Showing posts from November, 2011

I hate my left foot

G'day all!

Actually, I lie.  I only apparently hate my left foot.  I really very much like my left foot.  It is very handy to walk on a foot.  (Two feet are even better as long as they are shared equally between my two legs.)  My left foot is more shapely than my right foot.  It is even more shapely at the moment, after I viciously brutalised it on the locking wheel of the chiro couch yesterday and then whanged two toes on the edge of the shower today after tangling in the shower curtain (why yes, I am talented!).  It is also prettier colours than my right foot.

But I can walk and run on it so the damage is fairly cosmetic I think.  I hope.  I wonder if I will damage it a third time later today or tomorrow?

I have been crafting!  Will miracles ever cease?

When the going gets tough, the tough get knitting.  I had been avoiding knitting cos I thought it was making my lymphoedema worse.  Well if I am wearing my compressive sleeve, yes it does.  But if I don't wear the sleeve?    …


G'day all!

Sydney has pulled out a stinker today - 38C!  No wonder I am feeling a little hot under the collar, even though I am not wearing a collar....

I've been a bit quiet recently.  I've got a lot on my plate currently - travel last week, a whole of of disruption coming up that I cannot yet talk about.  Keeping secrets is so blah, at least this sort of secret.  Of course it might not happen either, so it makes it even More Mysterious!

(There's a few hundred of my "close personal friends" there.  The way people put themselves into other peoples' pictures indicated an intimacy unknown to the photographer.)

On the weekend, we went to Bondi to see Sculpture by the Sea.  We and about 5,000 other people.  I think I under-exaggerate.   There were people EVERYWHERE.

We saw some really nice sculptures and some that I rather wondered the point of.  I appear not to be into avant garde sculpture.  And some were "affordable" if you like that sort of thin…

A black and terrible storm

Gday all!I was hoping to fly out to Sydney this evening but well I think the attached pic tells a story...All flights delayed and the storm is about an hour wide... dangit!Anon!

Hooray for a domestic

G'day all!We are in sunny melbourne and within ten minutes of ferrying off the plane had a domestic.I very clearly said I was intending to go to the loo, which I did.  Nathan headed that way too, only to the men's.He disappeared.  I waited for the luggage, cos I wasn't leaving that behind and I thought he was in the loo still.I could see there was a bus about to leave and I now had the luggage, but still no nathan.  I was waiting inside.  I hear my name, and nathan is outside. He had been buying tickets for the bus. I already had tickets for the bus.We missed the bus. We had a domestic.He expected me to just know that he was buying tickets.  Cos I am psychic, doncha know.I thought he was still in the loo. After all we do have those sorts of days once in a while.So now he is all huffy and stalked off because I'm not a mind reader. Yes he was doing a good thing but if he had said I'll go get tickets, if he had communicated with me, we wouldn't have a rather publi…

Hooray, another year older

G'day all!

Hmm, maybe I should have given this blog entry the title "Boo, hiss, another year older..."

I am currently very much in two minds about this whole birthday thing.

a) I am very grateful to have managed to reach another birthday.  Five years ago I assumed that I would reach 80-something.  After the fun of the last couple of years, I'm grateful for every birthday I hit in apparently good health.

b) another birthday means I am getting older.  And I already feel like a wrinkly old bag some days, especially next to the lovely young things* that Nathan has as workmates.    Now people say they are not wrinkles, they are experience lines, so oh boy I must be rapidly gaining experience in this game of life!  And I can tell what expressions mainly cross over my face from the patterns that are worn in.  And I'm not fishing for compliments either, cos when people tell me I am beautiful, I know they are fibbing or extrapolating the truth somewhat.  Now if they said …