A Tug of War
30/09/2009 09:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIzzie has been up and down like a yo yo all over the place. Here's hoping we can end the craziness at the stroke of midnight. Even in Oz, October is one of Izzie's favorite months. The light is still reasonably delicate by Oz standards, the days not too short or too long and not horrid and hot like so often from November onwards. But most importantly, all the pretty little critters are blooming and blossoming everywhere. At the moment the main stars are the wattles, orange blossoms and cute macadamia catkins
Slowly but surely working out what the triggers to the madness are. Bags and buses are by far the worst offenders. Or it's more correct to say that they are most likely to be triggers when Izzie slinks from boom and bloom into the doom and gloom phase.
Had just about the whole week of holidays and a special day saved for the happy Hippie greenie garden festival ruined due to this uncontrollable neurotic streak
It was funny. One of the worst days of all was Thursday 17th. Started out perfectly fine sitting out in the garden in the sun sniffing the orange blossoms. It was the bus to Fremantle that marked the transition from calm to downright loopy and crazy. Not just the bat out of hell driving and constant slamming of the brakes but the silly Izzie swipe card making cranky noises at the end of the trip. Getting a constant loud red beep saying try again 3 or 4 times in a row when there's a bunch of other critters also waiting to swipe their cards and get off too was enough to evoke instant paranoia, panic stations and claustrophobia.
At this stage, the pesky red lightseses have almost become an omen and a self fulfilling prophecy of doom
There was just the constant drip drip of seemingly insignificant things and minor irritations crowned by unexpected rain while sitting near the plane trees in the garden of the old lunatic asylum just about to squiggle in the green spiral notebook and drool for the first time over a dark gloomy gorgeous new deck of tarot cards.
Lucky they copped no more than a drop or two but since the exact same thing happened in the same garden two weeks previously, the Izzie was getting seriously spooked out
After another bus ride from hell with the critters in the bottle shop trying to overcharge and short change this serpent, slinked back to the lair sulking too miserable to even drown the sorrows and just curled up in the serpent basket for the night at the ridiculous hour of 8pm
No point in slinking in Cyberia. Such a sad mental state would just encourage a convention of every egg timer and spinning beachball in the known universe.
But there was still the minor matter of Friday morning. Was rostered on at the weekly public speaking group to do a five minute speech on the topic of "Tug of War"
Was absolutely and totally brain dead and totally uninspired. But the serpent also has a policy of always turning up and doing a speech if the name is on the list. Of course, with such a run of luck, it would be quite likely to either miss the bus or get run over by it on the way but if this did not happen, would need to be prepared
So determined that this would not be the day to play the Chicken card (turning up and requesting not to do the speech due to lack of inspiration, preparation or whatever) it was a case of summoning the absent muse for inspiration
And that is exactly what Izzie did. With the topic being "Tug of War" why not talk about the war in the serpent skull between the gloomy doomy miserable inner Vernon Dursley who likes to ruin everything and the wise, fun loving crazy inner serpent that is Izzie.
Dursley is the one who makes you miss the bus by two seconds and then when you finally do get one, it's red lights and traffic jams all the way
It was quite funny. Not only did the audience love it but the critic did too. Loved the bit where he said that he got all green lights on the way to the meeting that morning so his inner Izzie must have been out and about. (especially as we hadn't even mentioned that characteristic of the inner serpent - he just inferred the opposite from those dreadful Dursleyish red lights)
In some strange way, the more specific you are about your own quirks and craziness, the more universal you are to others. They are probably thinking that they are the only one who also has to juggle such crazy critters inside their heads and it is a relief to know they are not alone
And not a single one of them realized that apart from the general structure of the main idea, the whole speech was improvised on the spot
Even got awarded the Stirrers' Spoon for the most stirring speech of the day
But that wasn't enough to scare old Vernon away entirely. He lingered about the whole week and did not leave until the following Thursday.
Then things went the opposite way. All green lights and good luck and last Friday even got presented with the certificate for completing the intermediate speaking program - the one where ditzy disorganized Izzie managed to lose the signing sheet for a good 3 years or so. But got there in the end.
Here's hoping Izzie will still be the boss tomorrow and Friday. Will be going to the Royal Show on Friday and it's not the sort of place where a puritanical claustrophobic grumpy miserable Dursley is welcome.
Slowly but surely working out what the triggers to the madness are. Bags and buses are by far the worst offenders. Or it's more correct to say that they are most likely to be triggers when Izzie slinks from boom and bloom into the doom and gloom phase.
Had just about the whole week of holidays and a special day saved for the happy Hippie greenie garden festival ruined due to this uncontrollable neurotic streak
It was funny. One of the worst days of all was Thursday 17th. Started out perfectly fine sitting out in the garden in the sun sniffing the orange blossoms. It was the bus to Fremantle that marked the transition from calm to downright loopy and crazy. Not just the bat out of hell driving and constant slamming of the brakes but the silly Izzie swipe card making cranky noises at the end of the trip. Getting a constant loud red beep saying try again 3 or 4 times in a row when there's a bunch of other critters also waiting to swipe their cards and get off too was enough to evoke instant paranoia, panic stations and claustrophobia.
At this stage, the pesky red lightseses have almost become an omen and a self fulfilling prophecy of doom
There was just the constant drip drip of seemingly insignificant things and minor irritations crowned by unexpected rain while sitting near the plane trees in the garden of the old lunatic asylum just about to squiggle in the green spiral notebook and drool for the first time over a dark gloomy gorgeous new deck of tarot cards.
Lucky they copped no more than a drop or two but since the exact same thing happened in the same garden two weeks previously, the Izzie was getting seriously spooked out
After another bus ride from hell with the critters in the bottle shop trying to overcharge and short change this serpent, slinked back to the lair sulking too miserable to even drown the sorrows and just curled up in the serpent basket for the night at the ridiculous hour of 8pm
No point in slinking in Cyberia. Such a sad mental state would just encourage a convention of every egg timer and spinning beachball in the known universe.
But there was still the minor matter of Friday morning. Was rostered on at the weekly public speaking group to do a five minute speech on the topic of "Tug of War"
Was absolutely and totally brain dead and totally uninspired. But the serpent also has a policy of always turning up and doing a speech if the name is on the list. Of course, with such a run of luck, it would be quite likely to either miss the bus or get run over by it on the way but if this did not happen, would need to be prepared
So determined that this would not be the day to play the Chicken card (turning up and requesting not to do the speech due to lack of inspiration, preparation or whatever) it was a case of summoning the absent muse for inspiration
And that is exactly what Izzie did. With the topic being "Tug of War" why not talk about the war in the serpent skull between the gloomy doomy miserable inner Vernon Dursley who likes to ruin everything and the wise, fun loving crazy inner serpent that is Izzie.
Dursley is the one who makes you miss the bus by two seconds and then when you finally do get one, it's red lights and traffic jams all the way
It was quite funny. Not only did the audience love it but the critic did too. Loved the bit where he said that he got all green lights on the way to the meeting that morning so his inner Izzie must have been out and about. (especially as we hadn't even mentioned that characteristic of the inner serpent - he just inferred the opposite from those dreadful Dursleyish red lights)
In some strange way, the more specific you are about your own quirks and craziness, the more universal you are to others. They are probably thinking that they are the only one who also has to juggle such crazy critters inside their heads and it is a relief to know they are not alone
And not a single one of them realized that apart from the general structure of the main idea, the whole speech was improvised on the spot
Even got awarded the Stirrers' Spoon for the most stirring speech of the day
But that wasn't enough to scare old Vernon away entirely. He lingered about the whole week and did not leave until the following Thursday.
Then things went the opposite way. All green lights and good luck and last Friday even got presented with the certificate for completing the intermediate speaking program - the one where ditzy disorganized Izzie managed to lose the signing sheet for a good 3 years or so. But got there in the end.
Here's hoping Izzie will still be the boss tomorrow and Friday. Will be going to the Royal Show on Friday and it's not the sort of place where a puritanical claustrophobic grumpy miserable Dursley is welcome.
