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.  
 

I'm missing Autumn

I was putting a few pictures in folders last night and forgot to change back to the desktop background I had.  When I switched on this morning my head went round in  circles and I pulled back in the chair.  It had to have been taken from a helicopter and it felt so real I felt I was almost out of the door into the sea. Memo to self, do not take helicopter ride, anywhere.
It didn't help that I felt dizzy and my throat is sore and I am tired again. I was getting better and had been out walking but a letter from Department of Human Resourses dropped me down again.  I have to pay back the nearly $1000 which they said was not part of mum's estate. Please nobody tell me to fight for it, I haven't the energy and the Catch 22 is that I have to pay up first then fight to get it back.  I paid and drew a line in the sand over the whole affair. I had promised myself I would not be told to do anything I didn't want to, unless there's 'egging' a politician involved. I could be talked into a dozen Xtra large right between Dutton's eyes, I might even take them out of the carton.
I'm not telling the others, nephew needs every cent he has and my sister would want to fight the DHR rather than pay her share.  But I felt myself sliding down the hill again so another day off from dragging furniture and definitely no moving the oven to clean underneath so I could take photos to show the store.
The stove is attached to the gas by an extension hose so I can move it around to clean underneath, great idea until I was suddenly fat and old.  
Now we get to the big question.  What comes first, buy the new stove, same as the last, or buy the plumber to give me a quote to do the gas bit. This new generation just throws everything out so will the plumber know what to do with the fittings I have?  Remember the nice new phones that Telstra gave me? They're still sitting in the box because my other phones had different plugs and it will cost me money for the free phones for a technician to fix up all the different fittings.
I do remember the days when you could walk into the Gas and Fuel shop, pay the bill, order a new stove and a gas fitter came with it. See I was gearing myself up to do this when the letter came and I couldn't be bothered putting on the list of 'do this now', podiatrist, eye test, hair cut, find out about the heart scan, find somewhere that sells bed bases and takes the old one away. 

Maybe it is me but there seems to be too many people to argue with these days. The taxi driver went on and on about electric cars and how he'd be forced to get rid of his precious car.  I politely said it would be years and years before anything happened and off he went again.  I went back this time, told him to remembered when cars became common, the government didn't make everyone rush out and shot their horse and burn the buggy. He didn't get a tip after he told me I needed a new walker. 

Next week's temperatures are all in the high 20s, Autumn weather, dragging furniture weather, painting weather and please,feeling better weather. 

Centrelink exists so people have something to hate more than Politicians!

This day cost me $1000, $280 for me to stand there holding the box until everything was ready except I ended up to ill to leave the house.  The girls from the Pioneer Cemetary came to the house and collected mother and sent photos of the work but I didn't get the money back. 

It looks very grubby but then I hadn't been there since the bushfire came through and it needs a good polish. I have silk roses for the new flowers but I need a bag of cement. I put the roses and cement in cut down lemonade bottles and they stay in place.  The raggy ones there were some my sister put in after the fire.  Only two rows were hit by the branches from the enormous pine tree that went up in flames and ours was one. The trouble is now that I need the walker, you can see the red brick path isn't walker friendly.
My grandmother was buried here in 1928 and that big sand patch has been there that long, a 6 coffin plot I believe. My father went there in 1994 and they'd just put another filling of sand over the cracked plot, 2019 and another fresh load has just gone in.  Twenty-five years of filling that ground and it's still disappearing. It's a worry and I walk well away from it.
Anyway the sun was shining and my parents were together on St. Valentine's Day.

Now my mother died on the 17th December, 2018 and the internment was January 14, 2019.  On March 4th, I received a letter from Centrelink to tell me that I had taken money that was not mine. This after all the trouble I had to close the estate, including going to Centrelink to fill in forms and show cards and certificates and asking about the pension payment which was still in the bank. Now a single pensioner is entitled to one extra payment to help with funeral expenses and this is what I thought had been put into her bank account but to make sure I left it alone for two more payment dates, it wasn't taken out and nothing put in.  The girl at Centrelink said it probably was the bereavement payment and if it wasn't taken out at the next due date then close the account and the estate.  The official at the bank agreed so everything was split 3 ways and my sister drove me crazy wanting to know how long before she had the money.  
Then comes this letter, the department is going through everything to make sure if I was entitled to this $916 or not. Doc Marvin said to write down every date I could remember dealing with Centrelink and remember what they'd told me about keeping that money.  Fine, except this was when I really went from huffing and puffing thinking it was something I was allergic to but actually really coughing and hacking sick.  The letter also told me to do nothing and another letter would arrive after investigation, the date is now April 4th and I have to keep $1000 in my bank just in case.  I've missed the sales and the chance to get rid of my old oven with mouse, another letter to remind me to have the gas heater checked, $200, ignore and my walker is starting to fall apart.
I only mention this after reading an article in the paper this morning after a mother was sent a letter saying she owed money for a child she didn't have, a child was sitting with her ready to go to school. Apparently someone hadn't ticked a box on a form, the debt collectors were set on her and she got nowhere until a letter to her local member fixed it. I've taken that on board but no doubt I'll get a letter right in the middle of the election fight.
 

When your body says you're sick, LISTEN

Gorgeous vase by Jay Strongwater but I don't like the colour, picky but one in the palest pink would suit me more.  And that's as far as I got for this post and now on the 1st of April I feel like blogging again.  I was so ill I couldn't leave the house for 4 weeks and Doc Marvin came 3 times.  I don't think I've ever coughed so much in my life and the squeaking, wheezing and whistling in my chest drove me crazy.
I couldn't even go to the Cemetary to bury Mum's ashes but the girls came and picked up the box and sent photographs. I really wanted that day as it was 14th February, St. Valentine's Day and it was a beautiful sunny day for mum and dad to be re-united.  After that I really fell in a heap.  Lying down to sleep was near impossible so I slept wherever I could.  It wasn't unusual to wake up with a cup of tea still in one hand and a sandwich in the other or a lemonade icy pole, lovely cold icy pole.
For the first week I was on Solone to get the fluid out of my lungs.  Pharmacy could have put a warning on the box not to take the first ones at night. Up, down, up, down, and everytime I sat up, cough cough cough, pee and repeat.  I ended up putting a couple of towells at the edge of the bed because I'm not that good at cross legs and cough while standing up. It was a bacterial infection in the lungs and lingered on although I didn't feel really sick just so tired I couldn't think or remember what day it was.
The Bear was worried until he worked out I was okay to feed him and then he got sneaky. I'd be heading for the back door to shut it and he would shoot out knowing I couldn't follow but I can't blame him as it was one of those horrible hot weeks.  Karma got him in the end.  Whatever time I woke up, the cough would start so I'd be up for pills and a cuppa, turn on the news after filling his dish.  No Bear appeared and after an hour I really worried. I vaguely remember hearing a faint miouw but I slipped into sleep, so it wasn't a screaming, raging cat fight.  So sick mummy staggered round the yard, went out to check the street for a body, nothing.  Nephew rang to see if I wanted anything and was straight over to look for the precious.  As his car pulled up, the precious strolled out of my bedroom where he'd been hiding and threw his paws round Steve''s leg. You could almost hear the sobbing story of what had happened to him during the night. Never mind me! He had one huge hole in his ear and one large scratch on his shoulder, nothing else except PTSD.
It doesn't end there.  I couldn't figure what was floating around the apple tree until it hit the concrete.  I went out with a stick to poke at it and so help me it was the black fluffy end of a possum's tail, bitten straight through. I'm still trying to work out who got to who first. No wonder he wouldn't come out of the wardrobe and the hole in the ear won't come together to heal, too big and I have threatened to put his registration tag in it.
I must thank "Paws and Whiskers" pet shop who delivered his kibble when I was too ill to go out.
Last week I was well enough to go and get litres of blood taken, a chest X-ray and a CT scan of my heart.  They gave me a dvd of the scan but the Doc is taking a well-earned holiday so I'll see him eventually.  The X-ray showed the heart was the right size but the CT scan was needed to show the tissue or whatever was around it. He said my sugar was up but what can you do when living on lemonade icy poles.
Mum's stuff is still in a pile in the lounge but I am gradually getting it down. My things are going as well, I'm doing that Japanese Lady's method of throwing out, you look at ornament, book or whatever and say, "do you make me happy?" and if it's no then it's gone.  So instead of space I have two huge boxes full of unhappiness.  Next up is the Queen Ann crystal cabinet, going into the sewing room which will involve a bit of shuffling in there but honestly I can't stand the cigarette smell, 40 years of cigarette smoke have been embedded in the wood.
I plan to put quilting fabric in it as fabric can be washed and I can put huge bowls of potpourrie in the cabinet.
I even found a box of Christmas presents that I didn't send two Christmases ago. Not my fault, always there was a crisis near Christmas. Highriser, your present is next only because it's been sitting on the table for so long, the box has faded and looks like an op shop re-gift.
I hope it's not so long before I blog again.