11th June 2010 (Friday)

I really must try and pop something onto here each day… it’s just it gets so dreadfully samey. Well you know what daily life is – well unless you’re a real hardcore nutcase you just don’t have inspiring stuff to say every day. Well… that’s just not sporting coming from someone who’s pretending to ‘write’ but I have to admit some days simply don’t feel inspiring. Inspirational. Perhaps it’s the cold that’s settling in about the knees these days, deadening. Perhaps if I get a blanket…. Hm.. not so sure. Perhaps I should have chosen a larger one than the old white infant blanket lying on the top of the pile. It’s chilly. I wonder, what’s the connection between the ambient temperature, the temperature of the knees, and the metabolism of the brain and emotional state as connected to literary efforts. I’m sure there’s a breakthrough waiting to be made somewhere there. You could market ‘Novel-Duster Knee-Bags’ or ‘End-of Story Stockings’. Like those eternal “akai berry and colon cleanse” ads that incessantly leer out of every corner on the internet these days. So alarming as they inevitably involve totally unsolicited pictures of flabby white stomach flesh at the most inappropriate moments – which is, any time at all. Do these afflict everyone, or is there something special about my browser? And if so, how can I kill them off? They’re everywhere… I swear I was clicking on ‘dictionary.com’ the other day and well whaddaya know there’s an advert for the eternal akai berry… oh here we go again, more stomach flab, no, I REALLY do NOT want to see, hear or think, please do go away, all I was looking up was … well I’ve quite forgotten in the horrified recollection of flubber.


While opening up Dictionary.com just now in an effort to recollect, somehow managed to stumble across some Japanese You Tube scraps of an old comic strip I used to like called ‘Tokimeki Tonight’ – astonished to see traces of it still around and still more astonished to see that it was made into an animation AND that it’s utterly old hat…. Well of course it would be, must be 20 years of if it’s a day but did make me feel even more like something unearthed from a bronze-age burial site than I was a few moments ago. Ah how invigorating. I think I’ll just go and admire my rapidly-whitening temples for a minute or too to cap off the experience.

Oh, by the by – many thanks for the comments to all – and NOO don’t worry Pie – of course roaches are everywhere, they always are, in the walls, under the house, it’s never going to change. As long as you have the food put away and stuff wiped up, they’ll stick to more fertile ground and generally leave one be – that’s the most one can hope for. ‘Course regular discreet pesticides are a necessary evil, but mainly they just co-exist. Don’t worry about it too much. All seems to be going pretty well over there, glad to hear about Nea’s school prospects, I’m sure she’ll soon take over the principal’s job and apply the cane pretty rigorously to misbehaving students.

Can’t believe I’ve actually said NOTHING so far. Hum. We went to see a very nice house on Thursday night, plus one in the morning… the one in the morning was OK but didn’t grip us by the testicles and shake us, and the one in the evening was reasonably gripping but it’s going on auction on the 26th and we’re not ready yet – plus it’s going to be too expensive. Also it’s reasonably far from the school (doable, but not close). Yesterday Littles had Lillian round again, and today it was Sophie. Tee hee…. I was relatively prepared for them today, got their plates of cut up fruit ready for them with their glass of chocolate/strawberry milk and plopped down a large plate of tiny and very pink-icing-coated cupcakes and said that as long as they finished their fruit they could have the ‘pink mushrooms’. You’ve never seen apple and melon disappear so fast. Boy those things were a hit… the thicker and sweeter the icing, the better. Interestingly although they liked the pink, when asked what colour they wanted the next batch they both went for black. Well it was one of the choices. Hm. Not quite Halloween time yet….

The poor Mr is out on his Sydney trip today. Poor thing didn’t get to sleep until gone 1 a.m. (I woke up to find him wandering about), and was off to catch a 6:45 train so I don’t expect he’ll be too lively when he gets back home at gone midnight tonight. Luckily it’s the weekend tomorrow. Littles is also at the end of her tether… have been trying to get her to bed as soon as possible and it does seem to be working a little. Today managed to get her off by 7pm despite the visitations… yesterday wasn’t that far off either although we had visitation AND house visiting.

I’ve finished ‘Black Swan Green’ and now Ian McEwan’s ‘At Chisel Beach’ or whatever it was… Hm. Well if ever there was an argument for the maxim of ‘show not tell’ this would be it. It’s an absolute steaming pile of didactic ‘tell’ not showing and damn it’s dull. Ah tedium. Still, there’s got to be a happy medium somewhere there, I don’t know… it’s all tricky stuff. Wouldn’t recommend the latter book unless you really want to contemplate committing suicide by whittling away with a blunt knife starting at your fingertips, but you never know, people have odd tastes.

Oh that note… yawn. I bid you all a very good evening. Nite nite. xxx