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All the crap I manage to fit into 24 hours.
About as exciting as it sounds. |
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Hopefully, what with this journal being 'out in the world', I should be able to minimise my moaning and actually clarify a few things. Anything's possible. |
| So I'm doing loads of mad yoga, but have pulled a muscle in my neck by reaching down the back of the TV to plug it in. There's probably some meaning in that somewhere. |
| Sun is shining, birds are singing, there's a dead rook in my driveway I really should give a proper burial, and there's two vases of dead flowers begging to be thrown out. So I really shouldn't be here waffling away. Might even bleach the mould off my shower curtain. |
| 24 hours without a keyboard left me feeling gagged, and now I can't shut up! Some nasty little thing crept in and ate my driver, and could I find a new one that didn't cost? Nope. I had to copy and paste every single letter, it took forever! Then today I braved the wind, rain, and the bird flu panic as we now have it in Scotland, and bought a USB keyboard, but who cares, as now I can type, I have words again! So now I'm going to bake big, fat cinnamon and sultana scones, and stuff most of them before hubby gets home from work, to celebrate the joys of a working keyboard. |
| Cold feet. Need hot water bottle. And cheesecake and pasta and for it to STOP BLOODY WELL SNOWING!!! So damn sick of this. |
| Two of my least favourtie things are being kept up all night by a client, playing music, shouting to herself, stmaping about, when she knows the difference betwen day and night, (and if she doesn't grasp this care in the community thing she's going back to the hospital) and fallen stock. I was so glad to get home from my second job, away from work after 25 stright hours in the flat of a client, and there was dead cow hanging by one hoof from a crane, outside my house. I know cows occasionally die on the farm, I knew that when I took this house, even though we are all vegetarians, I felt that just becuase you don't like something, doesn't mean it doesn't happen, and none of us a right to be shielded form the horrible things in this world. Plus, at least that cow never had to travel toa slaughter house in a crowded truck and wait in line, watching, knowing what's coming next. He popped his clogs in a field he was comfortable in. Still, doesn't mean I want to see him hanging up outside my kitchen window. Maybe it's a hanging thing? I sure do hate dealing with people who've hung themselves in my first job. It would be a real writing challenge to me to express accurately how alarming that sight is. |
| I can't believe I am going to get a credit card just so that I can get season four of the Golden Girls on DVD from the U.S. Amazon. Why the hell is not being released in the UK, like all the other seasons?? And to think, I've spent all those hours of my life protesting nukes and pollution, and stuff like this is going on..... |
| Huzzah! I can almost get my feet behind my head. If this keeps up, soon I'll have this yoga thing down to a fine art, or end up in hospital, one or the other. I must conentrate on keeping fit. I can't let work get the better of my back again. I've got to stay cheerful too. So what the septic tank's dangerously full, the exhaust pipe on the car has a hole in it, and some NASTY miniature criminal child has stolen my little one's brand new Lisa Simpson lunchbox. Oh how she loved it when they all admired it, but now one of them has run off with it, she can't stop crying. The teacher's promises to track it down have not soothed either of us. It's so cold toady. I really should go out to he fields next door and retrieve the washing that blew away in that direction yesterday, before the sheep eat it. But it's too cold, and it'll be covered in sheep, crow and seagull poo. |
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I still think, if the other mom is letting that sort of thing break up their friendship, maybe it's for the better. You never know.
Yoga isn't helping?