In the aftermath of my last visit here, I think I disappeared down the rabbit hole of self-recrimination for a few days and that irritates me. Sparing anyone a lengthy waltz through that again, I turned up somewhere in a condition that triggered someone and have not known how to deal with that. She says I didn’t, which is a well-meaning lie because there can be no way effect burgeoned without cause when the cause leapt from its dress circle seat right onto the stage.
So, what to do I
It has been a while
I have been the best I have ever been, that’s why. Mostly, at least and the exceptions are ripples not waves. I really don’t know why that keeps me away because I like wellness and reading all about it. I just can’t seem to not be a hypocrite. Sharing wellness in a place that exists for the unwell is both the point and so not the point. And that makes sense. And it doesn’t.
I wouldn’t after all show my friend, who survived breast cancer, film and (probably even the)
So far so good for 2021. But kinda not really. It is good in the sense that it has not been bad but it also is a descent from the heady heights of what, in my own mind, I think of as the Year of the Platypus and that makes me a little sad.
Or a lot sad.
I don’t want to go back. I want the world to change and at a million miles an hour. It was ****ed, it was broken and I would smite all the shrill voices that yearn for the way it used to be. If only I had some free time and a wand.
So we left what I now regard as our proper home to go back to what I sometimes regard as our proper home (confusing, right) only to learn, two days later, that quarantine was a government shamble and Melbourne is in the middle of either a second wave or a proper first wave or some shit. Never one to not say let’s turn around and go back, I did. Not so fast, was the kids’ view of it all.
Limbo it is for the moment then. Oh well, at least there is the option and that is better than the altern
It might be interesting, in years to come, to reflect on how we in Australia largely escaped the pandemic. That’s the good news. The less good news is school is to be going back and work is to be going back and, together, those two things mean our 10 week idyll will soon be dust. Things must return to normal, whatever the **** that means. I’m in no hurry.
Return to normal is what they say. Re-open the economy is what they say louder still. They are of course less effusive about what that im
Week two was like week one. We move on.
I should take a moment to point out that given the planet-wide trauma we're all varying degrees of seeing, there will be no pissiness about being couped up with an unrequited life to live. For me, it isn't that bad. Just educational.
And like all education, it is so much better when not forced upon you. I don't mean Siri. Having never availed myself, I had no idea how ****ing useless she is and now I find myself asking her stuff all the time,
Total Isolation seems to be going well.
We haven't seen another living soul since Wednesday and as much as that is weird, it also isn't the worst thing. I tried Facetime a couple of times but I really couldn't be bothered with it. I'm not sure why that is other than maybe it is still surreal enough to want to be really embracing the new reality.
Home education is going swimmingly. Ruby is teaching my mathematics and, like her dad, is helpfully there to remind me that my left hand is no
I think the crack that mattered might have appeared when I was reading the Worksafe directions for preparing my office for pandemic prevention. My office is less than three months old, employs two people other than me and, since I still don't know how well I'm going to fare at making a working life out of sailing my own ship, and because I cannot help myself, I decided to put a premium on office style. No substance? We'll soon see.but in the meantime at least enjoy my impeccable surrounds.
To help us better manage the scourge, could we please,
1. Get a touching elbows emoji. This is now urgent
2. Notice how our children are coping and promote that as the working model. It's just adults that embarrass us all.
3. Enough already with war analogies. There is no glory. It is not the enemy. It is a virus. It is especially odd and coolly ironic how the USA in particular loves these references, given how they have not won a war since 1945. We can only hop
Hmmm....we're all ****ed, apparently.
Or we're not. Big congrats to Hong Kong, Taiwan and Singapore for figuring this out.
As for me, everyone else can get all frothed up. I'm here in Positivity Land dwelling on the many, many, positive things. In no particular order then,
1. There is a chance Peter Dutton might die. I don't wish him ill but won't mind in the slightest if a virus has lined him up
2. Possums, cats, horses, sheep and a goat can't get it.
3. I might die
So the world is running out of toilet paper. Say that out loud a few times if you dare and see if you don't start to wonder whether we, as a species, even deserve to survive.
The bad news is the federal electorate in which I live was the first to exhaust its shelves of this now precious commodity. That means I am surrounded by selfish _____. Beyond that, it's all rather funny. There's some good memes in a crisis, especially an imaginary one but the one I saw of a Collingwood scarf rolled a
Have kinda stayed at arms length from here because, happily I suppose, any problems I may have had are all a bit trivial really. There are exceptions and this is mine. It is still a bit first-worldy . And also a bit-new worldy, viscerally and actually and i can't say I'm any better at looking ahead with the eyes in the back of my head but there we are.
Just by the way, if anyone has a better term for first world, one that is less faintly racist, I would love for you to share it.
Since it never hurts to walk a mile in someone else's shoes, it might be high time others were given an opportunity to walk in mine. More exactly, since it is usually me that goes a bit or a lot too far, it would only be fair and, let's not pretend, amusing to me if others were given the same encouragement
So I'm going to host a party
I do like a raucous party
It is also my last ever day at work before the new venture on Wednesday so that makes two things in it for me
Maybe I am all growed up
The last time I was here wouldn't indicate that though, not that anyone would know. I was half way through a blog, seriously pissed-off about one ... two .... many things, a milder sort of huffy about several other things besides and struck by the barrenness of my own imagination in the salty mangrove of gift ideas for people I really don't like when i thought ... **** it, **** you, **** them, ****, ****, ****ety **** and snapped my laptop shut only half-pleased tha
I was driving home from work this afternoon, feeling a bit pissed-off. With some of my colleagues, specifically, and the ready convenience of not even double-standards but their sort of soup de jour , crouton sized little kernels of confected outrage. I was thinking if they have an appetite for outrage, then I could certainly provide all you can eat. Then I perhaps thought maybe not as I have grown to like not taking near as many backward steps as I might have once upon a time. Still, I am a bit
I tiny-wish that Neptune would come closer, so we could see it
It really is very pretty, all cerulean and cobalt and moody and iridescent
And Venus could do with a boyfriend. Mars is so last century.
Neptune must be at least fertile because he has 14 children and Venus doesn't have any. (except of course for strays like me)
Just so we're clear, this isn't allegorical. Just helping with my kids homework, which has an odd way of becoming my homework.
I’m not entirely sure but I think I was pregnant with my first when my husband unwittingly started a game that persists to this day. He sent me a text message. I can’t recall what it said or what it was even about but do recall that it was unusually incoherent, just not so incoherent to dissuade me from meandering along several tangents to the broader question: what the absolute **** did that even say!?
After enough head scratching I think I called him with that very question. And he said s
Spring has not yet sprung so I had little choice but to hurry things up a smidge. Like all virtuous people, I get sick of ****ing waiting and as August was …. hmmm … emotionally sub-optimal we ….I mean me … or it might not matter since we and me amount to much the same thing in peak me-season … decided to fly to Queensland for a sun-drenched, surf-soaked do-nothing-athon.
It had to be now. Any later in the year and you cannot swim up there without having a good amount of vinegar handy, to m
I know stacks about probability and likelihood. Or perhaps not really. But I should. I should because I have be schooled in it for years and years and … alright … maybe only in the context of thoroughbred racing from a husband who was then my boyfriend and not my boyfriend and then not anything until later when he was something again and then the most special something and still even now I hear all about likelihoods and how this can’t win and that one won’t ever and the one alongside is just an
I feel sorry for the kids today that are working in retail. The world that you and I are part of does not treat them well. All they really want to do is their sh*t job with sh*t hours and sh*t pay is get through school and onto to the job they might actually want. And it seems the world that was once these kids conveniently forgets that.
It used to be easy. Do you have this cut in something OTHER than lemon or chartreuse? And the girl would say either "Yes we do" or "I wish" or ...you get
Six months ago I decided to have a year away from here. That's probably a fail. Or, for someone as conclusion-averse as me, a stunning success. Six months in that context is nigh on eternity.
Can't say I quite know what to do though, other than sniff with haughty suspicion, like a cat, at everything that might be different. Especially at those things that manage to be exactly the same
Maybe the cat would be better for knowing that the only thing discernibly different is herself.
A while ago now, I lived in Japan for nearly four years. I suppose I was overdue for this to bite me one more time.
That's bad enough. It's worse that I primed it by doing nothing other than opening my mouth.
Let's not pretend. I went there to sell my body. Despite this, Japan had an effect which is would be visible if you ever took a look at my home. Or my psyche. Much to remember and more to forget. Nevermind, where's the fun in therapy if the things you would change aren't the mirr
I work with five women. One is sharp witted old crone but I'll leave her out of it. The crone thing is part obligation, part artifice and I get the feeling she hides behind it because she may very well have things worth hiding. And I like her.
The other four, bless their hearts, are young and varying degrees of callow. Each of them is an administrative assistant. One of them is my administrative assistant; that is, if I can ever find her. She is usually off doing things for other staff desp
So after god only knows how many days (alright, exactly 17), I finally got to speak to my beloved.
Now you would think a highly intelligent man who, when pressed about his precise whereabouts by a reasonably anxious wife, would know much, much better than to say "Not sure, somewhere in Mongolia." No, not the best start I wouldn't have thought. That alone warrants marital punishment. And I'm sad to say or I'm not that I am not above committing this to long and patient memory.
So I thought if I cannot make myself happy, despite half-hearted recent attempts at exactly this, then why not make others happy. And why not do this with American money.
So I hatched a bold and brilliantly simple plan to relieve, I dunno, Whomever Inc. of their zillion, billion, squllion dollar lottery and donate .... let's see.... absolutely all of it to the People's Revolutionary Army of Puerto Rico.
It's a glitch that such an organisation doesn't quite yet exist but one never kno