As my train pulled out of Newtown station, a hard rain and hail suddenly appeared from the sky.
I texted my mum to pick me up from Stanmore station - a luxury! When the rain cleared and I arrived home though, Marley greeted me on the doorstop with a sodden coat, a reproachful look, and stained paws from eating wet cat biscuits. Poor darling had to have a bath.
I picked her up and carried her to the shower stall where she was locked until I gathered a bucket of warm water and a rag. There’s not much sadder than a trapped, wet, cold cat who simultaneously blames you for her condition and expects that naturally, you should set her free.
I did manage to sponge her off with the warm rag. Then towel dry her with my floor towel. Poor darling is currently stalking around the house looking almost pouty.
Oh - I forgot to mention - Trafalgar St was so flooded that Wheely Bins started to float away!
February 26, 2008
I went ice skating last night! Of course I fell on my patella. <pout>. I did also manage to stand upright and skate along at several points. Yay! If you like the hot hot hot look of a terrified rabbit in a spotlight, then Anna skating was “Sex on Ice”.
I didn’t manage to make it to my mad picnic, though.
I spent most of Saturday in the sun painting a tall stool (no, not a poo as my mum understood). I’m transforming it from black vinyl to purple seat and yellow legs to match the interior of my apartment. The painting made me feel all lovely and creative. Its a feeling that I’ve missed.
Marley absented herself from my life for 24 hours over the weekend. I finally found her playing “jungle girl” in a special hiding spot in the neighbor’s grass. She pounced on me, raaaaar!
Today at Sydney uni, I thought I saw a thinner, sportier, happier version of Souvarine. Fucking freaky. He walked past me, and I almost turned an followed him. Am I losing it, or what?
February 24, 2008
I just passed a man in the hall who looked like he had been carved out of hair.
This is not an uncommon occurance.
February 18, 2008
Yeah, something else I forgot to recommend: the rough-sponge depression cure. Kal tought me this one, and it works real good.
When you are down, do the following:
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lie down, taking off as many clothes as you can
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ask your special friend to grab a clean scourer (the silver and gold ones are great)
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ask them to gently (or not so gently) rub all over you with it
The scrubbing stimulates blood flow, and the scratching actually stops your brain from focusing on how wretched you’re feeling.
February 18, 2008
A few things I’d like to recommend to y’all
Ginger tea
Just grate frozen or fresh ginger into boiled water. Add honey. Add green tea if you like. Lovely ginger high.
Having a cat
Miss Marley is a lovely girl. Miao. She is there for me when I need her (in her own way - which includes a physical presence more than an emotional one).
As the lady who cared for Marley while I was between homes said, “pets keep you human”. She keeps me wanting to come home, to get up and working to buy her food. She’s my little princess.
Pickles
Indian pickles. Lime pickle, hot mango pickle, sweet mango chutney, chilli jam. Having these contrasting sweet and sours with plain yogurt or philidephia cheese. Fuck yeah.
Non-commitment
Avoid disappointment, just say “I’ll think about it”, or “yeah, hopefully I’ll make it”.
The chopper
Last weekend, I got excited into buying a funny chopping device. Its a little cylindrical hopper, that has a pogo-ing set of blades on top of it. Onions. Peel the onion, put it in, and vent your fury for about 10 seconds buy bashing on the top. Diced fucking onions. I barely believe it. Wow. Consumerism works for once.
Craft
I’m making a lampshade for my new secondhand lamp. Papier mache with impasto medium and acrylic paint.
February 17, 2008
Walking into the gym the other day, I actually saw a woman in the change rooms pouring the contents of a red wine bottle into her water bottle. Then she skipped merrily off to do a workout.
My thought process went something like “What?”, “Should I tell someone, that’s an OHS issue”, “Who would I tell?”, I hope I remember what she looks like so I can avoid exercising next to her”.
What would Jesus do? What would Buffy do? What would you do?
February 16, 2008
It always takes me a few days before I can recover my senses after a work trip. Damn.
February 14, 2008
Anais Nin reported when she underwent psychoanalysis that she had less of a desire to dress ostentatiously. I am feeling a similar lack of need to blog about my feelings. It always happens when I am feeling better, my diaries suddenly go unfilled and then I later find myself scouring for answers as to what went wrong. But the answers aren’t there.
I believe that I should make efforts to keep blogging. I need the record, if for nothing else, then for my memoir. Tee hee! My life, so interesting to thee.
I have betrayed my mother. I talked about her in my psych sessions. I talked about how we relate, and the mother / daughter relationship we’ve wrought. Funnily enough, these talks have made me approach our relationship in a different way, with a lighter touch, perhaps. What will I talk about next week? I think it will be love. Kalypso and Kate…Souvarine (whom I have missed terribly of late); letting go, hanging on, continuity, and platonic love of my cat. Miao.
Tonight I spent the evening snuggling, giggling and confiding with Moonbeam, Magical Moonbeam! Life, loves, bipolar, sex, meds, community and queeritude. So nice to nibble noodles and nuzzle with a friend.
I went to the GP today, and “yay!” no STDs for Anna! She asked how my BP is going, and I was happy to say “very well”. I am finding that going to the gym is working, and I’m going to start with my sister’s personal trainer (who is a very sweet person, oh yes). I am boxing, cycling, treading on the treadmill and doing weights. I feel amazing.
It looks up.
February 9, 2008
