You know how there’s stages to life that all women will likely have to pass at some point in time – like learning to ride a bike, first date, having a baby, first mammogram etc? Well I just survived my first root canal and it wasn’t as bad as I was led to believe! I didn’t even cry! Ironically the dentist was a woman and seemed to understand my white knuckles gripping the armrest.
Category: Daily life
Stretch for a cookie
You can tell Peps and I are tired after our long walk after work tonight – I’m sitting in my chair holding his biscuit out to him as far as my arm can reach. He’s sitting on the floor stretching his nose out as far as it will go but there’s still six inches between us. Neither of us can be arsed to get up and be the first to move and close the gap!
My firework season – too long & loud
It is Diwali today and there’s lots of fireworks going off. Not nice continuous displays but random “gunshots” that kept every child awake and freak out a lot of pets. It was fine at 7.00 pm – they are entitled to celebrate too, but it’s now 11.30 and enough is enough. How about a little courtesy?
I celebrated every holiday and season in one night tonight. At 5.30 pm walking Peps we passed a few Trick or Treaters. There was the boom, pop, bang of the inevitable fireworks in the distance and one house had a Christmas tree in the living room – I kid you not!! All this was without a coat as it was a record 23.5 degrees C this Halloween. Finally when I got home I baked a birthday cake for a certain Scorpio I know and love. Somehow the Christmas tree doesn’t seem unusual?
However, we did have a great time at the NPL Fireworks on November 1st – a proper display to music rather than this perpetual boom, bang, sizzle, pop nonsense.
10 November
Finally, a reasonably quiet night around our neighbourhood – few fireworks. Got annoyed at a girl at work today who said that Guy Fawkes Night was the most British thing we have and that it was a symbol of our democracy. The fireworks are great she said. She doesn’t have any pets, young children, people scared of loud noises or elderly people living at her house who have been terrified for three weeks now. Next year I am booking a week in France just to get away from the British idea of fun…and I can say that as I was born here.
Guy Fawkes is on November 5th but they celebrate here from the moment they can buy fireworks in the grocery store and both weekends around the 5th usually have big displays as well. When I was a kid it was just one night and it was so much fun – our neighbourhood pooled our money and the Dads did a bit of a simple display – all the Mums made treats and backed potatoes. It was usually cold so there was a bonfire to represent the fact that Fawkes was burned at the stake. Wonderful. Nowadays I feel like I live in a war zone.
Electronic or not – books are better in bed!
In our house we love our tea-and-book-in-bed mornings, however, nowadays it’s tea-and-electronic devices-in-bed mornings! After sending this message I’ll read my latest book on my Kindle – bliss regardless!
What was he thinking?
Well, Steve won that round. Going out to dinner I suggested he go and change his shirt. He goes upstairs and changes into a blue Hawaiian shirt that he knows I hate. “I’d rather you wore the other one,” says I. He changes back thinking for a brief moment that he has achieved some sort of marital dominance. Don’t they know we shall prevail?
You will go to the ball
Had an awesome time at the NPL summer ball last night – dodgem cars and a carousel included. I can also say I have now been clubbing if that is the pounding beat and packed dance floor where everyone bounces in a giant crowd with their arms swaying? What ever happened to a nice slow number where you could cuddle up to your sweetie? Hangover today is all in the legs where my hip begs for some Ibuprofen. Still it was such fun!
100 yards and new jobs
Just got up to go to the printer at work and by the time I came back I had volunteered to be a fire warden and to help with crowd control at NPL’s open house on May 20. How does that happen over a space of two minutes and 100 yards?
The irony of sleep
Tossing and turning at 4 am so decided to move to spare room. We have two. Double bed had new quilt in progress on top as it’s my “design bed”. The new queen bed had a clean laundry pile and a suitcase on one side so I couldn’t get under the covers. But hey, I’m a quilter so instant bedding! Next step was to sort out the new phone as an alarm – so what tune had Claire programmed for me to wake up to? Tossed and turned some more – by the time the alarm went off I had been asleep for about 15 minutes! Typical eh?
Womanhood issues
Oh, I hate being a woman and over 50 sometimes. The indignity of having your tender bits squashed between two plastic plates while your bum is extended out at a 45 degree angle. And don’t tell me it’s for my own good, as I know it is, but there must be a simpler and more respectful way!
Duct tape and New Year’s Day
It was a funny old New Year’s Day – Steve locked his Hotmail account for a month; I poured a full glass of diet Coke over the coffee table which held Steve’s new iPad and Kindle; Claire had my car over at Nathan’s where the passenger mirror got broken off and the cauli cheese sauce wouldn’t thicken for dinner! Premonitions of what 2014 is going to be like?
Luckily not! Steve managed to get his computer fixed; the carpet was the only thing that got wet in the Coke debacle and, if I do say so myself, it was the best cauliflower cheese and gammon meal I have ever made! I guess it’s one’s attitude that makes a situation into a problem although I am still not happy driving to work tomorrow with a duct taped mirror!