay since I can't take Telfast with everything I've just taken. Cat decides to go out so I leave the door open and turn the lights out, that usually fixes him, rolls in at 1.a.m and curls up with me to get warm and I know the bloody door is still open. Get up to shut it and in my multi-tasking way sprays a huge cockroach on the curtain.
I don't have the shakes today, no pain in the head, no aches but it cost a load of $$$$ in fabric.
The Home is giving me the horrors and getting there is like a step too far into breakdown. I am still suspicious that the residents coming in are all in various stages of Dementia. Not their fault but they are walking around, my mother is confined to wheelchair or bed, her chum is the same. They haven't forgotten the last demented walker who slapped and punched one and would creep around mum's bed to see what she could take - in the middle of the night. Now we have an "ohgodohgodohgod" all day, a screamer, a hitter and a crap thrower. You can bet none of this was on their records when they came in.
Not only do I have to worry about any of them getting near my mother but I saw the worst of the worst PCA yesterday. She forgot the bed control but remembered the emergency bell which mum had to use. She's on oxygen all the time now but felt she wasn't getting enough by the time she was put to bed so back comes the prize dill and puts up the oxygen to 3. 10 minutes later mum is getting a bit distressed so back she comes, oh so sorry about that, I've put the machine on the oxygen line and don't we all remember that scene from "Flying High". After I left, some one else discovered that the nose line for the oxygen was in upside down so instead of going into the lungs it was freshening up the room.
No cups of afternoon tea either, staff were all over the road having another meeting and only one to organize the Thursday Happy Hour. If I could I would have been down to the kitchen to complain but I still had to hide the garbage bags, the Home was buying them for each resident but they were disappearing faster than they could be replaced. Mum especially needs them so I was taking my grocery bags down and they disappeared. The tissue boxes disappeared during the night so I've taken to buying 10 boxes at a time and hiding them on the bottom shelf of her table because no-one goes that far down to clean anything. Add to this 2 boxes of colostomy bags which takes me 3 hours at home to fix up and I have to put 20 in one bag, 10 in the other with a big note which says when this box is opened please ring for replacements. Still I did get a pat from an agency nurse who couldn't believe how I could cut them out to the exact fit, everywhere else she goes, she has to do it herself. On behalf of my two mangled fingers, thank you.
Did I remember everything? 2 butterfly motifs for her T-shirts, boxes of tissues, garbage bags, colostomy bags. Fix up the phone charger, wrong one. Write cheque for postage when I get home.
I'm a bit dry, have you any tictacs? Did you have lunch? No, walking with all the crap I couldn't be bothered. I didn't even have any water, thinking I would at least get a cup of tea, ha!
I grabbed a cab at 3.45, got the mail, fed the cat and fell into bed and woke up around 6 with the cat cuddled up to me and a nice dose of the shakes and pain in every joint. Erring on the side of caution I took one happy pill and two Panamax, should have done it the other way round and the shakes would have stopped a lot sooner. The pain in my head will have to stay since I can't take Telfast with everything I've just taken. Cat decides to go out so I leave the door open and turn the lights out, that usually fixes him, rolls in at 1.a.m and curls up with me to get warm and I know the bloody door is still open. Get up to shut it and in my multi-tasking way sprays a huge cockroach on the curtain.
I don't have the shakes today, no pain in the head, no aches but it cost a load of $$$$ in fabric.
Friday, February 17, 2017
Don't go shopping after speaking with mother.
Work was being done on the gutters and the road is divided by a concrete and tree arrangement, the truck felt it didn't have enough room so without a signal it swerved in front of us, rounded the divide and swerved back in front of us. I swear there was only a gnat's whisker between truck and taxi. Since he didn't slow down in the swerve, I have visions of the back of the truck being a full mixed box.
And mother, dear mother, almost permanently on oxygen or she turns a delightful shade of blue, has decided she doesn't want the glasses that were ordered and I don't blame her. She always has a slight pink tinge to cut down the glare and the pair that came this week had lens of lovely Cartland pink. I even attended the Relatives and Residents meeting to voice complaints but copped one of the bigwigs
of the Aged Care group going on and on about Dementia. It would have been useful for the relatives but his audience except 4 had Dementia but it was a captive audience until I'd had enough and told him my mother didn't have Dementia when she came to the Home and he said it often developed as they aged. I said he was missing the point, that this Home was for high care residents who couldn't walk or look after themselves because of physical trauma but now they are still bedridden or in wheel chairs in a place where the demented can walk around and terrorise them. My dramatic exit was somewhat diminished by having to be levered out of the too small chair. Of course mother was pleased that I spoke up and then told me if anyone came near her she could always poke their eye out with her Chinese fan. So glad you're not in any danger from the demented.
The point of all this is that she wants her optomotrist from two years back. She knows her first name but not the second. Her friend wants her back as well, she knows the first name but not the second and by the time I got off the phone, they couldn't agree on the first name. Finally I've found her name in the cheque book. It was October 2014, okay so we'll go for 2 years ago and Lens and frames cost $285 with the blush tint. This time I was told over the phone, $500 and everyone was charged $500 including the residents with dementia. Please let dear Susan be still in business or I'll go totally round the bend...like a chocolate truck.
Thursday, February 09, 2017
Fire and Ice
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Map of Iceland showing locations of these volcanoes |
Bardarbunga
Grimsvotn
Katla
Pall Einarsson, a geophysicist at the University of Iceland said that Katla, Hekla, Bardarbunga and Grimsvotn are restless.
Katla is the least recently-active volcano of the four, last erupting in 1918 but is now shaking with over magnitude three tremors. It averages about two eruptions each century. It's especially dangerous since it is partly covered by the glacier Myrdalsjokull which fills a caldera depression and covers the eruptive vents so when it does go off it releases hot molten mud flows called Lahars. These are uber Lahars, the last eruption in 1918 extended the southern coast by 5km just with laharic deposits.
Hekla, otherwise know as the "Gateway to Hell" has been quiet for 16 years but data collected in June last year revealed it is building up magma, and it's internal pressure is currently higher than before its last two previous eruptions. It's ready to go, erupting once every 10 years, from 1970 to 2000, it's been dormant until now. Professor Einarsson said that tourists should stay away but what do you do with the 20-30 planes full of passengers flying right over the top of Hekla every day.
Bardarbunga volcano had a red alert issued at the end of August 2014 to February 2015 when it experienced a small eruption but only because it lies underneath the Vatnajokull glacier. The volcano sits in a 700metre caldera beneath ice but the majority eruptions come out of the fissures in the side. Not small fissures either, the Veidivotn fissure extends for over 62 miles to the south west almost reaching Torfajokull volcano while the Trollagigar fissure extends 31 miles to the north east towards the Askja volcano.
The last eruption was the strongest of its kind in Europe in more than 240 years and with earthquakes starting up, it suggests that magma could be building below the surface.
Grimsvotn is a near neighbour to Bardarbunga and likely to be fuelled by the same source of magma. It erupted in 2011, sent a huge plume of ash skywards leading to flights being grounded. Seismic activity is steadily rising.
These are only four of the volcanoes that dot the island of Iceland. Between the lot of them you have just about every kind of volcanic activity documented. All we need now is for the other side of the world to start rumbling, Yellowstone is already doing that but I mean rumbling in a really vicious Presidential kind of rumbling and then I might worry.
What a night to frazzle
Coming up for the weekend is Wild Time in the skies. We have a full moon called a snow moon in the northern hemisphere, an eclipse on top of that and a passing comet. So time for something crazy and I won't be dancing in the nude, mosquitoes are hungry down south. Unfortunately we don't see the eclipse or the comet but we feel the effects.
Iceland is about to bust out in volcanic eruptions, four are rumbling and grumbling. This is a job for drones instead of planes, lose a drone, lose money, lose a plane and lose people.
Wednesday, February 01, 2017
I want it now and I want it all, gimme gimme!
Iced Vo Vo Pavlova.
I am hypnotized by the luscious.
There are ten layers.
I mean TEN layers of sugar induced coma just sitting there.
I will electrocute myself if I keep drooling on the keyboard.
The only other cake as yum as this was the ganache covered trifle cake.
But I'm true to my roots, Pavlova Rules.
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