4 posts tagged “home”

... the back 40 inches of yard that is! I planted my punnet of bok choy out into a larger container. The pot was suppose to contain 6 seedlings, but with a bit of division I got 8 - bonus! Now I just have to hope nothing eats it before I do! Nasty pests like grasshoppers. Crush, kill, destroy - maybe I can find an outlet for my killer instincts hunting the pests down.

I need some MR FD help to clear out the dead, dead, deadist kaffir lime tree as I have decided to plant the rosella plants there. I have mulched some of the area with sugar cane mulch and also need MR FD to help me retrieve some nice composted dirt from our compost bins. Times like this I get angry about my back injury, but I have more time to work on that now too.

I think planting my"crops" is a positive way to start the New Year. I think I am just starting to unwind from the past and all the unemployment mayhem, and while I am still marking time waiting for everyone to get back to their offices and satrt helping me craft my new life, I am becoming calmer. I am also starting to form plans for some much needed tasks around the house - cleaning out the pantry, my closets, and Mr FD's study (he has to participate in that one, I am not the type of wife who takes over his space).

Being unemployed means that I may actually have to do these things, instead of just thinking or TALKING about them...walk the walk and not just talk the talk. I would rather just do the talking, but sometimes one has to step up to the line.

I just wont draw the line in too clearly yet...I need some more down time. One can never have enough down time!

On a normal “work” morning the alarm goes at 5.30 am and Mr FD and I play snooze alarm tag for awhile before I roll out and start the day. Mr FD continues the snooze tag game until 6.30am.

In the meantime I dress and go down stairs to start my day. If Daughter 1 or I haven’t made lunches the night before I will make lunches for all three of us. Every morning I still have my private joke about how even though Daughter 1 is 29 I am still making school lunches for her (she is the teacher, not caught in groundhog remedial class!)  Most mornings I take the kitchen scraps out to the large compost bin in the garden, empty the water that has dripped our of our air conditioner into a watering can and water a couple of pots with it – I am endeavoring to be the water recycling queen – and decide what we are going to have for dinner that night, and sort out whether things have to defrost or not.  If it is a day for the milk man I bring in the milk and move things around in the fridge for a few minutes. Then onto emptying the dishwasher from the previous night and stacking whatever has been used since then. That job done, I start the kettle going and make tea, including a thermos cup for daughter to drink on her 45 minute drive to work as she is always running late and misses a cup of tea!

Next job is making breakfast for Mr FD and I. I usually make him toast and eggs for breakfast, but if he doesn’t come down as expected he gets it cold – he knows better than to complain. Sometimes I make breakfast for Daughter 1 depends on whether I want bonus Mummy points or not that day. I stack everything into the dishwasher and wipe the kitchen down.

This morning Mr FD is away so no breakfast for him. Instead I took the wheelie bin out to the footpath in readiness for tomorrow’s collection, so I don’t have to wake in the middle of the night to the sound of the garbage truck in the next street and do a made dash in my pjs to get the bin out in time. I also dead headed my gardenia bushes to assist them to continue flowering. Please.

The yellow pages phone book, two volumes for Brisbane, was left on the footpath so I also had to walk that back into the house and find a home for it, and wonder why Mr FD has a collection of yellow pages books, 2 volumes for each year and going back the last 6 years. No wonder his study looks like the city dump. It is the city dump – why did I waste time taking the rubbish bin out to the street?

Then I spent a good 7 minutes running about the house trying to find my black shoes. I am a creature of habit and always return things to the same spot – as the memory lapses get with worse this is becoming more important – but my shoes were not in any of the 3 usual spots. So I tried to think as a Flamingo Dancer would and chased about the house like a mad thing – only to find my shoes about a foot from their usual place. Someone must have moved them! Death to the intruder.

Backed my car out the house, but as my remote clicker for the garage door has ceased working, and somehow son and heir has purloined the remaining one, I had to hop out of the car and walk back into the house to close the garage. Locked the front door and then realized that I had not set the alarm. Back into the house and set the partial alarm. Partial alarm because son and heir is asleep upstairs and no doubt will be until about 3 o’clock this afternoon. He is amidst university exams and still keeping his crazy hours – up all night, asleep all day, which I think is his way of avoiding me, why I have no idea as I am the perfect mother – and I know that he will sleep so soundly that any burglar could come in with an earthmover and empty the bottom floor and son would not even murmur in his sleep. So hence the partial alarm.

Back to car and I made the gross human error of brushing against a trumpet flower and bright yellow pollen went all over my black pants…. Mad brushing and stomping and a high degree of Flamingo Dancing would have been viewed by the neighbours had they been watching, though it is probably no different to what they normally see when they look our way!

Semi-clean I hit the road. It was 7:15 am. Another day in paradise.

All is right with the world - the Flamingo Dancer nest is complete again!

She arrived home - all in one piece and with luggage intact. AND WITH PRESENTS!

Now fast asleep in her own bed - and the Flamingo Dancer world is righted again.

Amen