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The Worst Witch
23/06/2006 09:47 pmWas supposed to be counting beans tonight but just could not be bothered. Was even too lazy to go to our usual Friday morning public speaking group. But since the topic got changed from "A mock wedding" to a boring commitee meeting, the snoozebasket on a wintry morning looked infinitely more inviting. But there was another more altruistic reason - well, that's Izzie's excuse and we are sticking to it.
Been quite cranky since midday on Tuesday. Just sort of came out of nowhere. It comes and goes but certain situations seem to aggravate it more than others - loud high pitched noises, noises of any sort really and crowded places with lots of humans. Oh and the smell of cigarettes. Got to figuring - along with the smidgeon of a sore throat and headaches when confronted with those offending noises, seems most likely indeed that the Izzie is in the process of catching a cold but it has not quite made a proper appearance.
So, Thursday started with the original intention of getting up at 8am and catching the 9.40 bus to Fremantle - arriving just in time to comfortably waddle up to our usual haunt and get ourselves a coffee and be sitting in the sunshine to hear the latest episode on the radio of Elizabeth Wynhausen's "Dirt Cheap" (good book - will post about it later but we thinks that she's a bit of a wimp) Would potter around for Question Time before heading off to Juicy Beetroot Happy Hour and sunset at South Beach.
But felt so groggy and snoozy that these plans got dumped and delayed. Listened to Lizzie at the Lair instead and got the 11.10 bus and arrived in the Garden of Arcane Delights just in time for our fix of Reichstag Radio.
Never did mention that there's been musical beds at the nursing home and the newest Diva of Dementors has been moved from the hostel to the high care end where Izzie works. That was on Tuesday - oh God - our face dropped when we set eyes on misery personified - felt like rushing right away to the kitchen and sticking that serpent skull in the gas oven. But in spite of her, turned out to be a very good night.
Both Tuesday and Wednesday were rather cold and when Izzie came home, did not immediately jump into the shower to scrub the scales but delayed it until morning instead.
Since feeling so much chirpier and cheerful after Thursday morning's shower - began to have the sneaking suspicion that maybe our evening showers had been serving other purposes than simply getting all squeaky clean.
Neglecting this ritual maybe meant being infested with the demented doominess all night.
It was so so nice to wash all that grumpiness out of our hair - well at least until we set ears on the first squealing beastie in the gardens. So, it had not worked. This was certainly confirmed when venturing into the shops. It's sillly being so sensitive and susceptible to such insignificant stimuli. The previous Thursday was noted for being exactly the opposite where nothing seemed to bother us at all - like we had scales of teflon. Now the trick is to learn how to keep the bug repellant shields and teflon coatings working all the time and not just randomly. But there seems to be something with this business of washing our work right out of our hair.
When not listening to the Prime Mendacious slinking his way out of yet more questions and Sir Smirkalot the Treasurer in his cold Canberra flat curling up with Mark Latham in bed (Mr L was an ex leader of the opposition and object of derision (or is it desire?)for the local liberals)the Iz was rereading the wonderful "Wild Witchcraft" by Marion Green
It was before the shops that we visited juicy b and got our fix of munchies. The usual rice, lentils and curry but also some cute little critters called kofta which looked like meatballs in tomato sauce. Simply scrummy. Not as spicy as felafel but sort of similar - brown on the outside but yellow on the inside. Asked the folks behind the counter if there's chickpeas in them and they said it's mainly cauliflower with besan flour as a binding agent. Yesss. Pretty little chickies. Is there anything you can't do with this yummie stuff. Discovered only recently that besan (ground chickpea) flour is also the secret ingredient in pakoras which is another of our favorite munchies.
Did have our sunset picnic by the beach but by then was most agitated and freaky indeed. Funny - not just the solstice stuff - but we suspect that it is the need to find some way of reliably invoking defences against dementors that has this serpent snooping.
Intending to get around to writing a longish post on this stuff - because some of these books are silly beyond belief - most in fact - but have come across two that are simply excellent. The latest is full of interesting tales interwoven with the personal journey of the writer in discovering this strange spiritual path. Dodgy title Apprentice to Power- sounds like something you'd find on the shelves in Percy Weasley's library but it's a damned good book - written by someone with a bit of brains who does not lurk with the pink and fluffy fairies and unicorns sorts. And being a male - most unusual in Wiccan circles - he doesn't spend all day drooling in anticipation of his mystical moontime.
On Sunday night, Radio National will be doing a program about the sacred texts of Taoism so the Izzie will be all ears (will have to make do with the repeat on Monday at 9pm) so it will be interesting to compare. From our limited knowledge - there does seem to be similarities - sort of like shamanism and mysticism.
Been quite cranky since midday on Tuesday. Just sort of came out of nowhere. It comes and goes but certain situations seem to aggravate it more than others - loud high pitched noises, noises of any sort really and crowded places with lots of humans. Oh and the smell of cigarettes. Got to figuring - along with the smidgeon of a sore throat and headaches when confronted with those offending noises, seems most likely indeed that the Izzie is in the process of catching a cold but it has not quite made a proper appearance.
So, Thursday started with the original intention of getting up at 8am and catching the 9.40 bus to Fremantle - arriving just in time to comfortably waddle up to our usual haunt and get ourselves a coffee and be sitting in the sunshine to hear the latest episode on the radio of Elizabeth Wynhausen's "Dirt Cheap" (good book - will post about it later but we thinks that she's a bit of a wimp) Would potter around for Question Time before heading off to Juicy Beetroot Happy Hour and sunset at South Beach.
But felt so groggy and snoozy that these plans got dumped and delayed. Listened to Lizzie at the Lair instead and got the 11.10 bus and arrived in the Garden of Arcane Delights just in time for our fix of Reichstag Radio.
Never did mention that there's been musical beds at the nursing home and the newest Diva of Dementors has been moved from the hostel to the high care end where Izzie works. That was on Tuesday - oh God - our face dropped when we set eyes on misery personified - felt like rushing right away to the kitchen and sticking that serpent skull in the gas oven. But in spite of her, turned out to be a very good night.
Both Tuesday and Wednesday were rather cold and when Izzie came home, did not immediately jump into the shower to scrub the scales but delayed it until morning instead.
Since feeling so much chirpier and cheerful after Thursday morning's shower - began to have the sneaking suspicion that maybe our evening showers had been serving other purposes than simply getting all squeaky clean.
Neglecting this ritual maybe meant being infested with the demented doominess all night.
It was so so nice to wash all that grumpiness out of our hair - well at least until we set ears on the first squealing beastie in the gardens. So, it had not worked. This was certainly confirmed when venturing into the shops. It's sillly being so sensitive and susceptible to such insignificant stimuli. The previous Thursday was noted for being exactly the opposite where nothing seemed to bother us at all - like we had scales of teflon. Now the trick is to learn how to keep the bug repellant shields and teflon coatings working all the time and not just randomly. But there seems to be something with this business of washing our work right out of our hair.
When not listening to the Prime Mendacious slinking his way out of yet more questions and Sir Smirkalot the Treasurer in his cold Canberra flat curling up with Mark Latham in bed (Mr L was an ex leader of the opposition and object of derision (or is it desire?)for the local liberals)the Iz was rereading the wonderful "Wild Witchcraft" by Marion Green
It was before the shops that we visited juicy b and got our fix of munchies. The usual rice, lentils and curry but also some cute little critters called kofta which looked like meatballs in tomato sauce. Simply scrummy. Not as spicy as felafel but sort of similar - brown on the outside but yellow on the inside. Asked the folks behind the counter if there's chickpeas in them and they said it's mainly cauliflower with besan flour as a binding agent. Yesss. Pretty little chickies. Is there anything you can't do with this yummie stuff. Discovered only recently that besan (ground chickpea) flour is also the secret ingredient in pakoras which is another of our favorite munchies.
Did have our sunset picnic by the beach but by then was most agitated and freaky indeed. Funny - not just the solstice stuff - but we suspect that it is the need to find some way of reliably invoking defences against dementors that has this serpent snooping.
Intending to get around to writing a longish post on this stuff - because some of these books are silly beyond belief - most in fact - but have come across two that are simply excellent. The latest is full of interesting tales interwoven with the personal journey of the writer in discovering this strange spiritual path. Dodgy title Apprentice to Power- sounds like something you'd find on the shelves in Percy Weasley's library but it's a damned good book - written by someone with a bit of brains who does not lurk with the pink and fluffy fairies and unicorns sorts. And being a male - most unusual in Wiccan circles - he doesn't spend all day drooling in anticipation of his mystical moontime.
On Sunday night, Radio National will be doing a program about the sacred texts of Taoism so the Izzie will be all ears (will have to make do with the repeat on Monday at 9pm) so it will be interesting to compare. From our limited knowledge - there does seem to be similarities - sort of like shamanism and mysticism.
