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.  

I could use a couple of these

Looking at this photo from National Geo makes me feel freezing but I'm laughing at the same time.

According to photographer Michael Schaake, he decided to take his time to photograph one sheep but one after the other, the rest appeared.  It's a brilliant shot. 

 Reminds me of those cat memes we all loved.  "How to catch a cat", put down an empty box and watch it fill as 3 or 4 cats tried to fit into the box or put down freshly laundered washing on a couch. I can vouch for the ironing. I lost the Ice Bear the other night and only found him when he moved on the white sheet on the top of the pile. Don't worry I don't iron sheets, they just happened to be on the chair with the rest of the un-ironed laundry. Still there and another load in the dryer and another lot un-washed in the machine.  Don't judge, I'm cold and coughing again. 

At the moment it's only 9 degrees in Cheltenham, feels like zero.  I only checked to see what temperature is for Thursday or Friday as I haven't yet made an appointment for a follow up heart scan. I must go and do it now and hope the wind dies down. The bloody cat is insisting on the back door being open so he can make a dash for a pee, never mind me freezing to death and he has kitty litter but he needs a bigger tray.  I'm the one who had to wipe him down when the wind changed and he was pee'd upon, could have been worse. 

A pox on everyone who's delighted with the falling snow.  By the time I get the CT scan I'll be coughing up ice.

Morbid Monday

Okay, so the stupids won out but you only have 3 years to repair the brain cells.

Because we'll be back.  Back and better and bigger and no lies.  Remember this next time you hit the voting booth.

What Election?

I can't talk about it.  I didn't drink my booze or open my chocolates, my mouth wouldn't close.

Honestly these three would have made a better party for Parliament than the morons other people elected.  Waiting now for Clive to once again demand that Queensland secede from Australia.
Since every poll got it all wrong I  will put it out that Abbott will find someway to stand as an Independant just to prove he is the arse he's always tried to hide.

When things quieten down I'll be writing to  Labor Party to think about having a list of people who will be voting by post for all elections.  I was too sick to go out and post my letter so it was up to the school in nice sunshine. World of Warcraft waging in left arm with the flu vac and by the reaction, my T cells were winning. 
Boo to bitch, who, when I was leaving looked at me but spoke to bloke coming in back door to make sure he left by front door.  Front door has a step of 10 or 12 cms, very difficult with dodgy knees, dizzies and a walker.  Just for that I refused to buy their cakes.  Staggered to shop for their divine coffee and sat until I could walk to rest of the way home.

Every time one of those urks got another vote I turned to SBS and watched Queen sing.  Could not bear to see Victor and Vanquished speeches and almost went to bed then but I was comfortable.  And on comes The Drum with a brilliant run down of what had happened followed by a re-run of the first episode of the new series of Harrow then it was bed. Unfortunately I had been interrupted in taking off the bottom sheet and putting new winter one on. Damn, slept on the wool overlay but woke up with pain somewhere and couldn't wake up enough to find out where it was until I swung legs out of bed. Spine, down the leg to zinging foot so Voltaren on, wait a few minutes, pain gone. Still haven't put the sheet on yet.

Too much sitting with magazines but I have only 8 or so to throw out. 
Anybody remember Silkymits?  If you do you're officially old but they were handy in between shaving legs to keep the hair down.  I failed leg shave, always nearly bled to death when using that damn razor.  Good thing I wasn't a bloke, cut throats would have been the death of me.
Other things, not much advertising for perfume except Tweed but loads for ladies' cigarettes. 

Put the news on now and keep my eyes shut. Watch out for freedom of religion brought up in Parliament. Me, I'm dying my white cat black and back to dancing in the moonlight.
 

I'm still with you

Watching waves is always calming but since I'm freezing I think I should have put up an image that had sunshine and palm trees framed with a large gin.
Bad days for the last week or two or maybe a month.  It started with me trying to help myself by looking up bloggers from before the "mother days" and re-contacting.  Ten years makes a big difference, twitter, reddit, facebook, instagram and me still barely able to turn on the computer. I've just spent two days and most of one night trying to get a twitter account until I twigged that I was putting down the wrong phone number. I have an account but I haven't a profile or a tweet to my name yet.  It was Twitter's fault combined with Firefox who didn't let me know that my background heading had been discontinued for some reason and that made twitter lock me out of the account as being a suspect tweeter.  At least I'm still anonymous in case the ex is on twitter. I still can't work facebook, haven't a clue how to comment and twitter only gives me a certain time to comment before they slash that account. I forgot to look at the post count but this could be my 2000 post.  I still remember the shakes at trying to set up blogger and that was on dial up.  I miss XP, so simple for dummies and I'm only on 8.2 after 10 nearly sent me insane. Updating is out of the question, I've been trying that for a month and just fail fail fail keeps coming up, updates download but won't install so stuff you Microsoft.

Now for Andrew, news from Queenscliff. Low light Queenscliff is on from May 3 to June 30 with a host of music, arts and culinary events.  There's simultaneous burning of sculptures in the main street, followed by a nude dive off Queenscliff pier and one for Highriser, a whiskey masterclass at the Queenscliff Brewhouse plus music.  Details: lowlightqueenscliff.com.au
Yes something else I've forgotten, how to hide links but I've found my cheat sheet and I'll start practicing.

Only have one load of magazines to go through and that's finished. It didn't worry me throwing out the craft, wedding and Vogue but this lot is different. I keep coming across memories and I'm surprised at how much of a belt it gives me.  Ben Ean Moselle, that taught me not to have more than one glass and does anyone remember Mateus Rose? I'm sure the girlfriends and I only drank this to put candles in the lovely shaped bottle. A shop advertising the very expensive handbag in black patent leather that took me ages to pay for.  I was suddenly back in time, walking Bourke street and staggering down Collins Street hoping the trains weren't early. And "man spreading" is not a new thing, we had one on the Frankston line, he'd get on at Highett, force himself between two girls and spread those legs. It must have killed him when the red rattlers gave way to the blue trains (am I right, Andrew, blue trains).  Too many bad memories have surfaced and added to the depression I already have, not made any better by not one person emailing or phoning to tell me about the arrival of little Riley, already a week old. I did send the photo (nicked from facebook, only reason I have an account) to my sister who emailed one word back, gorgeous.
One word, I swear there's a sinister invisible machine at the Queensland border that sucks the brain out from anyone crossing the line to live there. Election time was the only time we really talked but now nothing, next thing I know she'll be voting One Nation.

And send love to Antikva who was going to start blogging again but her 7 year old grandson had an hour long epileptic fit this week and is okay now but she's still recovering.  

The package has arrived!

Coming in at 7lbs, 9oz is my second great granddaughter, Riley Kaye and held by her gorgeous sister Clio.  I like babies when they are sound asleep, it's the waking time that does me in.

Ear worms, nuisance, eye worms, hilarious

You pest, Highriser, you really started something with those T-shirts. Everywhere I looked I would find something that would look great on a shirt for you.  The one above would be from your long past drag days.

But much further down the track (R would agree) this one would just be right.
Actually it could be the bloggers motto from the early days, we're too old and lazy to be psycho these days.

Better to leave the weirdness to politicians.  We're going back to the early days with bushrangers trying to run the country and run with the money. What would you do if a Parliamentarian walked up to you and said, "I'll look after your purse/wallet, you can trust me."  You kick them in the kneecaps and run a mile.
That would be nasty on a T-shirt, Clive in speedos with his hand in the Treasury.

Now I have to go and look for the cat. Jimmy forgot about the cat and brought his dog in the yard and being curious he followed him into the house and spotted the cat's breakfast, didn't see the cat behind him.  The cat is terrified of dogs but so protective of his food that he fluffed up like a giant balloon and started growling. Apparently the dog, a timid Coolee (?) is terrified of cats and couldn't move what with the growling and hissing of the giant snowball.  The dog was picked up and taken out, the cat took one look at the empty plates and stormed off to the sewing room.  That was 3 hours ago, I think he's lost himself.

Down to the last magazine holder and I'll have two shelves empty.  These come from the 70s and what were we thinking about with fashion! Horrible big clunky shoes, almost impossible to walk in and definitely the skinny age of clothes.  There was only one way to hide a big everything, Caftans. I had several, still have two to use as patterns. Forget the shoes, I don't think I'd have the energy to lift my feet from the ground.
No matter how many memories of the glory days of youth, some things should be left in the past.  That includes photos of first boyfriends, I found one and my dear, those unfortunate ears.  I have torn up every letter and photo but there's always one lurking around to question one's taste in men and he was wearing platform shoes and flares but I suppose they kept him from flying off in wild weather.

Another hill to climb

Tomorrow he would have been 48 and wouldn't have needed that beard to look older.  All he wanted was to work in the bush, look after trees and keep the forests intact.  He's holding his eldest daughter here, Laura, who is due to give birth in the next few days to his second grandchild.
I remember his laugh. 

Mum's waited a long time to have another birthday with him.