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Monday, May 21, 2018

May 21. Day 141. You might as well laugh



 It has taken me a number of years - I think it might be three - to get around to calling the Miele service department to have my combined microwave/over fixed. We have another oven and another microwave so it wasn't deemed urgent... and my experience of waiting for repair people to turn up isn't good. But this is the year I plan to do all the jobs I've been putting off so I  bit the bullet. Naturally you have to be home for a full four hours to await their visit. Visit one diagnosed the problem. Visit two was to have fixed the problem but ovens need two hinges and they only ordered one ... but the sparking bit was fixed so go right ahead and use it. I did. It's still sparking. Visit three was to be today - some time after 12. At 12.52pm I get a message that there's no part so no visit today. I call back to reschedule but the person I need to speak to is "away from her desk". She'll call back. She still hasn't. I've rearranged my life three times to be here to wait for servicemen and still the microwave/oven combo thing doesn't work. This is why I give up. But as I sat in the kitchen and waited I did get to see the kookaburra sitting on the back deck laughing at me. That's something, I guess. I'll keep you posted.

Sunday, May 20, 2018

May 20. Day 140. Pawfect day out



They say insanity is hereditary - you get it from your kids. My particular brand of crazy, well the one relevant to today's discussion, comes from my fur kids. I'm a self-confessed Crazy Dog Lady. It helps to know you are not alone. This is where the Million Paws Walk comes in. At one level this is a fund raiser for the RSPCA. But at another level it shows we are not alone. Being crazy about dogs is a wide-spread thing. These people are my tribe. This is a space where dressing your fur babies is celebrated. This is where carrying your dog in a handbag, a backpack or a pram barely raises an eyebrow. These are people who don't give a second thought to letting their dog share an ice cream or drink from a water bubbler. These are people who know dogs are people. So my "people" and I walked the 3.5 kilometres and then in keeping with the dogs are people philosophy, we all went home to bed.









Saturday, May 19, 2018

May 19. Day 139. In a flap


I still have a reference in which I was described as "unflappable under pressure". I was much younger then. Actually, I consider myself to be a juggler but I have a finite number of balls I can keep in the air. One more than that and I don't just drop that one ball but all of them. The unflappable Susan Hetherington is flapping about aimlessly. That version of me made an appearance today. That version of me turned up to a theatrical performance at the wrong venue. I went to the Redcliffe Cultural Centre. I missed the bit where they now have a new venue. Of course I was cutting really fine as it was. The most flappable Susan Hetherington had lost her car keys and taken the wrong turn near the Deagon Deviation. But I managed to convince myself that luck was now on my side. There were parks outside the venue ... lots of parks....lots and lots of park. Finally it hit me. There were far too many carparks for a matinee to be on - at least at that venue.
Perhaps I had the date wrong. Google showed right date, wrong place. So while the show must go on, it wasn't going to go on for me. I needed to cool my head before the journey home.  There's a lovely parkland area just at the end of the street from the centre. I knew that from past visits. It's central feature is a large and well populated pond. This is a chilling spot. I walked down. The birds put on a performance. It wasn't the type of performance I thought I'd signed up for but a performance just the same. Better than nothing.













Friday, May 18, 2018

May 18. Day 138. Mind playing tricks on you





 Do you ever get a feeling that you are trapped in the game that is life?
Do you ever think you are playing without knowing the rules or that the rules you are playing by aren't the ones everyone else knows?
That it's two steps forward and three steps back, that there are more snakes than ladders?
I've had a day like that. I'm not sure if it is my turn. I'm not sure what move I should make. I have a scary suspicion that the game will end in a stalemate or worse no matter what my move.
All of these things are swirling around my head as I prepare for bed. Perhaps this is why Mind Games that I saw as part of the Anywhere Theatre Festival struck a chord.
I can't exactly say what it was "about" and I sure as hell can't say what it "meant". But I do know it was two people trapped with each other for so long that where one started and the other ended became blurred. They played Connect 4 but the concept of ever winning or losing was lost - it was just a never ending cycle of patterns and coloured dots.
I hope the dots in this game line up. I rather fear they won't. To mix a metaphor. The die has been cast. Your move.

May 17. Day 137. The wheels of government


 I still haven't decided whether the architects responsible for Brisbane's Tower of Power sadly missed season 2 of How I Met You Mother or whether the building is a tribute to the sit-com. Episode 6 of season 2 is all about designs for a new bank building. The plans put up by Hammond Druthers, a legend at least in his own mind, resemble a giant penis. He can't see it. "That's ridiculous," he says "There's no way this majestic tower can be confused with the male organ of love."
If only someone had challenged the 1 William Street designers, we might have a giant phallic symbol on our skyline.
I don't think the irony of having all the politicians based in that building is lost on anyone.
Perhaps one day I will come to love it. I doubt it.
I remember when the Arbour went in. It was bland, cold and ugly. I had no vision. Seeing now in its bougainvillea-covered glory and I admit the architects were right.
 It is a thing to behold. And I love the Wheel of Brisbane on the skyline too. It was meant to be temporary. I hope it stays. We need something to balance the penis building.

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

May 16. Day 136. Having a spray



Fun fact. I do not have a crystal ball. If I did I would put it to good use and find out Saturday's Gold Lotto numbers but alas I'm left guessing like everyone else.
Apparently there are those that think my crystal ball is polished and ready. I had just arrived at Roma Street Parklands with the dogs when the phone rang. It was an electrical contractor at my place saying that due to the recent installation of solar panels they needed to do work. And I needed to be home to let them in to turn off the power. I said I could probably be there within a hour. The bloke protested asking me to make it in 30 minutes because under the AEMC they were obliged to complete the work in a set time window. At this point I let the bloke have a spray. "So", I said "Does this Australian Energy Market Commission require that you actually notify people when you are going to turn up."
He admitted that was probably also an obligation. So I pretty much said I wasn't about to drop what I was doing to rush home to prevent a breach given there was already one. I would make an effort but not a very big one. We left it at that. he called back. He's spoken to his supervisor and found out that as I hadn't been notified the appointment was off. Being there was a breach. The big energy retailers don't always do what they are supposed to, he said. When you are big things can get lost in the system, he said. When you are big you can come to think you can do what you like, I interpreted. Well not today and not with this little black duck. The dogs and I went back to walking.


Tuesday, May 15, 2018

May 15. Day 135. Keep off the grass

 Who ever said diets were die with a t got it right. Diets really, really suck. I've now been on a whole Lite n Easy thing for about three months and I'm pretty sure all I've lost is the will to live. Soul destroying really. Some people like to eat raw grains and fresh greens. I am not that person. I think out teeth give us a clue as to why we shouldn't be eating like a bird. The incisors are to cut, the canines to tear, the molars to crush. If lettuce was the end game, that would all seem like gross overkill. To be fair to Lite and Easy it isn't all salads. But as a girl who never met a carbohydrate I didn't like, it's not as satisfying as I would like.
It's better than it could be but it could be a steaming bowl of hot chips and it is not. Return to point one. Eating grass is for the birds. Diets are die with a T