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.
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.
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.
