Today is Friday and today, I have the whole, day, off. I slept solidly for nine, delicious hours, rose, had toast and coffee, jogged for fifteen then worked out with Ashley Borden, (love her.)
Almost left home without my purse, I'm sure my regular Starbucks would have offered me a coffee in lieu of payment but not sure the supermarket would have done the same for my groceries.
I had several stops to make, food shop, another food shop, recycle, then off to my sister's. She's doing great since the operation. I arrived later than planned because of road works, when I did get there, she asked me to wash her back.
I was as gentle as I could be, I've heard a million times that I'm 'like a flea' as in, light of touch, whether it's applying sun lotion, muscle rub or a much needed scratch to someone's itch, but still, she asked me to go easier, that's how sensitive the area still is. The scar looks amazing though, quite a substantial operation but it's really neat and I'm sure will fade in no time. (And if it didn't, I would still be very proud of it, if it was mine.)
Next is coffee with a 'friend'. 90 minutes pass like it's just the ten. Damn it.
You know what I need? I need a male, gay friend... that wants to have coffee with me and give me unsolicited advice. (This is, in the absence of You, of course.) (P.S. Have gay friends but we have not ventured into coffee as yet, I think I may be too old.)
The weekend stretches ahead but I know it will evaporate before I can say...
Friday, 31 July 2015
Friday, 24 July 2015
Laptopless
Last weekend, I finally shoe horned Bee's camera away from her so that I could download the last of PQ's wedding pics from last August. 397 pictures downloaded later, and my already on life support laptop, finally died. And so, I have been laptopless now for a week.
To begin with, I admit, I went into panic mode, as I have done when my last two have breathed their last. As the week progressed, I have become less stressed by the fact as I drifted even further away from society.
I always felt so cut off before when I was without a laptop at home. Maybe it's because I've started to retreat from the world a little that I don't feel it as much now that the initial panic has worn off.
I am hardly on FB, one of my close friends recently told me that she's come off it totally, for a variety of reasons but still, not one I ever would have thought would relinquish it's hold, so maybe I was onto something after all.
I don't have regular emails to respond to, I have 1600 junk emails to currently sort through, none of it is from anyone I know.
I get to spend at least 20 minutes on the Internet at work, before work actually starts at 7am, so maybe I'm not suffering withdrawal symptoms just yet.
Come next pay day, my number one priority, was to purchase a new laptop. I've been eyeing them up for months as I knew that this day would come, pretty soon. A week in, and I'm wondering... can I go another four weeks, without a laptop at home?
Well, I'm beginning to think that I may in fact, be able to. Shocking I know, but the reason that I'm able to write now, is down to the fact that I've brought my work laptop home with me this weekend. (It's allowed, don't worry.) I can write, check my emails, workout with Ashley Borden via YouTube, that's pretty much all I need just now. No, I can't store my pictures, download music etc. But this could tide me over for four weeks.
I had plans for my next pay cheque which did not include a new laptop, and none of that was essential either.
Not sure what I am going to do yet, do I test myself and go laptopless for a while longer, or do I cave, live off Heinz beans with Lea & Perrins for a month and wallow in the glory of a fully functioning, super duper new laptop?
To begin with, I admit, I went into panic mode, as I have done when my last two have breathed their last. As the week progressed, I have become less stressed by the fact as I drifted even further away from society.
I always felt so cut off before when I was without a laptop at home. Maybe it's because I've started to retreat from the world a little that I don't feel it as much now that the initial panic has worn off.
I am hardly on FB, one of my close friends recently told me that she's come off it totally, for a variety of reasons but still, not one I ever would have thought would relinquish it's hold, so maybe I was onto something after all.
I don't have regular emails to respond to, I have 1600 junk emails to currently sort through, none of it is from anyone I know.
I get to spend at least 20 minutes on the Internet at work, before work actually starts at 7am, so maybe I'm not suffering withdrawal symptoms just yet.
Come next pay day, my number one priority, was to purchase a new laptop. I've been eyeing them up for months as I knew that this day would come, pretty soon. A week in, and I'm wondering... can I go another four weeks, without a laptop at home?
Well, I'm beginning to think that I may in fact, be able to. Shocking I know, but the reason that I'm able to write now, is down to the fact that I've brought my work laptop home with me this weekend. (It's allowed, don't worry.) I can write, check my emails, workout with Ashley Borden via YouTube, that's pretty much all I need just now. No, I can't store my pictures, download music etc. But this could tide me over for four weeks.
I had plans for my next pay cheque which did not include a new laptop, and none of that was essential either.
Not sure what I am going to do yet, do I test myself and go laptopless for a while longer, or do I cave, live off Heinz beans with Lea & Perrins for a month and wallow in the glory of a fully functioning, super duper new laptop?
Thursday, 23 July 2015
Pretty Special
It's a Special Birthday for Sue. Tracy, the organiser of life, has of course organised a surprise meal, note to self, not that I ever will marry, but if I did, for the love of God, enlist Tracy as the planner.
Sheila arrived after a slight delay, looking like my twin, we both chose to wear black cigarette pants and white, sleeveless lace tops. Luckily, I was wearing my trusty patent nude sling backs and Sheila opted for black strappies, if you add in the substantial height difference, we just about got away with it. Phew.
Don was as glam as ever, totally rocked the relatively new glasses, think sexy secretary, I'm being sexist. Think, sexy CEO.
It was a great night, relaxed, fun, a chance to catch up with friends, although I mostly listened, I was just happy to soak it all up.
Got home at 12.30am after rising at 4.40am. I made the mistake of switching on the TV to have a '10 minute wind down', and what was on? Only 'Pretty Woman'. Gosh dang it, 30 minutes from the end, I did of course, have to indulge in the final moments of a classic. I think I can recite every word.
Anyway, crashed into bed just after 1am, such a long day but worth every moment. God Bless Sue, God Bless Julia Roberts.
Sheila arrived after a slight delay, looking like my twin, we both chose to wear black cigarette pants and white, sleeveless lace tops. Luckily, I was wearing my trusty patent nude sling backs and Sheila opted for black strappies, if you add in the substantial height difference, we just about got away with it. Phew.
Don was as glam as ever, totally rocked the relatively new glasses, think sexy secretary, I'm being sexist. Think, sexy CEO.
It was a great night, relaxed, fun, a chance to catch up with friends, although I mostly listened, I was just happy to soak it all up.
Got home at 12.30am after rising at 4.40am. I made the mistake of switching on the TV to have a '10 minute wind down', and what was on? Only 'Pretty Woman'. Gosh dang it, 30 minutes from the end, I did of course, have to indulge in the final moments of a classic. I think I can recite every word.
Anyway, crashed into bed just after 1am, such a long day but worth every moment. God Bless Sue, God Bless Julia Roberts.
Sleeeep
The patient has returned home, has a medium sized recovery still ahead of her but she's doing great and I'm so relieved / exhausted.
This week in work was insanely busy and mentally draining, but in a good way. I was shattered every night, but it was all good. I was supposed to be off on Friday, but that got cancelled in lieu of Monday, and then that got cancelled, in lieu of... sometime, and while I could really do with a day off right now, it will have to wait.
Last night, Friday night, I slept for nine, uninterrupted hours, and boy did I need it. I feel much better this morning although my left eye is still twitching uncontrollably at every given moment.
Saturday night, I clocked ten hours, I still feel like a sleep sponge, I am ready to soak up any sleep opportunity.
I love sleep, I need sleep. Sleep.
This week in work was insanely busy and mentally draining, but in a good way. I was shattered every night, but it was all good. I was supposed to be off on Friday, but that got cancelled in lieu of Monday, and then that got cancelled, in lieu of... sometime, and while I could really do with a day off right now, it will have to wait.
Last night, Friday night, I slept for nine, uninterrupted hours, and boy did I need it. I feel much better this morning although my left eye is still twitching uncontrollably at every given moment.
Saturday night, I clocked ten hours, I still feel like a sleep sponge, I am ready to soak up any sleep opportunity.
I love sleep, I need sleep. Sleep.
Sunday, 5 July 2015
Clutter Free
One of the things that I'm most proud of, is the fact that I have painstakingly decanted several lifetimes of memorabilia/possessions/clutter, into one life, my life.
I have, over the years, joked that my home was a work in progress while secretly and diligently considering every book, photograph, tram ticket, item of clothing, piece of paper with writing on it. You name it, I inherited it, Mum's cousin's stuff, Mum's stuff, Grandparents and Aunt's stuff, anything, anyone of my departed ancestors could, save, collect, adore, has passed through my hands and has been considered.
Occasionally, I wish I was someone who doesn't feel anything, who doesn't pick up a table cloth and know that it was a wedding present to my Aunt, look at an outfit and know that my Mum wore it on her honeymoon with the love of her life. But, alas, I do feel... everything. Deep down, I know that they are all just things, just objects, yet I work hard to detach the emotion, the memory and the legacy.
The people that care about me, that love me, really don't understand what all of this entails, but I forgive them because how could they understand when they haven't had to go through it themselves?
I don't think that you're ever truly 'done' with de-cluttering. That top that you love now, in another 6 months, will languish in your wardrobe for 18 months before you notice it again and decide to... de-clutter.
I'm going to say that I'm 95% done... everywhere. If you knocked on my door today, I would only have to add fresh bedding to the bed in the guest room and we'd be done. Impressed? I suspected as much. Love you x
I have, over the years, joked that my home was a work in progress while secretly and diligently considering every book, photograph, tram ticket, item of clothing, piece of paper with writing on it. You name it, I inherited it, Mum's cousin's stuff, Mum's stuff, Grandparents and Aunt's stuff, anything, anyone of my departed ancestors could, save, collect, adore, has passed through my hands and has been considered.
Occasionally, I wish I was someone who doesn't feel anything, who doesn't pick up a table cloth and know that it was a wedding present to my Aunt, look at an outfit and know that my Mum wore it on her honeymoon with the love of her life. But, alas, I do feel... everything. Deep down, I know that they are all just things, just objects, yet I work hard to detach the emotion, the memory and the legacy.
The people that care about me, that love me, really don't understand what all of this entails, but I forgive them because how could they understand when they haven't had to go through it themselves?
I don't think that you're ever truly 'done' with de-cluttering. That top that you love now, in another 6 months, will languish in your wardrobe for 18 months before you notice it again and decide to... de-clutter.
I'm going to say that I'm 95% done... everywhere. If you knocked on my door today, I would only have to add fresh bedding to the bed in the guest room and we'd be done. Impressed? I suspected as much. Love you x
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