The Year went very fast.

Mother on the left and twin sister on the right. Sister is still going but it's one year since Mother died.  All that stuff on the tray is still coming to light in my lounge, in boxes and purses, no money though. I opened one wash bag and found 4 bottles of glue. I have a basket with all the glue I found, she'd put it some where safe and not remember so she'd bribe a carer to get some more at the craft shop. I am still scrapping stick on beads off the bottom of my feet.  There must have been a bag that broke and the damn things have sifted themselves through the mile high landfill I still have.  Don't mind them sticking to the carpet but put my foot down and pain means getting out a ruler and running it over the soles of my feet.  I have now lost my 2020 diary in the middle of the mess and lost River's present but found Elephant's Child's gift.  Somehow it will all arrive in good time.

"Carolyn Petit is looking for work", tweeter, writer, editor and Feminist posted an article on reviewing, citing the reviews of Pauline Kael.  I recognized that name and I knew I had two of her books, but one is missing, my sister probably, a known non book returner. So I hauled it out to refresh myself since reading her review of Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark, which she hated.  My book had her review of Indiana and the Temple of Doom which she loved. Since all the Indiana adventures have just been screened, they were still fresh in the mind.  She liked Temple of Doom for the comedy, she liked that Kate Capshaw wasn't some chick in distress but in good old 1930s vibe, she was a broad.
A broad who whined a lot, a money hungry broad but funny.  The whole review was illuminating and I wanted to watch it again through her eyes.  This was before the next film with Sean Connery and I would have loved her view of The Crystal skull. I think she would have shredded that to pieces, too much CGI. She showed up the humour and when I read that, I tried to think of one bit of real humour in the other Indiana movies. But she was right, Temple of Doom was the only really funny one of them all. Do I remember any funny bits, one came to mind immediately. Indy hates snakes and she had had an elephant driving her crazy with its trunk so sitting in the dark, clunk on her shoulder goes what she thinks is that damn trunk again. She pulls it off and throw it across the camp fire straight at Indy but it's a python and he's got it. Ok, perhaps you have to see the movie.  
I've still got the book out, it's the kind of book that you dip into, next up is Star Trek 111, the Search for Spock and then Independence Day.
On the back cover, it says: Indifferent to hype and received opinion, she is true to what she sees. Above all, she writes with the conviction of someone who cares about movies.
Can't wait to see what she writes about Rambo First Blood, 11 and 111. 

I'm sorry I'm not a child this Christmas, I would just love a Unicorn that poops glitter or if you twist the tail, poops a glitter twist. Revolting but only because it reminds me of the Liberal Party and its policies, all glitter and crap.

I hadn't posted it.

I hadn't posted the coffee table, too busy drooling over it. The glass top is inserted into the wood so it won't slip. The edge is carved and the legs are a joy. The colour looks a dream and it is just the right size for the room.  Mother's inheritance again.  I love it, I'm still enjoying it so much I haven't put the frogs and crystals back on top.

A Christmas gift for me

I spent hours going through ebay looking for a blanket/storage box/seat and put all the favourites on the wish list for an overnight think.  Next morning I deleted all except one and that was horribly expensive and a bit too wide and bulky and a close look at the fabric was just eww. Delete. Start again in a more expensive style but the same thing, too large, bulky, shit fabric. Delete.

I didn't want to buy chairs for my dining table, I never invite anybody to eat from my kitchen in case their immune system isn't up to scratch.  The chairs these days are not well made, they never have stretchers between the back and front legs to give strength and they are so plain and ugly.  What I'm trying to do is lower the profile of the room but keep the chairs high so I can use them.  Some smartie from long ago said you should have one chair for comfort, 2 chairs for friendship and 3 chairs for company or something like that.

So I switched over to my favourite furniture store and with much ohhing and ahhing scrolled through old fashioned solid wood everything until I reached this.  And with fingers crossed I checked the measurements, it works.  It will slide under the table when not in use, it has a low profile, and I fit it.  The top lifts for music but it will be for my doillies which I was sending to the op shop but just couldn't find the strength to say goodbye.
It's the lovely shade of rosewood that I love.  I was straight into the fabric and found the raspberry and gold brocade but also the imperial purple and gold but the pink won out.
Lucky my upholsterer lives next door.

The money came out of Mother's inheritance and I have been very careful with that. She would have loved this.  She would have loved the entire shop. She would have gone crazy on ebay but, like me, she loved old furniture.  I already have it, the seller rang yesterday and asked would I mind him delivering it in half an hour, joking, of course.  I love it, it was meant to live with me.  As soon as the glass cabinet moves to the sewing room I'll have a place that is exactly right.  And the man thanked me for being a 2nd time customer, if only he knew that if I had the money he'd have an empty shop. And there is a gorgeous writing desk but that is a reward for cleaning up a space to put it.

Thought it might be a bit tight but see where the arms bulge, perfect bum fit.

Sister in Yeppoon

If you embiggen this it will be huge but I had to try 3 different downloads until I could get it on Blogger.
My sister rang this morning, it was 9 o'clock Qld time and 10 in Melbourne, 40 degrees in Yeppoon and 15 degrees here which is why I was still in bed. I was cheeping like a budgie from asthma, frightened the postie when I opened the door, cough and bashed my forehead on the door frame.
Anyway back to the photo, it's a baby bat, the orange thing is the bat dummy to calm it down. She said not as many birds are coming for feed and they're picking up the bats in the back yard and taking them to the animal hospital.
Summer in Melbourne and 15 degrees and I'm freezing so the fire is on, kill me.

The way the world is now, I doubt that it will be here by the end of December so I ate my Christmas chocolates last night.
I hate cricket.
I hate reality shows.
I hate Christmas ads showing mountains of food that people can't afford.

I'll have to go looking for cute cat pictures or a breakdown is round the corner.

Countdown to the Christmas Hysteria.

Now this is what I call a brilliant idea for a Christmas Tree.  I have everything needed to make it although the hearts are red and not pink but with the right gold ribbon it would be gorgeous. No need to worry about the cat, he wouldn't even notice, high enough and he'd walk under it, wrong height and he'd just walk through it. I'd love it in the corner of my bedroom if I ever get that room under control.  I swear if I took everything off the dressing table the rubbish and jewellery would cover the bed. I know, I've done it in the past.

Now for something completely insane.  I have a habit of snoozing in the chair and when I wake up I'm usually a bit dopey but if I looked down and saw these on my fat feet I'd wonder if I was still asleep. They're crazy because they look so real. Lord knows what the Bear would make of them, he's twitchy enough as it is.

This is not insane, it's just insanely cute. A twig tree full of Christmas frogs, joy.  I have the twigs, had them for about 5 years but I just haven't gotten around to making it all up.
And you can't say I haven't enough glitter frogs.

Read an article about people buying too many clothes and throwing them away to buy more. All this American Black Friday sales rubbish. Putting photographs away (almost done) and some of my dresses are 30 years old, last century ffs.  So how come they still fit when my new scales have shown my new weight. It's the legs, they're like tree trunks and if I could weigh them without the rest of the body I'd be half the size I am.  So glad I didn't buy the scales that actually tell you in a loud voice how much fat you've got and how much since the last weigh in, bloody nervous breakdown time that would be. But the dresses still fit.  It seems my mind was far ahead of JK Rowling and I've sewn an undetectable extension charm into all my seems, only explanation. Should go now since I've been going to the shower for the last two hours, time flies in a new chair.

It's been that kind of week

I love this Catmas Tree.  The Ice Bear is at the bottom although he hasn't looked this awake for days. It's a happy happy picture until someone grabs a bauble.

I have a slight problem with a real tree.  After the hot day and the change and the wind, a branch broke in the middle of all the other branches and the only thing holding it off the ground is the tree next to it.  So being a smartie I thought I could sit in the chair and pull it towards me and cut the branches bit by bit until I realized that on the other side the branches were very much too close to 3 wires included electricity. If the wind changes then those wires will really be whacked around.  I'll ring AGL tomorrow because I don't want any neighbours getting fried. The main branch has rotted right in the middle and I couldn't move it an inch. I'm worried most about the big dead dried one that has spread out in spindly dry bits and the wind is really whipping those around.

If the lights go out I'll know why.  At least it didn't happen last night in the middle of The Last Jedi.  I hadn't seen this movie, don't ask why as I've seen every other Star War movie. I don't remember it at all.  I put it down to mother, she must have been having an episode when it was released but usually I would have bought the dvd and watched it.  I just don't remember the film at all.  And the last Star Wars is due out in December, I'd go, Gold Class but I couldn't stand the kids everywhere and I'd bawl my eyes out if it's a sad ending. I've avoided all the trailers so far.

There are sounds behind me, it's alive, yes 4.41, the stomach has awoken. Fancy Feast has changed their recipe and he is not happy and fortunately he doesn't like the very expensive stuff.  He also doesn't like his new tray. Very expensive, like the food, stainless steel and wood but shiney, he thinks another cat is trying to steal the food. He's exhausting, how did I manage 4 cats and 3 dogs and 2 kids, I can't even think about those days. Everytime I see a family on tv I go into shock.  I was meant to be selfish or have servants. 

I have been returned by the aliens, I was too alien for them

After the last weeks of horror, I found this little creature in my files. No burnt paws, or ears, no gasping for air, no terror in the eyes. The animals in the bush are in my dreams and they'll never leave, what a way to remember a destroyed species.  As for our Prime Arse in charge, never mind money for roadworks in the never never future, half a dozen water carrying helicopters and planes for now would be sensible and might even get you a vote at the next election.  It won't be mine though.

At last I have a new computer chair but no instructions so from sitting 6 inches off the floor, I'm now 6 inches down from the ceiling. I can't read the settings on the lever because they were written for people with eyesight that can kneel on the floor and crawl under the chair to work it and you just know that's not me. I could barely move after sitting in it for 2 days until the bones creaked and groaned into the new posture. Over the other side of the study is the new table/desk, more room but less taking up space.

Just when I need all the time I can get for the de-cluttering, I find I've been signed up to twitter which I have not yet worked out, Instagram which I have not yet worked out, fakebook which I have never been able to work out after years of trying but never will I give up the blog.  Something else I can never give up, ebay although I have cut down on the hours spent there looking for Mother stuff. It's handy for the nights I can't sleep and this weekend I found the coffee table that has been waiting for me, just for me. I love it and I haven't even put anything on it yet not even the rocks and frogs. This is the one I've dreamed of, the right size, the right height and with inset glass that won't slide and the price was right and the seller was driving my way and would I mind if he dropped in it at 8 a.m., was he kidding!  Of course that meant out of bed and make space for it. 
He did look a bit befuddled when he walked in but I did say I was de-cluttering. Photo is coming as soon as I find where bloody google hid it.

Christmas gifts are found but not sent yet. Do you realize how close Christmas is although Southland hasn't started the jingles yet. River and El Chi, I have divine little brooches for you except when I was putting everything away so I wouldn't lose any, I lost yours. See what happens when tidy gets in the way. And I dropped my money crystal down behind the chest of drawers but genius, I pulled the bottom drawer right out and managed to grab it with bbq tongs, I mean I'm going to need a money crystal. I still have a bed to buy or maybe just the base, depends if the base costs more than the special of the day of mattress and base. Do you feel that life has become very complicated or may be I'm just old from 10 years of nursing home visits.

And just to make your day, made mine hideous. Dizzy Folau said God gave us bushfires to punish us for same sex marriage but never mind him, plenty of us non dizzies to support and encourage you. I love a good wedding but my divorce was so much better.

I wish spring would make up its mind, cold or warm

A very good saying especially for someone with a volcanic temper and a wicked back hander with a geologist's pick.

This morning I was woken up by the cat who roared into my ear while staring at my eyes. No kibble since Sunday but it's being delivered this morning, I've told him that several times. It's not like he couldn't live off his fat until Christmas but a cat of habit demands that all bowls be filled, for snacking, all day, every day.  He took his own photo the other night trying to knock the camera out of my hand so as soon as I remember how to do it, I'll post it here.

Still no computer chair, no table up either.  I can't even get the table parts out of the box and couldn't move the chair box.  I need an all round handy man and yes Highriser I am looking at you.  You'll even get paid. I need new taps in the bathroom and a handheld shower spray. Put up the chair, put up the table, put the passage door back up. I found out the hard way that does take two people.  Plus an hour or two at the big green shed, I need a cheap chandelier, a light for the kitchen since one fluro globe is going and I put the pantry light on so I won't set fire to the tea towell, again.  Steel hand rails at the back steps, hand rail in the shower but I might need an expert for those. I'm sure there are several more things on the list.  It doesn't need to be done in one day but if you are passing the house, please come and put my chair together. 

I'm thinking of shutting down my Facebook.  Daughter in law is shutting hers down so I won't be able to get any more photos of my girls. I never have liked Facebook, it just didn't make sense to me. I am looking into Instagram as long as I don't have to use mine, I still shake when I take a photo.

I will get around to answering all comments but I haven't been the best. I'm waiting for Karma to do its work.
Bank scam is working overtime so be careful. Their mistake was in telling me $2000 was taking from my credit card which is not an amount I'll ever see again on any credit card. He recovered quickly and said it was my debit card and the amount was $20. I told him to give it up and find someone who wasn't a poor pensioner.

I'm not that poor that I couldn't pay a handyman though.

Still no chair and no table and one fall.

I want this, really really want this.  The colour is just right and diamonds set in platinum.

Now for the grouching.  Bloody Google wouldn't let me have my photos for the blog unless I signed in.  What is going on with all this rubbish of changing passwords, signing in for everything and half my photos in a cloud somewhere.  Blogger used to be so easy and no, I refuse to go any higher than 8.1, in fact I'd go back to Explorer if I could. At least I have not bothered you with advertising which is  why I never have anything to say on Facebook.

I'm uncomfortable in this stupid chair.  After spending nearly 6 weeks with a walking stick and more pain killers than Liz Taylor, I finally could walk without hurting on that left hip only to pick up the phone for the bathroom and a long shower and fall over. Guess which side I fell on, no don't bother, the left hip but it didn't hurt.  It didn't hurt when the ambos came, didn't hurt walking or sitting in my chair.  I felt like dancing with scummo and talking in tongues at the miracle.  They wanted to take me to hospital and I said absolutely not, my sister is a nurse and she'll come if I need anything.  This was Thursday and I finally rang her on Saturday to find out she was home in Queensland. She'd left on Thursday without a goodbye.  Well she'd been here a week, spent two hours with me, bought lunch and left.

I am a family of one and a half or two if you count the size of the cat.  I haven't left the house nearly all winter even for the letter box.  I'll be okay when sunshine and spring really decides to stay, not this coming and going and warming and freezing.  I'm used to anxiety but this year it's ramped up to anxiety on steroids.  There have been days when I haven't moved from my chair in front of the fire.  This week has been big, two huge bags went off to the op-shop, taken by a friend over from Tasmania. And the nephew still hasn't turned up to do the chair and the table but someone from Tassie did help out.
Best of all she turned up with hot fish and chips for lunch. 

And friends, I have found most of your last year's Christmas presents.  I'll be sending them as early for this year. Chair has started to grow teeth and pain is following. The only thing that is giving me reason for life is seeing the Big Orange get impeached.  I would like to go back in time and give the LNP free tickets on the Titanic but the ocean is in enough trouble without throwing that toxic muck into it.  Must go now, this old drug addict is needing Panamax.  Mmm, mustn't forget to put Kerrie Ann Kennerly on the Titanic as well after her genius comment about using protesters as speed humps. I hope her face job cracks.
 

Vive le Revolution, please!

It's RUOK day or some such rubbish. No I'm not. How can anybody in this country be ok with that disgusting LNP lying about little children, wanting to make sure the poor get poorer and the entire House of Reps completely without a brain between them.  I tell you if they had to pee in a cup for a drug test it would take four of them. One to make sure the door was shut, one to hold the cup, one to pee and one to hold the instrument of piss so the no balls wouldn't get wet.
One really tries not to hate, it's unproductive but this country at the moment is generating such a degree of hate and bile that you might as well give in and enjoy the thought of Cuntton falling down a steep cliff into a floating tribe of Great Whites. I'm not apologizing for the language either, I've reached the age where I can do anything I want so I think I'll have something fattening for dinner.
It's also annoying me that I'm still two legs of a five legged computer chair.  I remember the time when you bought a chair and it arrived standing up, not lolling about in a box waiting for attention.
Nephew will be here at the weekend but chair has to take seconds behind dragging the huge desk out for hard rubbish collection.  New table is also lolling about in a box. Sneaky Council didn't give us much notice this year and I haven't yet cleared the top which is full of rubbish, most of which belonged to mother.  Her stuff still keeps turning up to annoy me, I opened a box the other day to find two brand new pairs of socks and they weren't cheap when I bought them. How the hell she managed to shove them in a box so small it would be lucky to house a cockroach I don't know.
Be back on a lux chair by Monday. 

It's almost Spring

A painting from my sister. She can paint eyes really well and after this red kelpie she painted a panther. It was in black and white, no colour and just as well because if she'd put in panther yellow eyes it would have been more spooky than it was. I had it up as wall paper for a while but the damn eyes followed me round the room.  I didn't need that as something was killed in the yard last week and innards were in supply for any raven floating around.  I think they must have been dropped from some bird's beak because there was no body or fur just some innards. The sun was out today so I tried the hip  on a trip to the letter box with my stick and managed to shoot the leftovers under the gate to the footpath.  No wonder the cat has been twitchy and refusing to go out until the last bit of daylight has disappeared.

I have bought a new computer chair from Kogen, on special but now to grab the nephew to put it together.  He is scouting around for hand rails to put at the back door and I had the brilliant idea of looking through the hard rubbish collection for a single bed head but realized I'd have some trouble carting it home.  Then I forgot to ask him to bring a sledge hammer so I could break up that huge desk. I've been looking at fold up trestle tables at Bunnings that are long but not wide.  The bigger the flat surface, the more rubbish I can pile onto it so I'm trying not to do that. I'm still throwing out papers except for bank statements and still finding bits of mother's craft in curious places.  Still haven't moved any books because one leg makes it hard to balance.  And a good tip, don't try cleaning the toilet while wearing a scarffe, it falls off into the bowl and is a bugger to drag out, something else that is hard to do on one leg. 

I was late with breakfast and turned on the news just in time to see that vile mongrel Dutton enjoying a power trip by insisting that the Tamil family including children born in this country be thrown out of the Lucky Country. I hope the Judge who stopped it at the last minute does one good deed and keeps the family in Queensland. Even my sister signed a petition to keep the family here and she never bothers with anything like that.
I was hoping he'd have a real tantrum and stamp his little foot on the floor and fall through and disappear like Rumplestiltskin.  My laugh of the week was Angela Merkel trying not to go into hysterical laughter when Trump said he had German in his blood. I hope his hair turns rabid and bites him.
Hip is starting to hurt so I must go and take more painkillers.
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Into the past to look at the future

And we all laughed didn't we.

And now it's goodbye Epstein.

And nobody witnessed the deed.

Rack off CIA, MI6 calls it in. 

I managed the steps, one step and carefully

I didn't know that Google has an archive of all my blog photos.  Some very nice young men lounging about with nought wrapped around them, wish I could remember what you do with them.

I do remember this diabolical trifle cake, I can practically taste it and I have the recipe but it's not a cake one can make standing on one leg.
I did make it to Southland this morning after standing in the rain mumbling swearwords at Taxis but he was one of my regulars and after I had some trouble getting the gammy leg in the car, Prince Charming put it in very gently.   Same with driver coming home and he offered to carry all bags to the front door.  Stuff Uber.

Cat has re-discovered the feather cushion on his chair and is quite comfortable.  He sends shooting stares in my direction when he's hungry but it's bad enough that I have to stir up his kitty litter without hand feeding him on his chair.  He goes outside, digs a giant hole, uses it then comes inside and pees in the litter box, WHAT CONTROL! HOW GOOD IS THAT!

Yes, I am having a go at scummo the peasant.  I would love to shut the mouth of that other vile shock jock but I refuse to put his name on my blog. I'd love to squash him flat like I did to the spider in the bed the other night.  Rather creepy to get out of bed and see the poor thing, legs splayed out, body flat as a tack. I gave him another splat with the walking stick just to make sure.  It means that I must start to tackle the clean up and soon, well as soon as I can stand on two legs. 

I have just enough gin for one glass tonight then it's all over. The rates are in, House Ins is due and I paid $160 at the pharmacy most for pain killers so it's down to Asahi low carb beer, one bottle a fornight. I'll have to re-label my 50c tin, Bombay Emergency Fund and I'm half way to a bottle. Next time I see an ad for vitamins, I'll scream.  They are so expensive, that's why the rich are living and us poor pensioners are dying.  Does that make me a hypocrite, wanting to save up for gin when I really need vitamins? Absolutely not, everyone knows Bombay is a luscious blue pain killer, but I'll give up the glass and my lemons are growing a treat in the back yard - free.

One leg and one stick and 3 wheels on a chair

So you can imagine what a whole Parliament can do to one's delicate constitution. Vile, evil bunch of snouts in trough, repugnant to look at and brain blowing to listen to.
AND I ONLY GOT ONE CARD FOR MY BIRTHDAY and an email from my Harry Potter club.

Leg is getting better, down to leaning on one stick and sometimes walking without. Swearing and snivelling is down several notches. At least I didn't break anything just scrambled whatever holds me up but I still haven't been out of the house, can't get down the steps or up the steps.  Stop laughing, just think how many things you can't do standing on one leg while the other is screaming 'don't hurt me'.
And it would be this time to have a wheel break on the computer chair. So in the great Karmic tradition, I'm sitting here making up a fourth leg on a chair. 

Time for bed and painkillers.

Short post

Not so short that I couldn't manage a wish photo.  I need to be in bed with a book until the painkillers knock me out. Looking out of this window would be so soothing. The pain is going gradually but I still have to think before I stand up from sitting or bending.  Such a stupid thing to do if I could remember what it was that I did.  I only walked up one step, but I was holding 3 lemons in one hand and the mail in the other and usually I would hold on to the handle of the walker but I thought it was only one step but that one step took the whole weight when I used the other leg.
I just knew something had gone very nasty in the hip/bum region, no breakage just something out of place. It was aggravated by getting up from the computer and once again putting the weight on the wrong leg.  That's when the pain really got itself into gear and the swearing and sobbing started.  I can bend from the waist, no problem but getting up to full height hurts unless I do it in a kind of ballet plie, you know with the legs turned out.  Getting into bed was fun, the good leg went in first but the bad one was sort of hanging around for a bit of finding the damn mattress. Thank goodness I have a wrought iron bed head to hang on to and now I've decided not to get a new mattress and base.  They all seem to be for people who have very long legs and can handle the height.
The only thing I can do right is bend in half right up to the chair and fall back still bent in half then straighten up. Sounds weird but it works.

Good thing I haven't been standing on street corners selling off my pain prescriptions. And poor Barmy, I feel so sorry for him finding it tough to live on his extravagent Parliamentary pay packet.  You should have done something about Newstart when you had the power to do it, whining mongrel.  Every time he does whinge, when you really listen or read it, it's almost a slap in the face to the mother of his child.  

Well I haven't got the room with a view but I do have a bed, I think I'll stagger off for a nap.

Black moon, eclipse and what happened to the Rapture?

It's getting close, time's going way to fast but if you have any loose change I would love these earrings for my birthday.  You might as well buy me something before the Canberra Cnuts take more money from pensioners.  Remember old people saying not to put money in the bank or the taxman would grab it, well it's come true since idiots elected the biggest fraud party of all times.
I haven't completely caught up with the latest but it seems we are to be taxed on the NBN. This might be a rumour but I would bet they'd tax a turd if it hit the side of the porcelain bowl.
I keep getting calls from some woman who tells me if I don't hit the 1 button at the end of the call my NBN will be cut off which is strange because I'm not on NBN.  Anyway if it wasn't her but someone else who just rang, sorry I didn't answer you but I'm balanced on 3 legs of my chair because I broke the roller ball on the other leg last night and I'd just got it in the right place to use the computer.  Getting up will be a bit dodgy.  I blame Mercury retrograde and the full black moon and the whole of July for everything going wrong.  Like where is the other chair I could use and the pair of shoes I need for tomorrow.  They're lost in the house somewhere and I can't move anything because of the gas stove still sitting in my lounge.  Thank you Good Guys for making me pay up front for the installation.  

Please don't let anything go wrong with the TV tonight, Star Trek is on. It's a lot more glittery than the moon landing. I know exactly where I was when that boot left it's print, in a RADIO newsroom so yes, I'm old and a pensioner and I don't want a rocket to Mars using my money. I wasn't such a space nerd then so I just looked, meh, went back to work on a non electric typewriter.  I was more excited when Ballard hit the Titanic and there was that dainty little chandelier still hanging from the ceiling. We might have more information about the moon now but undersea exploration has hardly been touched  and we need to know what's down there not on some planet we might fly to one day.  All that space junk circling the earth is treasure we really could re-use so come on Richard Branson, start up re-cycling rocket company and bring back the gold floating in the black.
I've been trying to put up a post about the plastic junk in the sea which I blogged about years ago (ahead of the times I am) but those notes are also lost with the chair and the shoes. The gist of it is, how many tsunamis have put plastic in the oceans since 2000. I have two lists and I keep finding one and losing the other. Bloody Mercury. 

I love a surprise

A surprise like actually getting out of bed, dressing, hair done, check emails and all ready to hit Southland.  Then a phone call and a visit from granddaughter and two great granddaughters and their father.  I was very quiet as I mumbled, "is your bloody mother coming?" and no no no, Yahoo!
First I had to rush and throw everything off two chairs for them to sit down. The baby is utterly gorgeous and bawled at the first sight of me, cats do that to me as well. Little Clio will be 3 in September but she's as bright as a 4 year old and speaks beautifully. Lovely housekeeper as she picked up a box and went over the carpet like a dyson on full power. I gave her a butterfly box instead and she made sure everything went into it.  I said she could play with the frogs which I thought she would, being all glittery but she put the frogs to one side and played with the rocks instead, her grandfather's genes.
I was going to go out in the morning because the sky was blue, not a cloud but by 4 o'clock it was freezing and I was coughing up ice again.  The little family was calling in to the nearest op shop to find gloves.  I automatically picked up the phone to call mum but I bet she was watching anyway.

Now I'm really showing my age.  Anyone remember a rumble seat?  I'm addicted to the show American Pickers, I mean anyone who adores a hard rubbish collection would love this show where experts teach you the history of rubbish as they trawl through the sheds full of old crappy stuff.  So they came across a bright yellow car like this which I would love and a memory surfaced from so deep I thought it might need oxygen and resus.  I rode in a rumble seat, just around the corner but it's the first time I've remembered it and me, who can't think what day yesterday was.  I've just taken a week to remember a piece of music, the name of it and the composer.  Anyway back to the rumble seat, it was cold and windy and even for a kid, uncomfortable. No seat belt, no helmet, nothing to hold on to and did I mention COLD. Once again I reached for the phone to ask mum, no dice and now I'll never know whose car it was. At age 6 we should be given a piece of paper with set of questions to be asked and answered before the parents leave us without knowing everything. By age 16 we think we know everything and curiosity about XXXXX takes over.  At 66 there are things we're never going to tell our kids.  I think Mediumship should be taught up to PhD level.  I want to know about that car.

The weather, politics and Dutton are not worthy of conversation but ice cream is.

I've made this extra large, don't let it hit you in the eye but I have to start early to remind you my birthday is drawing near, well a month and a half but at my age one's friends have the same memory problems that I do.  Not that I should be thinking of beautiful rings since arthritis has hit my ring finger with a vengeance.  It's burning and painful and it has a habit of hitting every door right on the knuckle. I expect you to start saving now, I'm very high maintenance.

Apparently Amazon is selling a bracelet that gives you an electric shock if you eat too much food.  Buy me one at your peril.  I just stole that piece of crud from twitter so didn't bother to do any research on it, being totally shocked as I was.  It's bad enough being psychologically monstered for being big obese morbidly big as a small house would feed the starving of Africa but this is too much.  Now we, XXXXXXXL, are going to be physically attacked.  I really should go back and research because I cannot work out how the damn thing would know how much food I'd eaten to access my overeateness.  A leg of pork would weigh more than a tub of ice cream.  Does it have a direct line of communication with my stomach?  Does my stomach scream, "stop the bitch, I'm full to bursting"!  At the moment I'm going through a tub of passionfruit gelato but it's so cold, yum but stomach whines at the freezing and I have to have a cup of coffee to warm it up.  Why doesn't anyone make a decent passionfruit ice cream with real passionfruit not just flavour?  Sorry went off the track there, passionfruit does that to me and I had a vision of pavlova with passionfruit running down the sides of whipped cream.  Lost my train of fruit thought, about these bracelets and the size, the photo made them look small and since I just measured my wrist, I'd need one the size of a Dunlop.

I have bought a new cooker at last.  It's sitting in the lounge just waiting to be installed.  This is complicated, I bought it in the sales, the money I saved went on the delivery fee, cunning bastards.  It must be installed by a plumber or my insurance is out, umpteen certificates must be produced to say it is safe so whack $249 on the sale price.  Stupid me didn't ask how much to take it away, $20 but that is a lot of ice cream and I'll make the nephew take it out at hard rubbish time. For that price I refuse to clean it but it won't look too bad once I remove the foil.  I'll also remove the grill tray, for scone cooking. Take the side thingies out of the oven to grow my little tomatoes on this summer. The pot thingies on top will be good for sitting the pot plants on. I realize that this spotless white lovely cooker is going to make the rest of the kitchen look like a pig wallow.  Life was never meant to be easy or clean.  
 

Cheers for our AFP

Yeah, Scomo and Dutton.   They're Cactus.

And I thank our AFP and their raids on everybody.  I am having a sign made for my front door. 

 EXCUSE THE MESS. I'VE HAD A VISIT FROM OUR NATION'S GUARDIANS.

IT SNOWED! SNOWED IN THE SUBURBS!

 

I love Otters, love love Otters. Remember the Hover Cat memes?  So here we have a hover Otter.

I needed something cute.  Yesterday it snowed in Oakleigh, which is just up the highway from Cheltenham, snow for Scummo's sake! Of course I blame the Government, doesn't everyone.

My neighbour came in and took my garbage bin out and just made it back to his front door when the thunder started and the rain and the hailstones. It was freezing. I fell asleep near the fire and didn't wake until 3 in the morning when I staggered off to bed.

The cat would have fainted if it had snowed on him. He still hasn't recovered from last winter when he was caught by hailstones and they melted in his fur. 

A lot of talk going around about freedom of religion.  Great, another mess.

My first faith is Science followed closely by Harry Potter. Sort that out you moronic creeps.