Okay - just sneaking in one last post before 2013 comes to a finish. 2013 on the whole was complete and utter rubbish and I will be glad to see the back of it. Next year can only be an improvement and I plan to enjoy it tremendously. I could do without the blisteringly hot day that Jan 1st will be but I'm camping out in front of my inadequate air conditioning and will wish my sister happy birthday with a glass of wine and a sniffle. I may possibly have a sunburn because I agreed to go to the beach the day before which is forecast at 36 but hopefully I'll be home early enough to avoid the worst of it. The dogs will have fun anyway. So farewell crappy year that was and I hope all my family and friends have a brilliantly wonderful start to the new year. Cheers!
Put the Christmas tree up today although I haven't quite finished it - still need to drape the beads around it. Next is wrapping parcels. Everything came to a grinding halt though when I got a headache - my head bones hurt. Feel like a meanie because I was going to take the dog for a walk - maybe tomorrow evening. He's flopped on the floor by my feet at the moment but at least he doesn't snore.
I've spent the day with the doors open at either end of the house to blow away the smell of fresh paint wafting in from next door (even slept last night with the window open - haven't done that in years). Didn't need to go vote as I did that via the mailman a week ago which has made my day wonderfully free from last minute political shenanigans. And I just discovered that a book (and it's sequel) that I loved as a child has a third book in the sequence which makes it a trilogy. What's kinda amazing about that is the fact that this third book was written around 50 years after the first one was published - that's got to be something of a record. If you're interested the books are: The Weirdstone of Brisingamen, The Moon of Gomrath and the new one, Boneland by Alan Garner. The latest book is really written for adults and I may love it or hate it but I just had to have it!
I used to have a big sister. Her name was Kerrie. She was tall, green-eyed and curly-haired.
She was impulsive and creative and knew a 'good drop' when she met one. She was adventurous and unfettered, an excellent cook and a skilled gardener. Kerrie was independent, free-thinking and definitely liked to 'paddle her own canoe'. She was thrifty but still liked to indulge in the finer things of life. She was vibrant, clever, artistic, energetic, charismatic, flirtatious, well-read, talented and fun to be around.
She was also angry, bitter and full of hate; aggressive, a bully, short-tempered and wonderfully impatient. She was loud, argumentative, driven, opinionated, critical, inconsistent and out of step with the rest of the world. Kerrie was, I think, always searching for something.
My sister was a paranoid schizophrenic with delusions of grandeur. She was an anarchist with a religious mania. But she was my big sister and I loved her, missed her and worried about her. And, strangely, Kerrie's death has given me back my sister.
Good grief! I'm back again. Here's a story: A friend's daughter was, a couple of months ago, in a serious car accident and has been recovering in the hospital. Whilst in Intensive Care she and her family became friendly with a young man in the unit with extensive burns. Just the other day the daughter was joyously motoring about in a wheelchair (having only just been allowed to use one) when she caught site of the young man with the burns. He's further on the road to recovery than she and has already had the skin grafts that she has yet to have. They got to chatting and he was telling her about his grafts and what had happened to his tattos: the snake he had crawling around and up his right arm is in pieces all over his body and the large Jesus that he used to have on his back - is now on his bum! That's it - end of story. No point to it. Just thought it was a funny visual.
Picture this... The morning is cold and frost lies thick on the ground. A skulking figure moves furtively through the brush and past the creaking gate. The light is dim as the sun promises but has yet to reach between the trees. The figure looks around to ensure it's solitude will remain undisturbed, then quickly darts across the road to the nearby houses. Here it casts about, seeming to search the ground for something. It stoops and pulls a metal device from within the folds of clothing wrapped about itself. It stabs the dull bladed instrument at the ground again and again, gathering its harvest into a small container clutched in stiff fingers. Chortling to itself it then swoops away, returning from whence it came, its ill-gotten gains hanging heavily from one arm as it paces through the undergrowth and is hidden from sight within its dank lair.
In other words - laugh at the sight of me as I stumble through my front yard in the early morning to dig up a zip-lock bag full of red clay soil from across the road. Had promised one of the teacher's at work as she's doing a unit on soil, requiring various types of earth and I'd forgotten to do it the previous afternoon.
Last day of July and I thought I'd better post something. The dog's outside barking his silly head off at what I don't know. Imaginary monsters, I suppose. There's a full moon lighting up the back yard - maybe there's a werewolf strolling past. I'm feeling very lazy and should be doing the dishes but have a feeling I'm going to leave them 'til tomorrow night. It's cold in the kitchen but warm here and when I move into the sitting room I'll be nice and toasty. A cup of tea, a DVD to keep me company, some sewing taking shape in my hands and lots of blood and gore on the telly, what more could this girl ask for...
I was talking to a little fellow today, only been going to school for 6 weeks, and had to bite my tongue to keep from laughing. I had noticed him looking a bit peeved and staring at his sandwich and I wondered what the problem might be... limp lettuce, the crusts not cut off, stale bread? Nope - it was pretty serious though. Seems his sandwich had broken into two pieces and, he told me, it would take him longer to eat because now there was more of it! Clever fellow - he knew that two was more than one!!
So there I was at work the other day delivering library overdue notices to various classrooms. I go to enter this particular class but hesitate in the doorway as they have the lights off and are using their interactive whiteboard with the teacher on the other side of the board. I would have to walk in front of it to get to her. Oh, says my brain, I can't do that because I would be casting a shadow on the whiteboard when I got between it and the projector... It isn't until the teacher moves towards me that I realise that it is 2012 not 1962 and there is no projector, the picture on the whiteboard is not being obliterated by a person standing in the way (and the kids wouldn't care anyway), and I am an idiot! How OLD am I?!!!
Haven't posted in a while hence thought I would scribble something to update the journal. Not getting a lot of inspired ideas to start things chugging along. Tomorrow is the last day of the school term and then I'll be on holiday for a couple of weeks. Yay! But I think my brain has already packed up and departed for exotic locales because I can't seem to write anything. It's hard work being boring as everything is twice as difficult to accomplish. Meh