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Saturday, January 17th, 2015
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11:36 pm - Sometimes I wonder if I'll ever post here with good news
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So on Thursday (three days ago) my dad had another heart attack.
I wish I could say this is a surprise, but it isn't. Between his smoking and his uncontrolled diabetes, it was only a matter of time. The prognosis isn't good - he will probably lose a foot, and he will be at extreme risk until he gets his diabetes under control. The trouble is that people are telling him what to do (quit smoking! Stick to your diet! Wear shoes! etc) and he doesn't like that.
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In doggy news, the dog that gets into everything managed to get hold of a bleach bottle. Fortunately we got it off him before he appears to have swallowed any of it, the bottle is intact, he got his face and paws washed, and he got given big bowls of water and milk to dilute any he'd swallowed. He's not showing any of the signs of bleach poisoning (no drooling, no vomiting, no abdominal pain and no licking of paws) so we're pretty sure we got there in time, but we're still watching him closely.
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And on the job front... well, universe, the gold lotto is on Thursday and all I ask is the chance to prove that money won't make me happy.
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| Sunday, January 11th, 2015
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10:36 pm - And you guys wonder why I swear bunyips are real.
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The Genius Locus of this house is up to something. We thought my brother's dog had somehow managed to lose his nametag in our yard this afternoon and tore the house apart looking for it, but the second my brother announced it was too late to go for a run with the dog, the nametag was suddenly on his collar again. I didn't do it, my brother didn't do it and the dog doesn't have opposable thumbs to do it with. That Which Lives Here sometimes does things like this, so we're blaming it, but the question remains: why?
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6:03 pm - I swear this blog is turning into a dog diary
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So the dog has settled down a lot and as long as I hide everything i don't want him to chew and make sure he can see me then he's quite well behaved, for a certain value of 'well behaved'. Another trick is to introduce him to a new person every day, but that's not always possible.
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I am currently debating my future. I answered an ad for a position with the Army, and at the initial testing and interview I was told that, if I can pass the physical and fitness evaluation, I am in. It's a long-term, permanent role and it will completely change my life, so it's scary. But I do need to change my life, so, yeah. I am seriously thinking and seriously considering it.
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The coolest thing, for me, about the photos of the rain and flooding in Central Australia is the fact that I've been there. I remember walking across that bridge and I've been standing where that photo of Uluru was taken. It feels kind of amazing to look at those photos and remember and know.
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| Friday, January 9th, 2015
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11:08 am - ... yeah.
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You know, I grew up with dogs. I thought I liked dogs. Not as much as I like cats, but surely canines were cool.
Either my parents were extremely good at picking pets, magnificent at training them, or this dog is just that irritating.
He stinks (which is, okay, not his fault, but still). Bathing doesn't help because it's from him farting all the time. (We're not sure what he ate before but his body clearly is taking time to adjust to switching to an all-dry-dogfood diet. Which is what his previous owners claim they gave him.)
He demands attention all the time (again, this is a doggy trait but there's a reason why the experts recommend getting two dogs if you're going to be out a lot). I don't like this but I can cope.
He has eaten one of my favourite bone-coloured heels (I LIKED those shoes!) that he stole out of the shoe rack.
And this morning he took off the coffee table and destroyed (as in, there are now holes in it) a library book. (Specifically, Battle Magic by Tamora Pierce.) Which occurred in the thirty seconds between me seeing what he was doing and managing to get it off him.
Even the most demanding kitten I ever met didn't destroy books.
No, I do not like my brother's dog at all.
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| Wednesday, January 7th, 2015
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10:38 am - Dog days just begun
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So today, I have:
- jogged for half an hour with a dog
- played fetch for approximately two hours
- reinforced puppy training for ten minutes
- had to discipline a dog for misbehaving multiple times
I'm exhausted and it's only 10:30 am.
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| Tuesday, January 6th, 2015
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11:14 pm - A thought occurs
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Reading everybody's food-centred entries, it occurs to me...
Is there anybody else in the world who watches Iron Chef and takes "So this goes with that, and this cooking method works for that ingredient" type notes?
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9:19 pm - New year, new start.
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So, it has been over five months since I posted last, and since I have resolved to actually do what I say I'm going to this year (right now, that is: lose weight, start writing again and get a decent job) it makes sense to resume regular journalling, because when I was making time for journalling I was making time for writing.
So, 2014 sucked. I lost my job again, I lost my cat, and I moved back in with my brother. I am glad it's over.
2015 has started with my brother adopting a dog. He's a purebred labrador (he has papers and everything), and for anybody who knows labs, they know what this means. If you don't, I recommend you go watch Marley and Me, and keep in mind that they toned Marley down a lot for that movie. This is not to say that labs aren't adorable, loving, loyal and good-natured; it's just that they are also accidentally-destructive, overenthusiastic boofheads. I'm actually glad my brother has gotten a dog, as we are both of us the sort of people who are happier with pets than without them, but a labrador?
I am hoping 2015 improves significantly. However, looking back at 2014, I am fully away, it could certainly be worse.
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| Monday, July 7th, 2014
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10:08 pm - Today is a very sad day.
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I haven't talked here in a while. sorry, etc; there was a lot going on but things may have evened out a bit. but I can't talk about that, because something else, worse, has happened.
Midnight, the beautiful wonderful magnificent black cat I gave myself for my twenty-second birthday, has passed away. For seventeen years he and I have loved each other first and best, and I was never joking when i called him 'Midnight-my-Love'. Even back when I first picked him up, when he was the scrawniest and awkward four-week-old kitten that nobody else looked at, I knew he and I were right for each other. Looking back I can see why everyone else passed him over because objectively he was ugly, but I took one look and fell in love, and I thought - i have always thought - he was the loveliest thing ever. I was clearly seeing his heart. He grew into his looks and for sixteen years was the most magnificent cat.
But for the past week he's been off his food, and a week ago he had an accident in the kitchen, and then another last night (two actually) and he threw up today, so this afternoon we took him to the vet, who diagnosed acute renal failure. Three more pain-filled days of life, or a gentle euthanasia tonight.
I love him so much. I picked the second option. His body now rests at the foot of an olive tree and he is safely across the Rainbow Bridge, where his body cannot betray him any more.
I think I've only stopped crying tonight when it becomes necessary to refill the tears. I know I'm going to be grieving for a very long time.
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| Monday, January 6th, 2014
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9:32 pm - So. Life happened.
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I haven't posted since September. I'm sorry. I'm still alive.
Blogging is hard with the daily drains on my energy. Did I tell you work moved? It moved. I'm not ten minutes meander away anymore; it's a full mile now so that's twenty minutes hard walk uphill every morning. And I can't get too sweaty because it's now a much smaller office.
I think it will be easier to write if I get into the habit of writing, so I'm going to blog more frequestly. If I just get into the habit of writing for half an hour a day, soon I'll be able to write for that long a day and the ficcing will come back. I hope.
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| Friday, May 17th, 2013
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11:29 pm - Wrap Up
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So it's the tail end of my two-week holiday from work, and I am now going to post about various things...
I went to Uluru. I didn't post about it online, although I was dying to, because the last time I posted about taking a few days away from home, my house got broken into. So yeah. On the insanely unlikely possibility that somebody was cyberstalking me, I chose not to advertise my movements. And when I got home, I hadn't been broken into. So there you go.
There are no words to describe the beauty that is Central Australia. It's odd, but so many Australians haven't seen The Rock; I'm so glad I'm no longer among them. It is strange and contradictory that there's so much there where there is so little to support it, but there are so many trees and plants and living animals. And, of course, the sky! The starkness of the land and sky almost burn with intensity. Not to mention the stars out there. I'm still processing. And my feet are still aching! This isn't a region for the faint- or weak-hearted. Not when the 'short' walk around Uluru is 6.3km!
I already miss the stars out west. They really were glorious! So today I went to the Brisbane Planetarium. It was fun, but the last five minutes of the show, where they discuss the current sky, was distinctly underwhelming. The main show had been on black holes, and I would have thought that the astronomer-in-residence's part would at least point out the location of a few in the current sky, but no, he didn't. Instead he went on about the moon and Jupiter and Saturn. I get that everybody has their own points of interest, but I don't think it would have killed him to point out the other planets, or maybe a few places for meteor showers (isn't this the time of year when the Peliades Meteors start? Okay, that's mostly a northern hemisphere thing, but if there were tons of shooting stars out west (which I saw and loved), why weren't they mentioned?).
I managed to get hold of a multiregion Blueray player yesterday. This is good.
I'm kind of sad that I seem to have been killfiled by absolutely everybody on the Bujold ML. I'd been quiet there lately, but I didn't think I'd managed to piss everybody off to the point where they'd <b>all</b> killfile me. And I can't really ask for an explanation. "Hey, you all are completely ignoring me and my posts, care to tell me why, so I can at least apologise?" doesn't work when they're not going to see it in the first place.
And that's everything up to right now. Tomorrow is another day.
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| Saturday, March 16th, 2013
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10:32 pm - I can has a big TV!
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So, the Saturday night before last, my TV died. It had been on the way out; the in-built DVD player died back in December, so I'd had to hook up my faithful old DVD player to watch videos. But fourteen days ago, the antenna receiver died, so, the only thing it could do was play videos.
So for the past two weeks, it's been no TV. At all. So this afternoon, because I got paid yesterday, it was off to JB HiFi. Who have a special on a particular TV at the moment: $298 for a 32" (81cm) plasma smart TV with a whole lot of features that I can't be bothered reciting at the moment because for me the important parts are TV that accepts A/V devices like DVD and BluRay players and that works. And so tonight, for the first time in two weeks, I caught the news and I watched Indiana Jones and the Crystal Skull, because a) broadcast TV, and b)adult Marion. (Don't know why I prefer the Marion of CS to the Marion of RotLA, or any other Indiana Jones girl, but I do.)
So, now... what do I do with my old TV, which is now essentially a video monitor? It is only useable plugged into something else so giving it away or selling it is not an option, and something in me doesn't want to just dump it.
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And in happier news, my airline tickets are paid for! My holiday in May is now (almost completely) paid for! (Remaining costs: airport shuttle fare here in Ipswich; airport shuttle fares in Alice Springs; one dinner and two breakfasts in Alice Springs; sleeping bag hire; camel ride and Uluru tour when I'm actually on the trip. Let's round it up and call it $200 for ease of maths.) This is a relief; it's all happening. It's not a pipe dream anymore. I'm really doing this.
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| Saturday, February 9th, 2013
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7:53 pm - Belated post is belated.
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So, Brisbane and Ipswich had another flood. Everybody is now eyeing the Weather Bureau, or the local church, askance (depending on individual faith levels). Forty-year floods are not supposed to happen <i>two years apart</i>. I... did not have a good time. I was housesitting for my brother, and on call for work. The storm hit, and I: - lost power - lost phone and internet - was isolated by floodwater and fallen trees - and had the work phone die (no lie, they had to replace it) This was not good, and nobody at work was happy. Ironically, I would have been just fine if I'd stayed home and brought my brother's cats over to my place. I don't think I want to housesit for anybody <i>ever again</i>. *~*~*~* I have decided where I want to go for my holidays in May. Specifically: how can I call myself Australian if I've never seen The Rock? So: Uluru! I've priced a few packages and it's doable for less than 1500 dollars, especially if I get in early. I won't deny that I do want to go to the beach on my holidays, but I live less than two hours from the coast, I can do a day trip easy. Uluru HO! ~*~*~*~ And for something completely different: REASONS TO WATCH THE SHOPPING NETWORK: - in order to sell you a 'bargain', they have to tell you what the average/regular price is. This helps with actual bargain-hunting. - they have to tell you why you should buy. This will include what the new thingie and it's special features are and so you can judge yourself if it's worth it. - If it's makeup, they will show you how to apply it. Pay attention and you will learn exactly what you're doing wrong and how to do it right. - RECIPES. Seriously, the number of recipes for low-fat foods and techniques for cooking fast and well that I've picked up is crazy.
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| Saturday, December 29th, 2012
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12:30 am - Raye and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
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So for the past three days I have been catsitting my sister's cat. Which was okay but, well, we all knew he was on the way out. And so he passed away today, before my sister got home, while I was sitting there beside him. And that was the start of the Horrible, Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. So then I had to find some kind of plastic thing and slide it under him, because death equals sphincter relaxation. I eventually settled on plastic shopping bags and I wasn't quick enough. And when they got home, I helped my sister and brother-in-law bury the cat. So that was the next bit of the Horrible, Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. And then, when my sister and brother-in-law took me home, we drove in to find my front door wide open, the lock jimmied, all my drawers and cupboards opened and a digital camera, my oldest portable hard drive and the jewellery box that contained all my old, costume jewellery stolen. And that was the cap on the Horrible, Terrible, No Good, Very Bad Day. I guess the thing is that it isn't as bad as it could have been? They didn't find or recognise my good jewellery box. They didn't recognise the monetary value of many of my physical things. They only took the shinies and that's the least valuable things of what I own. The drive doesn't have any current personal data on it. Because I took my wallet with all my cards, my phone, my computer and my current portable hard drive with me when I went catsitting (oh, happy impulse!) I didn't lose any of them. Current opinion is it was some kids looking for quick, easy cash. So the landlord's replaced the lock, the police report's been filed and I, well, I'm cleaning up. This has been a Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day.
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| Monday, December 24th, 2012
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9:14 pm - An entry for the 'How To Feel Stupid' file
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I decided, when buying my new bedlinen for my new bed, that I'd invest in some feather pillows. They're supposed to be soft and luxurious, right? So when I saw a pair of duck feather pillows on sale, I bought them.
Problem one: duck feathers smell of ducks. Well, duh. Except that I don't like the smell of ducks. And I didn't realize how much I didn't like it until I tried sleeping on it.
Problem two: small duck feathers are very fine, fine enough to work their way out through woven cloth, and tickle noses. Waking oneself up multiple times in a night from sneezes from a tickled nose? Not fun.
Problem three: the pillows are soft, all right. So soft that there's almost no support there at all. I woke up the next morning with a crick in my neck so bad I needed painkillers, and even now, thirty-six hours later, it's still there.
So I took my old pillows back off my spare bed and put the duck feather pillows on it instead. Last night's sleep was much better.
I guess I'm glad I took the opportunity to try a feather pillow, but really I feel kind of stupid - did I really need to spend twenty dollars for this lesson? And I'm not sure I want to leave the pillows there as, really, they're unsleepable-on. They're too soft, they stink and they make you sneeze. I could turn them into cushions, I guess.
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| Saturday, December 22nd, 2012
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10:44 pm - Hello December...
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... and I'm still not dead. It is a miracle
And that's not sarcasm, because for the past three months the fridge supplied with this unit has been dying, and has probably been fully dead for about a fortnight. I've been doing my best to eat dried and frozen stuff rather than fresh and for the most part have succeeded but for things like milk, butter, bread and eggs you need refrigeration and the things that have needed refrigeration have been, well, not.
Last Saturday I bought a new fridge and it was delivered today. Already I can see a profound difference (specifically, it froze a tray of ice cubes in 2 hours. The old fridge took 36 hours). So yeah, that's good.
What's also good is that the queen bedroom setting that I bought at the same time was delivered too. It's kind of crazy to say it, but I'm in my mid-thirties and this is the first larger-than-single bed I've ever owned. When I moved out of my parents' house for uni, I took a smaller room in the house I was sharing (lower rent) and I decided I wanted a study desk more than I wanted a bigger bed. Then when I moved to Fortitude Valley, the five-room apartment I was in couldn't fit a double bed in the sleeping nook. When I went to Bardon, again, tiny bedroom. And in my brother's house... are you seeing a pattern here?
So in this house I said, no. Master bedroom i my edroom. And after I saved up enough for nice furniture, I was going t get some. Because I'm an adult and I want stuff of my own.
And I have. I have a microwave and a washing machine and now a fridge, all new, all mine. I have a dining room table and chairs and a lounge setting, and if they're not black oak or thousand-dollar leather they are sturdy timber and cleanable microfibre and comfy and look good an mine. I have an HD TV with a built-in multiregion DVD player which I think is very nifty. And... I'm starting to sound like those seagulls i Finding Nemo.
And now I have a bedroom setting, bedframe, bedside drawers, six-drawer chest of drawers and then I bought a mattress to go with it, then I bought sheets and pillows and a quilt and a quilt set. And while I have had the pillows and quilt and sheets stashed for the past week, the furniture and mattress arrived today. The drawer sets were all delivered pre-assembled (thank goodness) but me and my trusty little electric drill had to put the bed together (and i didn't ome with instructions). Everything has gone together smoothly eventually, but there were a few hairy moments. And I may have killed a few screws. Has anybody else said "Stuff it, I'm redoing this with a new screw" and unscrewed the screw they just put in to find that they somehow managed to bend it thirty degrees putting it into a piece of wood? (Which may be why it wasn't working.)
Also, I beg of you all out there, never try to get a queen mattress up a steep turning staircase by yourself. Learn from my hour-long ordeal of sweat, muscle strain and exhaustion-induced crying jag, and get a friend or the deliveryman to help. I now have done it once. Never again, and don't be stupid enough to copy me even once, okay
So now it's just the office furniture to turn my second bedroom into the computer room/guest room it ought to be (it now houses my original bed, because having a place for a guest to crash at need is always a good idea, but a single bed doesn't take up that much room). And then, I have everything I want. Well, not everything. But enough, and more than enough.
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| Tuesday, November 20th, 2012
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11:20 pm - Christmas Cards
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Well, it's getting to be that time of year...
If you would like to receive a Christmas Card from me, please leave a comment with your current address on this post. (That's important because I found out the hard way last year that most of my blog Christmas Card snail mail addresses are hopelessly out of date.) All comments to this post are screened. If you're still unsure about putting your address here, my email is raye_j @ yahoo.com. And, of course, let me know if you want my address.
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| Sunday, October 14th, 2012
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2:59 pm - State of the Raye
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So Dreamwidth and LJ aren't talking to each other right now, or maybe it's just that the servers each of my blogs are housed on aren't talking anymore (damn messy breakups) but either way, my LJ flist isn't getting my updates. So, have an itemised list:
1) I had a birthday on the fourth. Thank you, everyone, for the birthday wishes; they were/are much appreciated (tense is wonky because I appreciated them when they arrived and I appreciate them now as I remember receiving them).
2) My grandmother passed away on the evening of the eighth/morning of the ninth.
We were not close, but nobody was expecting her to go quite this soon or with so little warning.
(I probably should have expected it. I work in aged care and it's fairly common for people used to living in their own homes, after being forced to accept that they need the care of a nursing home, to just kind of stop. We see it a lot. I think it's a combination of environmental shock and rejection of helplessness; for a lot of people, when they say, "I'd rather die than live in a nursing home," <i>they mean it</i>, and well, we don't talk about it but it <i>is</i> possible to will yourself to death. But the idea that my Grandma would be one of those people just never crossed my mind.)
3) The funeral's tomorrow. I'm giving a reading.
In conclusion: stressful week.
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| Tuesday, September 25th, 2012
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7:18 pm - Kitchen Meme
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Snitched from 17Catherines:
Bold the ones you have and use at least once a year, italicize the ones you have and don't use, strike through the ones you have had but got rid of. (Raye's addenum: things in plain text with no change are things I simply don't have and never did.)
I wonder how many pasta machines, breadmakers, juicers, blenders, deep fat fryers, egg boilers, melon ballers, sandwich makers, pastry brushes, cheese boards, cheese knives, electric woks, miniature salad spinners, griddle pans, jam funnels, meat thermometers, filleting knives, egg poachers, cake stands, garlic crushers, martini glasses, tea strainers, bamboo steamers, pizza stones, coffee grinders, milk frothers, piping bags, banana stands, fluted pastry wheels, tagine dishes, conical strainers, rice cookers, steam cookers, pressure cookers, slow cookers, spaetzle makers, cookie presses, gravy strainers, double boilers (bains marie), sukiyaki stoves, ice cream makers, fondue sets, healthy-grills, home smokers, tempura sets, tortilla presses, electric whisks, cherry stoners, sugar thermometers, food processors, bacon presses, bacon slicers, mouli mills, cake testers, pestle-and-mortars, and sets of kebab skewers languish dustily at the back of the nation's cupboards.
I have no idea but none are in my cupboards. Of course, we know what this means. Next payday... to the kitchenware store, Robin!
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| Sunday, September 23rd, 2012
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9:46 pm - Various things.
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So, apparently I am not yet dead. According to the latest book I'm reading, Death From the Skies! by Philip Plant, PhD, the universe would like to fix that for me. However, it appears to have terrible aim.
I have just gotten back from finishing watching this year's Reel Anime, the annual Australian anime film festival. Four films this year: Children Who Chase Lost Voices, the latest from Makoto Shinkai (he's the guy who did Voices of a Distant Star, the first film created and produced in its entirety by only one person; and judging by the extremely short credits on Lost Voices, he still hasn't learned how to delegate); Wolf Children, the latest from Mamoru Hosoda, the director of Summer Wars; Berserk: The God King's Egg, which is a retelling of the first arc of the TV anime; and the latest from Ghibli (though not a Miyazaki film), From Up On Poppy Hill. Lost Voices is bittersweet and I wished for a different ending; Wolf Children is an overall happy film that has a very melancholic, downer ending; Berserk ends on a 'To Be Continued' card, and Poppy Hill is interesting in that it puts two sensible, intelligent sixteen-year-olds into a soap opera situation and sits back to watch as they deal with the situation (amazingly enough) sensibly. So many opportunities for meltdowns and tantrums that they just pulled themselves together and behaved rationally through, it practically made you giggle. As the leading man sums it up, "This is just like something out of a melodrama. How absurd!" And they get a happy ending. (Finally! One of these films has a happy ending!)
We are up to four styrofoam boxes headed for St Vinnies', which now include a fishing tackle box and a CD player. Go me! I'm still keeping the melamine drinks coasters, the seven bud vases and the screwdriver set, though. (And I don't care what the parents say, those fridge magnets are gone.)
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| Thursday, September 20th, 2012
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10:58 pm - And it's two steps back...
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So my grandmother just moved out of her villa in the retirement village and into a room in the residential section. This is not a surprise to anyone, and really we were expecting it much earlier. The women of my family, on both sides, are tougher than granite.
But what this means is that she had to clear out her villa of everything that was hers. The rest of the family cherry-picked what they wanted and then decided (in their wisdom) that as I had recently set up housekeeping for myself, that I needed all the housewares. (It seems to be a trend now. Some piece of kitchenware you don't want? Give it to Raye. I rarely entertain and I'll never have kids, what do I need a set of six wooden eggcups for anyway?)
And so, after finally doing my own clear-out, I now have to go through all this stuff from Grandma. Some of it's good (yay placemats! yay doormats!), some of it's interestingly okay (apparently I come by my fondness for teacups with lids honestly), and some of it's WTF (why on earth do the family, who know I only drink coffee when either I need caffeine or some insane heathen has drunk all the tea and failed to replenish the supply but I need something, think I should have gotten Grandma's coffeemaker, I do not know. At least they included her huge jar of ground coffee).
I've already filled two big garbage bags, washed up three lots of crockery (because I have no idea what it was like at Grandma's house, and whether it stays here or is known to leave here, it shall be clean while it does), filled two big styrofoam boxes with stuff that I don't want that still seems perfectly serviceable (such as the previously-cited coffeemaker) so it's going to Lifeline, and massively increased my supply of pens. (Seriously, what is with my family and pens? It's like there isn't a writing implement in existence that we don't glom onto. Even oldfashioned quills. Don't get me started on the Saga of the Sealing Wax.)
So now the question is... what the hell do I do with all this coffee?
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