Monday, December 16, 2019

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.

Monday, December 09, 2019

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.

Monday, December 02, 2019

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.