The Year 2011

The Year 2011.


And You Thought You Had A Bad Day…

And you thought you had a bad day…

Santa Naughty or Nice list

Naughty or Nice

  1. Didn’t sleep a wink – Mother has been visiting… & Real Estate agent ph’d nite before with really lousy offer on house…
  2. 7am just closing eye’s – ‘Are you awake’…
  3. Everything is damp, especially the floor which is very sticky as Peppermint has been using it as a urinal…  grrrr
  4. 9.30 ‘I want to go home’ … ‘Oh no hurry whenever your ready – handbag in hand.
  5. No time for shower – find my nose stud has decided to become infected… Arghhh
  6. Have permanent stress zit between my eyebrows…  pffft
  7. Starting to get another headache.
  8. Auto garage door falls of its track so I can’t open it… Add that to the broken tank pump, faulty cooktop and oven I now have to get fixed pronto…  Yikes!
  9. Car in garage.  grrrr
  10. Almost kill myself manually lifting door to get car out to… you guessed it – take mum home.
  11. Agent chooses this moment to arrive – I’m covered in dirt, grease & sweat…
  12. Decide to take lousy offer… pffft
  13. Now have just over 2 weeks to pack & move out – I’ve been sick for the past month… Gee this is going to be ‘fun’.
  14. Go for coffee on the way to mum’s – cake is stale…
  15. Head down to underground parking with trolley full of groceries – car is parked out front…
  16. Go to ‘Loot’ and spend too much money on ‘stuff’  – only 1 purple ‘thing’
  17. Finally remember to check mail box – find 3 very soggy xmas cards – now people think I’m a slack bitch…
  18. Walk into garage to check on door – dogs have used it as a toilet… Ok ok the yard IS very soggy and they’re very small dogs…
  19. After the ‘poo’ ordeal I walk into the lounge and in the half dark see something that looks like more of the former – but no as I get closer I notice VERY large body with lots of hairy legs all curled up in a ball (a big ball). So is it dead or just ‘playing’ dead… hmmm, what to do? Get dogs spring grip pooper scooper with razer sharp teeth (recently cleaned).
  20. Can’t find any insect repellent, so grab spray & wipe – antibacterial – and cautiously approach hopefully dead thing. Grab ‘thing’ with the teeth, race to garden bed through mud and chuck the thing as far as I can, run inside slamming the door behind me… Oh brother!
  21. Decide to at least use ‘instant’ carpet cleaner – can’t make it any worse… Find orange can in cleaning cupboard, spray half the rug before I realise it’s not foaming?? shake can and check label – spray craft glue so now I have a dirty, pee stained which is now completely sticky… Thank god I remembered I had 2 small cherry ripe bars under my pillow. Phew…
  22. Now 9pm and have no idea what to eat – have to feed the dogs, Peppermint is starting to whine.
  23. Go to turn the oven on to ‘reheat’ the leftovers – oven isn’t working again. Traipse through the garage once again to flick the power switch on again.
  24. If I read my stars and they say I should stay in bed today – I’m looking for the razor blades… *sob* .

So my shrink says I should keep a diary – I think this is a good start. Feeling quite good about myself (for the moment…)

I Had Been Hungry All the Years

Emily Dickinson

A Naiad by Waterhouse

My noon had come, to dine-
I, trembling, drew the table near
I had been hungry all the years

And touched the curious wine.

‘T was this on tables I had seen
When turning, hungry, lone,
I looked in windows, for the wealth
I could not hope to own.

I did not know the ample bread,
‘T was so unlike the crumb
The birds and I had often shared
In Nature’s dining-room.

The plenty hurt me, ‘t was so new,–
Myself felt ill and odd,
As berry of a mountain bush
Transplanted to the road.

Nor was I hungry; so I found
That hunger was a way
Of persons outside windows,
The entering takes away.



Beautiful photos and quotes on friendship. Solo piano music is titled Together from the album At Peace…

Be careful what you wish for.



Kubla Khan

Samuel Taylor Coleridge

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan
A stately pleasure-dome decree :
Where Alph, the sacred river, ran
Through caverns measureless to man
Down to a sunless sea.
So twice five miles of fertile ground
With walls and towers were girdled round :
And there were gardens bright with sinuous rills,
Where blossomed many an incense-bearing tree ;
And here were forests ancient as the hills,
Enfolding sunny spots of greenery.

But oh ! that deep romantic chasm which slanted
Down the green hill athwart a cedarn cover !
A savage place ! as holy and enchanted
As e’er beneath a waning moon was haunted
By woman wailing for her demon-lover !
And from this chasm, with ceaseless turmoil seething,
As if this earth in fast thick pants were breathing,
A mighty fountain momently was forced :
Amid whose swift half-intermitted burst
Huge fragments vaulted like rebounding hail,
Or chaffy grain beneath the thresher’s flail :
And ‘mid these dancing rocks at once and ever
It flung up momently the sacred river.
Five miles meandering with a mazy motion
Through wood and dale the sacred river ran,
Then reached the caverns measureless to man,
And sank in tumult to a lifeless ocean :
And ‘mid this tumult Kubla heard from far
Ancestral voices prophesying war !
The shadow of the dome of pleasure
Floated midway on the waves ;
Where was heard the mingled measure
From the fountain and the caves.
It was a miracle of rare device,
A sunny pleasure-dome with caves of ice !

A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw :
It was an Abyssinian maid,
And on her dulcimer she played,
Singing of Mount Abora.
Could I revive within me
Her symphony and song,
To such a deep delight ‘twould win me,
That with music loud and long,
I would build that dome in air,
That sunny dome ! those caves of ice !
And all who heard should see them there,
And all should cry, Beware ! Beware !
His flashing eyes, his floating hair !
Weave a circle round him thrice,
And close your eyes with holy dread,
For he on honey-dew hath fed,
And drunk the milk of Paradise.

So be careful what you wish for…  !!!

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