Life in Middle Girth

Mood: Happy
Listening to: Kettle boiling, daughter chatting (!)

Monday, 10.33 pm

 

It feels like Sunday, is actually Monday but I wish it was Friday because I could do with another weekend! The weather has finally decided to give us a taste of what summer weather used to be like - relatively windless and hot (HOT). Add to that a peaceful day with children either absent or engrossed with computer games (yes I know its ridiculous them being glued to a screen on a glorious day like this) and the husband at the fishing competition prizegiving, throw  in a good book and a hammock chair and you know what a lovely day it's been.  I even branched out into a short tiered skirt and strappy singlet top (maximum exposure with a modicum of modesty) but my bubble was popped there by the daughter of the house asking why I was dressing younger than my age!

Voice from above (and I don't mean God): "Could you keep the noise down please, I'm trying to sleep up here."

And I'd just asked Pip if she was feeling ok as not only did she make me a cuppa but she also spoke several sentences without swearing, and even kissed me on the cheek!

 

Back to my lazy day - though I did clean out the bottom of the pantry and vacuum the lounge - quite a large part of it was spent lounging in the sun with the current book, "Family Matters" by Rohinton Mistry, an entertaining window on the life of an Indian family, quite poignant in parts, funny in others, generally a good read. Ages since I've had the luxury of sustained reading.

The Mazda car keys are still lost. Gloom.

Too scared to climb on the scales since Christmas. I seem to have been eating compulsively lately, and am wondering whether it has anything to do with my cutting down on the happy pills (Fluoxetine aka Prozac I think). The whole drug thing was a bit of a have I think, though I think it stopped me being so irritable. The doctor wanted to change it when I'd been doing an excruciatingly casual "My husband thinks my pills have killed my sex drive" conversation a while ago, but to do that I'd have had to go to a psychiatrist. Bugger that. I'm not even entirely sure I was depressed in the first place! Anyway, over the last few months I started taking them on alternate days, now its Mondays and Thursdays, and I don't think I'll bother with another prescription when this lot runs out. But the eating thing is bothering me, I eat for the hell of it even when I'm not hungry. Hmm. And the sex thing? Still not interested, but not worried about it in the least. Unlike the other half, but what do you expect from a bloke.

 

Mike came home from Summer Camp with a bag full of washing. He was based on the lake, supervising Scouts in sailing boats and such - Kevin got some really good feedback from other leaders about him so that was nice. He looks a bit like the wild man from Borneo with his hair down to his nose, and its curling so much!! None of us has ever managed curls before! (Well, not publicly visible ones.)

 

Guess I'd better trudge upstairs to bed, work in the morning. Still, its a short week, and the boss is still away - not that we really mind one way or another because we enjoy work anyway (how cheesy does that sound?).

 

Sweet dreams all, especially me!

 

Jaybee

 

Mood: Grumpy, formerly happy
Listening to: Greatest race (replacing Aus vs Sri Lanka ODI thanks to Pip)

Sunday, 10.38

Do you know how mentally exhausting it is, producing a good blog, hitting the publish button and finding that the sodding bloody internet connection has died and therefore so has your blog? AAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH.

 

And I was in such a good mood too......

 

The aforesaid blog was telling about my trials and tribulations last night; to say they were sinking in a gentle pool of wine would be grossly understating the facts, they were caused by a fekking great vat of wine! The blog was witty and full of humour (she said modestly) and because I've got such a scatterbrain I cannot possibly reproduce it so you will all have to take my word for it. But be assured, the world is a poorer place for its loss.

 

So now I've lost the urge, and will catch up again some other time.

 

Adios,

Jaybee

Mood: Normal
Listening to: CSI

Friday, 10.15 pm

 

Can't believe how time zaps by - sorry about the huge gaps. My journal, the handwritten one, is also missing huge chunks. One day everything will be up to date, even the accounts!

 

I am hacked off - annoyed - at the spammers who are loading my guestbook here with their advertising of various sites, mostly for pharmaceuticals and casino crud. Some of it isn't even in english for goodness sake! Does anybody else have these invasions on their sites?? Grrrrr. I've done something on the "preference" admin bit but it may not keep them out so might have to ban all guestbook entries soon. Not that anybody comments much anyway.

 

There is such a nice smell in our house tonight - I have an oven full of pies cooking - one sausage, onion, cheese, egg and tomato - for Brent to take fishing tomorrow; one bacon, silverbeet (spinach), onion, egg, mushroom and camembert which Pip and I will probably be the only ones who will try; and one for the boys - sausage, onion, egg and lots of cheese.

 

Brent goes off on the annual Wanganui Sea Fishing competition tomorrow with Dave, and this year Alan is joining them. They've gone off to the registration evening tonight, Brent has the car so he'd better not be drinking. God help us if the weather packs up, they won't be worth talking to! We have a 3-day weekend, its Wellington Anniversary Day on Monday, and that's the day for the prizegiving. If the weather stops the competition then all the prizes are drawn out of a hat - last year Brent won a new fishing rod and various other  gear (through skill I hasten to add) and the year before Dave got the major prize, something electronic and expensive which I can't quite remember - so they're a tinny combination. Tinny is kiwi slang for lucky.

 

Oh My God he's just walked in with a great big ham under his arm, the organisers pulled registration numbers out and if you were there you won something - see what I mean about tinny?

 

Took Small down to the local pools this afternoon and had a dip myself. (Fridays are my days off.) Was quite pleasant but my holiday tan has just got to the flaky stage, not a hard out peel but more like dandruffy skin, and being immersed in a chloriney pool for an hour or so did not do much for it. However, generous amounts of moisturiser have glued me back together and vastly improved the look.

 

Spent this morning spraying the newly installed trellis fence to give it a less glaringly new look. I used Brent's weedsprayer and made up a mixture of Condy's Crystals (potassium permanganate) which looked like beetroot juice as it went on but has dried to a nice mellow brown. It was left over from my cane basket making days about a century ago (well, at least 30) and was what I used to dye the cane with. See, there are benefits in not throwing anything away!

 

Ten minutes home and everyone is bitching and moaning at each other. Situation normal. Think I'll leave them to it and go to bed. Sigh.

 

Laterz....

Jaybee