Friday, 31 October 2008

P-Day minus 4 and counting.....

My parents land in 4 days.... at 2am precisely, to be precise. My brother booked the tickets, I shall say no more.

There is lots left to do. Of course. My car is a dust heap. My windows are spider-infested. I have no food worthy of presenting to the best cook in the world! Thankfully I had done the Big Spring Clean two weeks ago before I had the miracle cortisone injection into the pesky L4/5, that has actually made my back worse by a factor of ten. Consequently, I am having serious back issues right now and I'm not talking about overlooked magazines here.

Although a photographic magazine might be quite interested in the lovely (red) design on my back. Am fairly sure it could be classified as Art. It is quite stunning what a (hot) wheat pack can do to you when you are an over-enthusiastic type of person. The wheat pack is my constant (warming) companion and has left it's mark, indelibly, on my back.

I also specialise in Art first thing in the morning. Normally called 'getting dressed' has now risen to the higher echelons of Performance Art. I have perfected 'the smooth operator' and 'the prehensile toe movement', not to mention 'the knicker manoeuver'. Pure Art in Motion. Living Art.

Oh dear, what about my poor neglected feet? I have to wonder why I thought it could possibly be a good idea to put nail varnish on, because I surely can't take it off again. I may have to resort to a pedicure just to get my toe nails cut!

And so, I have resorted to taking pills. Pills are never good for me, their effects can be weird and wonderful and are never detailed on the packet. The word 'Soporific' comes to mind.... I just hope I am still awake at 2am to drive out to the aeroporto!

Wednesday, 29 October 2008

Reminder to "count your blessings"

I am in pain with my back. You might know this. Bulging disc, cortisone injection last Tuesday, wore off by Saturday, pain worse now than before the injection. Docs appointment Monday.

However, I have just seen an article on channel 9 commercial TV, (I never watch this, so it was a bit of luck that I fancied watching the news this morning and then stumbled across this article). A chap somewhere in Aus had a brain tumour, very young, both he and his wife thought he would die, he had a 15 month old baby and another child as well. Had an operation, successful thanks to Charlie Teo, and three years down the track is now in remission and fund raising for cancer research.

At the end of the interview, his wife said that it is a privilege to grow old. How right she is. It is a privilege to grow old and watch your children and your family around you mature and grow older themselves. So I will stop whinging about getting older and how much it sucks. I will count my blessings that all I have wrong with me is a bulging disc and not a whacking great brain tumour or worse!

Saturday, 25 October 2008

Archaic words

I am reading Three Men on the Bummel by Jerome K Jerome. Excellent book. So far I have learnt that "bummel" does NOT mean bicycle or even bicycle trip. Which is what I thought it must be. Three Men on a Boat - self evident, Three Men on the Bummel plus a picture of men on bicycles equals bummel; superseded word for "bike"? Wrong!

Bummel is a German word (am half German, therefore feel an affinity with German words - they must be in my genes somewhere, I always think, just waiting to burst out of me? One day, when the conditions are right, I will break into fluent German and surprise everyone around me. In the meantime, thank God for Google!) So, according to JK Jerome, a bummel:

"I should describe as a journey, long or short, without an end; the only thing regulating it being the necessity of getting back within a given time to the point from which one started. Sometimes it is through busy streets, and sometimes through the fields and lanes; sometimes we can be spared for a few hours, and sometimes for a few days. But long or short, but here or there, our thoughts are ever on the running of the sand. We nod and smile to many as we pass; with some we stop and talk awhile; and with a few we walk a little way. We have been much interested, and often a little tired. But on the whole we have had a pleasant time, and are sorry when it's over."

In other words "going bush" :o)

Another word in the same book that had me stumped until I got to trusty Google: camelopard [kuh-mel-uh-pahrd]. Any guesses? I thought old word for camel. Obvious. Interesting and quirky. Wrong! A camelopard is a GIRAFFE! The long (proper?) name for a giraffe is a Giraffa camelopardalis. A giraffe! Good Lord. Even better, is that the word "pardalis" means "leopard or panther". Camēlopardālis. Marvellous! That brings a certain picture to mind. Never again will I call a giraffe a giraffe! From now on it is a camelopard.

Tuesday, 21 October 2008

L4/5 Discs, not made the way they used to be!

I don't know, you just can't get quality goods nowadays! Here am I, a sprightly 27 (ahem) and my disc L4/5 is shot! What is the world coming to? Why was I fitted with a defective L4/5 in the first place is what I want to know. Surely a bit of extra cash or effort or some damn thing would have ensured a better quality? Shoddy workmanship! A Friday-arvo disc. "Stop work Lads! Down tools, time for a smoko"! Chuh!

So, today I went in to a very posh hospital (that the Goff said was a hotel and we were in the wrong place :o) for a cortisone injection into offending article in back. General anaesthetic. Lovely. Love those. Love the way you drift off to sleep - no choice in the matter, just Bammo! That creeping tiredness that comes over you just before you Bammo! is wonderful. And then the waking up, and the drifting off and waking up and drifting off and the waking up and the drifting off and the - yes, well, get the picture?

And nurses are lovely aren't they? Genuinely nice people. So gentle and kind. they give you tea and they smile at you and they pat your shoulder - so lovely. I felt quite a fraud though. No wound. No dressings. No pain!!!! Hello????!!!! Oh my GOD!!!! NO PAIN!!! Hahahahahahahaa HA! And now here I am at home, with the Goff cooking lovely meal and making cups of tea..... see what I mean? A complete fraud! Wonderful. He he!

Tuesday, 14 October 2008

Daylight Saving, I'll have some of that....

WA is notorious for being behind the times. Dragging its feet in the 19th Century, let alone the 20th. As for the 21st - what is that exactly? It hasn't arrived yet, oh no.

Well, except for mobile phones (of course), every second person you see has one glued to their ear. Well, they do in the City - if you go outside the metrop, there is no coverage. None. Whoopsie doodle! Similar to roads really - lots within the metrop, hardly any at all outside! When I first arrived here, I wanted to buy a map to get me around the state. I like maps, they are a work of art. I like to spacially orient myself by them, I like to browse them. Have never needed this one. If you want to go somewhere outside of Perth, you get on the one road that goes there and you stay on it. There's no getting lost. You might die of dehydration when your tyres burst because you can't phone anyone, but you're not lost!

So. There are a couple of ongoing issues. Shopping hours and daylight saving. The shops shut at 5pm. Supermarkets at 6pm and Bunnings at 9pm. Even the bottleo's shut at 8. Restaurants have been known to chuck patrons out at 9.30 and forget ordering a meal after 8.15 becasue the "kitchen is shut". Ho hum.

I like shopping. It's one of my favourite things to do. Not in that hurried-dash-to-the-shops-before-they-shut, kind off shopping, but the leisurely stroll after work sort. The "oh, lets go for a coffee and a browse through the book shops/boutiques/market" sort of shopping. Yes, well, unless the fancy strikes you on a Thursday, you're out of luck Chum!

Which brings me to daylight saving. I think (am not totally sure about this) but I think every state in Aus has daylight saving. Oh, silly me, except for WA, of course. At the moment we are on year three of a three year trial to see if we like it! And then we get to vote. That's a problem - the voting bit. Give people a choice and they go all ornery and vote "NO" to everything, just to be contrary, I'm sure of it. A couple of years ago there was a referendum for longer shopping hours.....we voted it out, no surprise there. Although actually, I was surprised, very surprised. I had assumed it was the "powers that be" that were being mid-19thC in their thinking. How could the modern working woman not want the convenience of shopping out of business hours? As opposed to when they were told they could go.... We do constitute 50% of the population I assume? Giving us 50% of the vote? Maybe not, the state-wide answer was a resounding "No". Amazing.

I suspect daylight saving will go the same way. We do love the colour of our curtains, that's the problem. Apparently curtains lose their colour in the extra hour of daylight that daylight saving gives you - I kid you not! And there is something to do with cows as well. They stop laying eggs or something.... egg-bound cows....not a good look! So this year will no doubt be the last year we get to have daylight right up to 8.30pm in midsummer. Shame innit, but there you go, at least the curtains will stay their nice vibrant colours and the egg supply will be assured.

Wednesday, 8 October 2008

Spring Ankles!

I am enjoying life at the moment. Spring has sprung and that's always good. It makes it a little hard to go into work, especially as my office is a windowless box, but nonetheless, the weather makes a big difference to my day. Lets face it, I'm a Brit in the paradise of Oz, of course I'm enjoying the weather. I always compare months, can't help myself :o) October for instance, is the equivalent of April in Blighty. April is pretty but still pretty chilly in Britland, in Oz, October is 25 degrees and the wildflowers are all out. The nights are still cool but the days are glorious. There are lots of people in the sea - not me, admittedly, but hey, soon! And we have 29 degrees forecast for later this week. Lovely jubbly! Good photo of Goffy in his Wildflower Shirt!

I am going to Weight Watchers and I can feel the difference in my body now. Its very nice. My trousers are sitting a bit lower on my hips. They are no longer "ankle freezers". I hate that. When I catch sight of myself and my damn trousers are too short! Don't get me wrong....I am quite attached to my ankles, they are always there - faithful things and they work. So nice having a bit of yourself that is reliable, but I really dont want to see them poking out from under the trouser line grinning at me! He he, look at us! Twinkle, twinkle, gleam!!!!