Monday, August 09, 2021

Don't nag, I know how long it's been!


These are made especially for lockdowns, sorry for anyone with dogs  who will feel guilty.  Plenty of room for ice and gin.

Since it's now August, I guess I must have fallen over again since the last post. It was the cat's fault. I was leaning  over to put down his breakfast on his tray and he bumped my legs and splatt I went into the cat food, water dish and kibble bowl. I was in the kitchen so nothing to get a grip on the tiled floor so I did my python imitation and eventually hit the carpet and phoned the ambo's for the usual pick up.

I could have been used as a teaching aide for a forensic class. I was covered in cat breakfast, fur, kitchen floor rubbish, carpet fibres and several unidentified bits. Only 20 minutes for my helpers, 5 to pump up the rubber cushion and 1 to drop in my chair. No thank you, no hospital for me, didn't hit my head. realized later I had lifted a big toenail trying to get a grip but it wasn't hurting. Ambos adored the cat, little crawler. They suggested I get something a little higher for his bowls so I didn't have to bend as much. Oh hardy ha! This is a cat that eats all his food from one side of the bowl and sits and waits for me to turn it round so he can eat the rest.  As for the toe, it would have been okay except I caught it in a hole in the carpet, looked down and damn blood again, threw a tissue on it and fixed it later.  It fell off last week as toe nails do without any trouble except I stepped back to pick it up and stood on it. Out comes the equipment again and I plucked it out of the sole of my foot.

I am done with my granddaughters after the ridiculous Freedom marches which they were fully into. No good talking to them about science, they have been brainwashed. They told me they had done their research on everything but lost me when they said Covid was a hoax. I won't go into any more on that or the creepy bots that trawl blogs may find me. Back to re-doing the Will which I have had since January 2020.  I would go to the solicitor's but I don't have one pair of shoes that will fit me. I'll have to do a bit of chopping and hacking but my new walker will not fit in the cab so we go in circles.

The really rotten news that hit me like a brick was a call from my younger sister who has been diagnosed with Pancreatic Cancer. She was given the choices about what to do but having been a nurse, she said no treatment except pain killers.  At the moment she is feeling okay. She rang last week, smoking a cig and drinking a can and enjoying both. She's left off those when she went to Qld, but she watches what she eats. In a small window, her son and family managed to visit and see her looking well.  She had fun with her grandson and had a long talk with her son and calmed him down. No funeral, her ashes to be sprinkled in a little creek at Ferntree Gully where she played as a kid. I haven't said anything but at some time in the future I will have a small plaque put on the family grave. 

As Annie O'Dyne always said, you have to be tough to get through old age and that's after I realized I am old and aged.

Monday, May 31, 2021

Last day of autumn and it's freezing

Another gorgeous vase to gaze at.  The flowers are not in the glass but on the surface and I think the birds might be too. I couldn't find it in the files because I had it under 'blue' when it should have been blackberries.

Last day of our not autumn. Now on to winter.  The cat and I just sat in front of the heater until the house warmed up for breakfast. It's very unusual for the cat not to bolt for the brekkie dish but he didn't move. The heater is set for 24 but this morning it was 6. Every creaking bone did it's best to break the pain barrier so I joined the cat in meditation.

We're in lockdown again so our Crime Minister has left to visit New Zealand leaving the Cabinet to stuff everything up again. All care home staff were first in line for vaccination but it only took one to infect this care home and probably another since once again they are having to work two jobs to make enough money to live. We've had another anti-vax protest on Melbourne streets which is confusing to me because it's not compulsary.  I did hear through the shouting, the same old rubbish published on facebook, the exact words I've read too many times. How ridiculous to yell at a passerby, "It's a lie! Have you seen anyone with Covid?" No, because I don't go near a Covid ward and no, because I don't see dead people. No more on that or I'll have the drum beaters turning up here.

My life has become more complicated when it should be simple so cleaning up is something I'm going to ignore. The cat agrees with me but only as long as that doesn't include not opening his food cans.

Now this will not be my last word on this subject. RUBY PRINCESS, the plague ship that sailed into Sydney. Instead of people blaming everything and everybody, let's remember who let passengers off this ship with no quarantine.

I'm going back to the heater, I'm cold inside and out.


Sunday, May 09, 2021

I'm taking some time to get myself together.

 I could really sit and look at this dragonfly jug for a long time. Actually I could just sit and watch clouds. The fat lady is almost ready to sing and give up but there's a bit left in the tank. I just need time.

The space junk has landed north of the Maldives but I was hoping it would land on Morrison. Doc Marvin spent a lot of time arranging his vaccination times for his clinic, nursing home residents and the few that he visits (me in that group). The moment the Feds took over everything went to hell so I've had no flu vac or Covid.  It had to go covid-----flu-----2nd covid and it hasn't so I haven't left the house again.  Well nearly, I almost did a header out of the back door again. Now I'm not trying it again, I go out the front door, put the bins out and come in the back door.  Don't ask, it just works.

Budget next week, look for flying pigs.

Tuesday, March 23, 2021

What a sewer this Parliament has become.

 Forget the Heading, look deeply into this gorgeous little garden. All of this beauty is locked into a glass bead and when used on the full screen is just mesmerising. I could watch it for ages but get frustrated when I can't turn it around to see what is hidden.

It's been a while since I could put my brain together to blog, still haven't been outside the front gates, still haven't found a pair of shoes that will fit. I did think I should weigh myself but good luck, the battery was dead.  And last week my neighbour died. She slipped on tiles or so she thought and cracked her pelvis. The Dementia which was progressingly slowly amped up with the pain and shock and she was gone in two weeks. The Palliative care unit came to the house every day and took good care of her and made sure she was never in pain and she just went to sleep and didn't wake up.

So I thought it was about time that I really got stuck into fixing my will. I was lucky and found my granddaughters on Instagram so I now have their addresses in Qld. De-cluttering season is in full swing so I sent all of my almost antique Christmas ornaments up in boxes. Next up went nearly all the wool I found in the sewing room. Miles of it, I never found a ball of wool I didn't like. I'm halfway through a black rug, the wool for a dark blue is packed and gorgeous soft antique warm white is also packed, best wool is Cleckheaton. This is mine, I have never crocheted a rug for me. There is an open bag in the lounge and anything for the Op-shop is thrown in there.

After 3 weeks of dithering I finally bought a new office chair, last one and $400 off the original price. The one I'm sitting on now was also on special but it's not comfortable anymore probably made for some skinny game playing kid living in his mother's basement. The de-cluttering of books has been successful just haven't been moved to the new home, I've turned the hall into a library. I live in a perpetual mess but I agonise over putting the books in the right class or just throw them in and get them off the floor. Sometimes trying to sleep I do dream about all of them in order but wake in the morning and have forgotten everything. I can only do it once, my shoulders hurt from putting up high and my spine sounds like bits of lego from bending to the bottom.

And when I'm hurting from books, I take on patchwork fabric because I can't find my nightdress fabric, my already cut out winter dresses and summer lounging frocks which I didn't need this summer anyway. The one thing I must make is a warm dressing gown and I know where that is. Trouble is like that pretty bead, I can't help playing with the fabric and putting them together for quilts I'll never get to make. If only my mind was a straight road and didn't go wandering off into the bush. 

All this has a purpose. Forgetting what pigs we have allowed to run our country. They don't care about us, they only care about power and money, their money which is really ours, and power. Power is the biggie. We can look down on the lower classes and thumb our noses because we are better  but it's all an illusion because you've forgotten who put you in that position. We, the people, we, the women and women have long memories and we carry grudges for a very long time. Even after all these years I could still wrap a brick round Howard's face. When candidates join the LNP, is there a form that says they must be ugly, greedy and dishonest? I only ask since most of them are.

I must go back to my bead, I've allowed myself to wander off into the bad place again.

Tuesday, January 26, 2021

And we start the year with a bang


I decided not to talk about the year, I have a feeling it's only going to get worse. I was looking for a pair of boots I'd archived which I loved, no not those up there but the brown leather ones at the bottom. They're called slim calf boots for ladies with skinny legs and I think they look great. They remind me of the first time I saw boots on legs when they were just coming into fashion and I never saw another pair I loved as much. I also realized that I didn't have and never would have skinny legs so they remain on my never to wear list.

Now about Crocs, I hate crocs. They're not meant to be worn with any confidence and especially when made by men with a sense of humour. High heel pink crocs, insane but you'll get noticed.

Now if you really want to be noticed, why not these? Spiders, dead I presume and safely encased in plastic but even the thought of walking on top of one gives me the horrors. Give a pair of these to your favourite arachnophobe for her birthday. Trains are too crowded these day to sit and cross your legs to swing your shoes in front of fellow passengers, all of whom are wondering if it's real or not.
These are for us who were never given a Barbie for Christmas and hated every friend who had a roomful. Not me, I only wanted books not blondie dolls with skinny legs. For giving to all your friends you suspect are secret sadists but I'm all for equal rights so where are the booties full of Ken dolls, heads I mean. Although anatomically correct Kens would make fine stomping soles. These were made by a man and I really have to wonder about his mental health.
But my all time favourite, lovely heel, gorgeous buttons, great leg fit, yeah, yeah, except for fat legs but I can still dream. I've put them in my dream folder of all things I've ever wanted and will never have except in that little corner of my mind where I am 6 foot tall, fabulous figure that stays that way without exercise and long red hair plus flawless skin with not a wrinkle in sight.  It really is a dream folder not the walking nightmare I am in real life. I really love those boots.