31 posts tagged “stress”

I am partaking of a small, well middish, glass of a cheeky little le grand coq cabernet sauvignon 2004. It's promotional claim is that it is produced from very well hung grapes. I have no idea where or when we obtained it, I suspect it was either a gift, or purchased in one of the moments of holiday hilarity when one thinks everything is humorous and a must have. It has been cellared very carefully in a cardboard cartoon that once contained reams of printing paper, in the corner of our living room, for heavens knows how long. Maybe since 2004.  It did have the requisite covering of dust though.

I drink it as I write my way through my first draft of my last assignment in my postgraduate degree. Perhaps too soon to celebrate...but damn I am being creative. Luckily I don't have to hand the assignment in until Monday so I have time to sober up and edit!

It tastes very nice....

I walked outside this Sunday morning and the jasmine vine was blossoming , and the magnolia tree was flowering and the gardenias are in bloom and the birds were in the trees chirping...a perfect Spring day.

Between now and the end of July I have many, many, long and complicated assignments to complete so I may not be around the neighbourhood as much. I haven't gone away, though I have considered drowning myself in the toilet bowl...

Don't go away in my absence, or I will hunt you down and hit you with my stick!

P.S. I got a 6 (on a scale of 1-7, 7 being a High Distinction, 6 a Distinction) for my touchy feely subject with the crazy lecturer - wonders never cease! I still don't understand what we were suppose to know...

you mean they have to match?

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Proof today that I have lost the plot... I wore two different shoes to school today!

They were both court  shoes, and both black....and that is where the similarities end. One was utterly plain and the other had a lot of styling.

And guess when I noticed - yes, when I sat down after arriving home from school. Over 10 hours I wore those shoes and never noticed! Perhaps it was a blessing that I didn't notice as then I may have felt foolish. At the very least I would have told everyone and then they would have had proof proper that I was a "little different".

No one said a word, not even the students. Maybe no one noticed. Maybe I am already marked as eccentric and they just assumed I was making a fashion statement. Maybe they just assumed the dementia had kicked in. Maybe no one cared.

I may not tell Mr FD  or my children as they will only use it to prove their case that I lost my sanity years ago...

Just another day in the world of a Flamingo Dancer!

The first impression that something was wrong was when I mistook the banister for the stairs and walked off and over the side. Luckily there was a tiered garden edge and I was able to cling to it, as the boys who had been standing there, watching to ensure no one did this very thing, came to my rescue. They pulled me back over and a girl told me not to worry as many people made the same mistake.

I thanked them and hurried back through town to my house. I carried a blouse on a hanger in each hand. I didn’t know which to wear and I had a lecture in a little over an hour and I had almost an hour’s drive to get there. I got to our apartment building and arrived at our floor. Well I thought it was our floor but the candy store near the elevator made me realise it wasn’t.

However, I thought, damn it, I will make it our floor, so I turned and ran the whole length, and then started to climb the rusting steel staircase. A girl came out of the trap door and told me to hurry up or I would be late – they were waiting.

I climbed through the trap door and got sucked into a candy floss machine. I was spun in white candy floss. It spat me out the top – and I landed at the North Pole dressed as Santa Claus.

My last thoughts were My first Christmas dream of the season...

There’s a Christmas dream season?

[For the dazed and confused this is the dream I had early this morning. And NO there were no white rabbits - I think]

Best Easter wishes

I couldn't help but notice over the last couple of days, how all the people I have observed have been quite buoyant and light of spirit. They appear to have an abundance of Easter Spirit. I have been teasing my little grey cell with this over the last day or two, and have come to the conclusion that people may actually enjoy Easter more than Christmas as there is none of the "have to" connected to Easter as there is to Christmas.

We don't have to visit family, or entertain, or gift shop until we drop and the credit card melts. Easter is our time. We can do what we please, we don't have to include family, and we don't have to spend money we don't really have.

Maybe we should rework Christmas...maybe just let Santa do his gift giving to the little ones and let all the rest go the way of old rituals that are no longer enjoyed. I mean we don't throw Christians to the lions anymore, do we? Sure people enjoyed it, but it grew tiresome and finding enough Christians was a bit of a trial after awhile, so out it went. Then we found football, and everyone was happy, right? No one misses the Christian throwing now do they? See, we can change this Christmas chaos, free ourselves to actually enjoy it...hop to it, people.

Slip sliding away

Next week just fell off my magnetic fridge calender. This week is still hanging there, but next week just slid off and hit the floor. Perhaps best not to make plans for next week I suspect.

It took me half an hour to connect our home network to the internet this morning. In the end I had to call in the creature who lives above the stairs - Son - for the final solution. Dangerous terrritory this early in the day.

I just found the lucky bamboo plant that I bought for Daughter2's birthday hiding in an unused shower recess. It was a good hiding place. So good I forgot to give it to her and in fact to water it for a week or two...not looking so lucky now...

The pest control men are coming this afternoon and I can't find where Mr FD has hidden the cheque book. Well, it is so rarely used these days that he continually puts it somewhere where neither one of us can find it. I suppose I will have to use a credit card or run the gambit of termites and ants...ugghhhhhh

I have to go rip flesh off bones