Moving Out Blues

Daz and Baz arrived as promised. These blokes really know how to fling stuff around.

The lady who I rent from (Nanny) was acting so badly that her husband and myself had to give her a tune up. She doesnt want me to go, but its a funny way of showing it. She thinks I have destroyed the whole place. And I know where this is heading - BOND! She doesnt want to give my bond back. Im ashamed to say that I yelled and her.

Meanwhile Jenny was all upset and looking all worried and I bawled when I drove off and left her there.

So the carpet mob are coming tomorrow which will be interesting. Anyway I told Nanny today that I wont be dealing with her only Slavko from now on.....

Appartment on Athllon

At last, I have the keys and moved some of my stuff in. Its very very nice to be able to own my own place again.

There have been a few dramas with getting the electricty on but will blog later about that. Its all very exciting, tho I am really tired and sore from all the activity.

So if any of you have time for spare prayers, please send some up for me.

Missing

Now that I am moving I am going to miss certain things here, which brings me to how I miss my loves.

Loves can be right next to you and you can still miss them, like in the case of my mum while going through her Alziehmiers. Of course, loves are carried with in the heart and for no reason that Ive been able to identify, I start yearning for their pressence out of the blue. Which is happening to me over the last few days. Spoze its the moving, the coming to an end of a part of my life in C-Town.

Sometimes their photo is enough to ease the yearning. Not that I have photos of all of them.

Think the moon is full or something.

This next 7 days is going to be ruggerd. Cabargo all weekend singing and playing the social butterfly. being totally overstimulated. Please God, let me sleep silently in my bed and not walking around in the raw screaming in front of 5 frightened women. (not sure how I agreed to the dorm sleeping) Monday a job interview. Wednesday settlement day on the appartment and cleaning and shifting after that. Talk about excitement. By Saturday week I will probably be curled in a ball under the doona for the weekend recovering.

love you moo.

Date

Finally, settlement date. 27th Feb, but not holding my breath coz all kinds of things can happen. Taking a week off work to settle in and clean the old place. Gunna miss this old dump I think. Specially Slavko, who is a really good bloke. Going for nature walks up into the hills and seeing the horses in the morning. Stealing apricots and peaches, I find hanging over peoples fences. Hard to shake off that old convict mentallity.

Off to Cabargo this weekend to perform at the Folk Festival. Shareing a room with 6 other ladies. Could be exciting, especially if have a nightmare and start sleepwalking around in the raw.


“I’d luv to kiss ya, but I just washed my hair.”
Bette Davis(American actress 1908-1989)
I chuckled.

Deafness Dramas

While shopping merrily today I unintentionally cut an middle aged anglo female off by walking directly infront of her. I had no idea as I didnt see or hear her, so she followed me into the shop where she angrily said "YOU WALKED RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME AND NEARLY TRIPPED ME OVER". Well, I was shocked for a second and then said " I AM SORRY!!" She started walking off then I collected my self and I followed her and said, "SO YOU ARE TELLING ME THAT YOU HAVE NEVER DONE THAT BEFORE? She shook her head and looked very shamed. It was only after she left that I realized it was because of my hearing that this has happened.

I admit I was in the wrong, but "hello!" we are in a shopping centre with other people and its something you have to deal with in a city, its not like shopping online. Looks like were heading for shopping rage and well as road rage now... where is this madness going to end.

Any way thought I might take a portrait of it before I do a Vinnie on it.

Valentines Day

Im still recoving from Apology Day and feel like Mike Tysons had 10 rounds with my eyes.

Had lunch with Jeff in the Tuggers Food Court. It was only after he left and I had told him I love working for a peace-loving man that I remembered it was Valentines Day. He seemed pretty chuffed and thanked me for the feedback. Said its hard at the top because people dont tend to give feedback. He also wanted to know what was on the horizon for myself and I said I dont really know what I want to be when I grow up....

So did my bit for peace love and harmony today.

Apology Day

Its been a long time coming. I dressed in purple for repentance. It rained, which was appropriate for the day and provided some amusement for those around me by bawling many times. The words "humble and contrite hearts" were close to me. Rudds speech was honest and showed a great understanding of Indigenous Culture in a very subtle way. Unlike the opposition who presented a narrow, bull in a china shop type speech which was total let down. It was great to see the noble Gough was there, eyes as usual, ablaze.

Foskari Lounge

I tell ya, persistance gets you everywhere. Pago Designs are selling me the lounge with out having to go through the retail routine. The interior designer suggested that the lounge could be two things, either a feature, or a retreat. I like the sound of retreat which meant that I choose a colour that will not effect me very much. So this is what I have chosen.

The other persistance news is Ive lost another .5kg this week and 5 cm off my waist, which can acually be identified now. So all up thats 7.5kg gone.

Multicultural Festival

The two African Sanctus performances we did yesterday were really good and recieved well. Canberra Celtic Choir were to perform at 5:30pm, however there was a problem with program and then the other acts were running an hour behind time so in the end we pulled the plug and left. It was a voluntary job, so we only lost our time and energy.

I invited my cobbers (11) to come along. They all turned up and then I had to let them go with out seeing the performance. I hate letting people down.

Felt like a wet rag by the end of the day. I dont know how people work in the performing arts. So many things can go wrong and they just seem to go to the next plan effortlessly. Spoze thats why they do it, cause they get to use creativity with their solutions. Id be a screaming launatic, trying to cope with all those pressures.

CORONET - Where a queen will let down her golden hair soon

And maybe celebrate a coronation or two.....

My Prayers for Fred

Freds been on my mind all day. These days if I dont write stuff down it keeps nagging me until I get it out. Weird and good all at once. Not all of it hits the blog, but the majority does and the only reason I love doing the blog is that it allows photos, where as a diary is pretty labour intensive. oh yeah and you can waffle....................

Final Inspection

Over the top excitment today with the final inspection of the appartment. My Interior Designer (yeah I know that sounds like Im on myself) accompanied me there and is going to make some suggestions. Also she came to see the furniture I already have and advised what would work. Im cranked on getting the Foskari Lounge, which might be a bit of a challenge, considering they are from Melbourne. Not giving up though.

I Saw My Lady Weep

I saw my lady weep,
And Sorrow proud to be advanced so,
In those fair eyes where all perfections keep,
Her face was full of woe;
But such a woe (believe me) as wins more hearts,
Than Mirth can do with her enticing parts.
Sorrow was there made fair,
And Passion wise, tears a delightful thing,
Silence beyond all speech a wisdom rare,
She made her sighs to sing,
And all things with so sweet a sadness move,
As made my heart at once both grieve and love.
O fairer than aught else,
The world can show, leave off in time to grieve,
Enough, enough, your joyful looks excels,
Tears kills the heart.
O strive not to be excellent in woe,
Which only breeds your beauty's overthrow.

By John Dowland, Elizabethan Lutist and Composer, strongly infulenced by the Melencoly of the time.

Like I am today..... Home, sick with a Menieres attack. Concerned that my hearing is fading fast. Scared of the isolation deafness brings. Pathetic!