Strange days
24/08/2006 11:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaWhat a difference a day makes. Was bemoaning the fact that in recent times seemed to be suffering from a minor infestation of dementors in those ickle green cells. Circumstances are the same as ever and objectively speaking, the Izzie has it damned easy - only 30 hours a week of paid work and a very low maintenance lifestyle. While lacking in the silver sickles department, we still have lots of time and space to do what we want and a nice little garden to potter in and plant weeds. But still the twinkle was missing. The feeling of waking up looking forward to the day ahead. It would appear in little snippets but was increasingly fleeting short moments and then vanish at the slightest provocation.
Was particularly dreading Work on Wednesday - not just the early start but being allocated to the section from hell where most of the grumpiest, whiniest and bitchiest residents lurk. Especially as one of them the previous evening tried to ram the Izzie with his wheelchair while we were doing the evening tea round. Lucky the teapot on the top was empty (ended up using teabags and the water jugs) because the Izzie would have ended up wearing its contents as Pajero did a damned good job of shaking the tea trolley. It's not the first time he's tried this particular little trick either.
But due to the absence of one of the regulars who was replaced by an agency carer, the usual allocation was different and lucky Izzie ended up with only one of the nasties or zombies on our shower list. (There's 22 residents in this section and nine of them are nasties)
So, the day we were dreading turned out to be much better than expected and by 12pm, the Izzie was feeling positively cheerful and not drained or exhausted at all.
Hopped on the broomstick, scrubbed the scales and had a snooze in the garden. A most sunny day it was indeed too. Pottered off to the city around 4pm or so to pay those nasty council rates and to get our bottle for the evening (the cellar is bare except for stuff that's too good for everyday quaffing) Also had a fix of basmati rice and other goodies at our usual lurking grounds - the delicious Annalakshmi.
Intended to potter about in Cyberia later that evening but was too tired so curled up in the serpent basket early last night.
Today was a glorious sunny day. Woke at 9am and decides not to bother with the 9.40 bus but to wait until 10.40 instead. Had no desire to rush about like a headless chook and instead had a leisurely time lurking in the garden eating breakfast and gobbling oranges picked fresh off our tree. Decided that the weather was way too nice to bring Preciousss for walkies and would instead devote the day to slinking and sunning ourselves in the courtyard of our favorite lunatic asylum before dropping off some envelopes for the Potions Mistress
Packed a picnic and the remains last night's very tasty bottle and headed off to St B. Arrived at 11.30 or so and stayed until just before 3pm. Was hoping to listen to one our favorite radio programs but looks like Question Time was not on this week. Lazy buggers in Canberra must be taking a week off. Resisted the temptation to snatch a copy of the paper to drink with our coffee. Not at all appropriate to desecrate our sacred site reading that Murdoch rag. Not only that - can always read that and all the other papers during darkness in proper coffee shops. The Arts Centre is to be kept solely for reading Potters, squiggling in our green spiral notebook, writing to friendses or other worthwhile activities.
And today's was adding more squiggles to the quirky questions and eccentric exercises in search of the Grand Plan for the Izzie's existence.
Today's game of the day was the selection criteria for our Board of Directors - not just listing who is on it but the specific reasons why. Since 20 is a rather greedy and unmanageable number - decides it might be fun to have subcommittees for specific purposes so we came up with some categories "Movers and Shakers", "Sagacious Serpents", "Spirit Guides", "Enthusiastic Experts" and last but not least "Cuddly Pumpkins"
It's so funny - just thinking about the people you admire - real, imagined, historical or whatever - it's like feeding your soul with tasty morsels which is probably one of the purposes in the first place.
So slinked about until 3pm when it was time for Half Price Happy Hour at The Juicy Beetroot Cafe followed by that visit to the Potions Mistress. But it turns out that she had shut the shop. They've got themselves a bigger and better broom cupboard which is just as well because they are now getting lots of wholesale orders. And the new premises just happens to be less than a five minute slink from our favorite lunatic asylum.
It's just so so big and spacious and was like visiting Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. Izzie was most impressed indeed. They moved over last week and Liz is considering closing the shop down as it is more trouble than it's worth. Iz agrees and thinks she'd be far better off finding more wholesalers including the florist next door to the original shop. And there's no reason they cannot eventually sell stuff from their new place except that it's more off the beaten track.
At this stage, except for 6 weeks of sales receipts and the bills from one major supplier, the numbers are all in for the last financial year. Guessing that they'll just about break even which on the one hand is not bad for their first full year in business but bad in that these figures do not include the value of the time invested by the Potions Mistress and her partner in crime who have probably basically been working for nothing for those 12 months. But now they are getting snowed under with orders and it's still nowhere near Christmas yet so things just may be looking up.
Left there later than expected and decided it was too late for a coffee crawl before catching our bus at 6.45pm so would just buy a copy of today's local paper instead (will read the best bits of the Murdoch rag online) On the way back - got a sudden inspiration of visiting the car park toilet. Was most amused to discover that some one had left nothing other than a copy of that very same paper lying on the floor. Most delighted indeed. Killed two birds with the one stone. Funny - is little things like that which let you know that it's a lucky day and that things are going well. Could also tell when we got on the bus and there was two squealing little monsters on board but was able to screen out their squawking. The feeling of being surrounded by something warm and fuzzy and fairly impenetrable as well as a sense of not so much indifference but detachment is always a good sign. Such a pity than we have not yet mastered the art of invoking this state at will.
Will be interesting to see how long it lasts.
Was particularly dreading Work on Wednesday - not just the early start but being allocated to the section from hell where most of the grumpiest, whiniest and bitchiest residents lurk. Especially as one of them the previous evening tried to ram the Izzie with his wheelchair while we were doing the evening tea round. Lucky the teapot on the top was empty (ended up using teabags and the water jugs) because the Izzie would have ended up wearing its contents as Pajero did a damned good job of shaking the tea trolley. It's not the first time he's tried this particular little trick either.
But due to the absence of one of the regulars who was replaced by an agency carer, the usual allocation was different and lucky Izzie ended up with only one of the nasties or zombies on our shower list. (There's 22 residents in this section and nine of them are nasties)
So, the day we were dreading turned out to be much better than expected and by 12pm, the Izzie was feeling positively cheerful and not drained or exhausted at all.
Hopped on the broomstick, scrubbed the scales and had a snooze in the garden. A most sunny day it was indeed too. Pottered off to the city around 4pm or so to pay those nasty council rates and to get our bottle for the evening (the cellar is bare except for stuff that's too good for everyday quaffing) Also had a fix of basmati rice and other goodies at our usual lurking grounds - the delicious Annalakshmi.
Intended to potter about in Cyberia later that evening but was too tired so curled up in the serpent basket early last night.
Today was a glorious sunny day. Woke at 9am and decides not to bother with the 9.40 bus but to wait until 10.40 instead. Had no desire to rush about like a headless chook and instead had a leisurely time lurking in the garden eating breakfast and gobbling oranges picked fresh off our tree. Decided that the weather was way too nice to bring Preciousss for walkies and would instead devote the day to slinking and sunning ourselves in the courtyard of our favorite lunatic asylum before dropping off some envelopes for the Potions Mistress
Packed a picnic and the remains last night's very tasty bottle and headed off to St B. Arrived at 11.30 or so and stayed until just before 3pm. Was hoping to listen to one our favorite radio programs but looks like Question Time was not on this week. Lazy buggers in Canberra must be taking a week off. Resisted the temptation to snatch a copy of the paper to drink with our coffee. Not at all appropriate to desecrate our sacred site reading that Murdoch rag. Not only that - can always read that and all the other papers during darkness in proper coffee shops. The Arts Centre is to be kept solely for reading Potters, squiggling in our green spiral notebook, writing to friendses or other worthwhile activities.
And today's was adding more squiggles to the quirky questions and eccentric exercises in search of the Grand Plan for the Izzie's existence.
Today's game of the day was the selection criteria for our Board of Directors - not just listing who is on it but the specific reasons why. Since 20 is a rather greedy and unmanageable number - decides it might be fun to have subcommittees for specific purposes so we came up with some categories "Movers and Shakers", "Sagacious Serpents", "Spirit Guides", "Enthusiastic Experts" and last but not least "Cuddly Pumpkins"
It's so funny - just thinking about the people you admire - real, imagined, historical or whatever - it's like feeding your soul with tasty morsels which is probably one of the purposes in the first place.
So slinked about until 3pm when it was time for Half Price Happy Hour at The Juicy Beetroot Cafe followed by that visit to the Potions Mistress. But it turns out that she had shut the shop. They've got themselves a bigger and better broom cupboard which is just as well because they are now getting lots of wholesale orders. And the new premises just happens to be less than a five minute slink from our favorite lunatic asylum.
It's just so so big and spacious and was like visiting Willy Wonka's Chocolate Factory. Izzie was most impressed indeed. They moved over last week and Liz is considering closing the shop down as it is more trouble than it's worth. Iz agrees and thinks she'd be far better off finding more wholesalers including the florist next door to the original shop. And there's no reason they cannot eventually sell stuff from their new place except that it's more off the beaten track.
At this stage, except for 6 weeks of sales receipts and the bills from one major supplier, the numbers are all in for the last financial year. Guessing that they'll just about break even which on the one hand is not bad for their first full year in business but bad in that these figures do not include the value of the time invested by the Potions Mistress and her partner in crime who have probably basically been working for nothing for those 12 months. But now they are getting snowed under with orders and it's still nowhere near Christmas yet so things just may be looking up.
Left there later than expected and decided it was too late for a coffee crawl before catching our bus at 6.45pm so would just buy a copy of today's local paper instead (will read the best bits of the Murdoch rag online) On the way back - got a sudden inspiration of visiting the car park toilet. Was most amused to discover that some one had left nothing other than a copy of that very same paper lying on the floor. Most delighted indeed. Killed two birds with the one stone. Funny - is little things like that which let you know that it's a lucky day and that things are going well. Could also tell when we got on the bus and there was two squealing little monsters on board but was able to screen out their squawking. The feeling of being surrounded by something warm and fuzzy and fairly impenetrable as well as a sense of not so much indifference but detachment is always a good sign. Such a pity than we have not yet mastered the art of invoking this state at will.
Will be interesting to see how long it lasts.
