Chat time

It’s Saturday night, well over here it is. It’s 9:24pm to be precise. We are now in Spring, but we have the heater on as it’s well ‘bloody cold’!

Today 7 hours of prepping and painting the house, haven’t really scratched the surface. Have I mentioned I hate painting?

My week, no Services this week, one next Wednesday though, which I shall write up by Monday hopefully.

K was going through a bad time, as they have to leave the shared  house that they were in for 6 weeks. Borderlines do not do well in shared accommodation, for obvious reasons. Their body language, their mood swings do not sit well with others who don’t know they are Borderlines (and it’s something she isn’t going to advertise).

I have had a very stressful week, not knowing where they would go, but luckily one of the ladies that K does cleaning for has offered a room at her place. They already have a border in one room and K and J will be extra. It amazes me how some people are so genuinely generous. I had met the owner when I first started cleaning, she hadn’t even met K let alone J, but she said she wanted to do what she could to help. So I love her for this, as my ‘baby’ won’t be on the streets.

After the painting today, Mr. S and I went out for dinner, the shortest dinner in history.

We went to a dumpling restaurant. Bringing our bottle of wine, when we asked for glasses, the waitress asked if we would pay $2.00 per glass, their way of saying corkage charge.

The meal apart from the dumplings, was sadly mediocre, Mr. S’s main that he ordered resembling a child’s vomit..I kid you not, vegetables, prawns, seaweed, fungi and uncooked egg thrown over the top..it wasn’t finished. We drove there, ate and back home within the hour.

I have been doing my assessments for the Marriage Celebrancy and on to the last one, where now after writing up a Ceremony, according to instructions given, I have to video myself conducting it. Oh joy, oh bliss!

Tonight, perhaps due to a couple of lovely glasses of wine, I’m feeling a little more like my old self, a sense of humour emerges, been such a long time.

Tomorrow, daughter B (eldest) is taking K to the pictures. This is such a huge thing. They have not spoken for over 18 months. I have been going to therapy with B and she has been learning about Borderlines and what I experience and her sister.

It’s baby steps, but I hope this will be the beginning of them at least being able to talk or be in the same room with each other.

I am then taking K to lunch. Should be interesting,  turquoise hair and all.

So for tonight, the old Jen is back, life seems a little easier, especially that K will have a roof over her head. I won’t jinx it by saying any more.

 

x

Chat time…. I’m bored … forgive me?

Half the world is asleep therefore I have no one to talk to, as Mr.S is out, J is out with Mr.S and daughter #2 is on the computer and we aren’t talking much anyway 😦

So I thought I would have a chat, please don’t cringe, just grab a wine or a beer, or if you must a cup of tea (I promise I won’t say how boring) 😉

Well we had a quiet week in leafy suburbia as far as cleaning goes. Apart from Monday, when daughter #2 was sick and I had to take on 2 massive end of lease cleans. I started at 8am and didn’t stop, apart from driving the car from one to the other, when I could rest my bum on the seat.

The last one… Ermegawd ..an old house, slate everywhere..and I mean everywhere. Anywho I got stuck in starting just before 1 and finished at 5.15. Needless to say that night and the following day I was well and truly knackered..yes an Aussie colloquialism, everything ached, woah is me, I know and I thank you for your empathy. It surprises me the state people live in, it really does.

I went to visit the penguins, they had visitors, a friend that mum has known for over 60 years and her daughter, they kindly brought lunch for them. The daughter D is absolutely hilarious, we get on so well and I’m rolling about in laughter with everything that springs from her mouth.

Mum of course got a little snappy now and then..situation normal now, D just grabbed my leg under the table, when she saw I was ready to bite! Pop just deals with it all and it’s tough on him I know.

Today well today, I just did MY housework…. oh joy, oh bliss. I even cleaned all the sills, skirting boards and doors..yes I go overboard at times, like me writing this. If you aren’t asleep by now, or fallen off your perch, well done you are to be commended!

I have my 18th Funeral Service to conduct on Monday. Finished typing up the Eulogy and pretty much prepared, until I get there and the nerves come into play..but if I wasn’t a wee bit nervous, I tell myself I’ve reached the point of not caring and it’s just a job. Which it isn’t, well it is, but IT’S a job with meaning and one I love.

Speaking of Services, I read a post this morning, that got me thinking about OCD, why you ask? Well, I’ll tell you. I think I have strains of it, if one can have strains of it. For I have noticed after I pack my bag with my folder containing the Eulogy, I close it, then 10 minutes later, I’ll check if it’s there again. Then another check before I go out the door. OCD or paranoia? Hmm I’ll let you ponder that deep and meaningful.

We are out tonight to friends for dinner and wine, well of course there would be wine, glorious wine. I’m not an alcoholic don’t laugh- truly I’m not.

Now if you feel so inclined, tell me about your boring week or not so boring and make me jealous.

So that’s about it, for those who have kept up, I thank you.

Me
x

Chat time and my 820th post

Yes..I know it’s been a wee while since last I rambled.
I am still extremely busy, conducted my 15th Service today..(happy bunny) and another one next Monday.

The cleaning business has us (daughter #2 and I) occupied for each day of the week, the busiest days of course are Thursday and Friday because EVERYONE wants there home sparkling for the weekend. It is the most exhausting work I have ever undertaken in my life, so yes, I still try and read and comment on your posts, but if I miss some..I can only apologise, but something unfortunately has to give!

I was thinking this afternoon (stranger things have happened) about ideal jobs and what in my life I have done and would have liked to have done or been.

My job roles started off in an office when I was 16, then another office and another and so forth. I worked for Pop when he had his own company.

I was then a Sales Rep for a few years, but the pressure of obtaining budgets got to me, so I packed that in. I also ran my own business for 5 years, from home where I imported electronic components for various ‘end-users’ in Australia and overseas.
Scouring the various trading houses overseas, finding the ‘bits’ that were needed, then having them shipped to my house, where I would unpack, check, count, repack and send off.

It was quite lucrative as I managed to buy a new car outright and take my girls and I overseas for 5 weeks. This is where daughter #1 met her now husband. Then I closed the company, as I got squeezed out by the ‘big guys’ and returned once more to office work.

Now I am a Funeral Celebrant and a house-cleaner and a blogger/writer/poetess and studying to be a Marriage Celebrant. Who would have thought? At my age. I certainly wouldn’t have.

When I was younger I, like a thousand other girls my age wanted to be an Air-Hostess …. sorry Flight Attendant, then a hairdresser.

Several occupations have crossed my mind over the years, but the one thing that I would have really loved to have been (apart from an extremely talented, published writer) was (drum role) an Archeologist. Odd? Perhaps, but I am so in love with history (hence my last post) the thought of digging up ancient relics, or exploring, or uncovering past worlds simply fascinates me.

Alas, this shall never be, as my bones are as old as the ones I’d be recovering, so crouching down all day isn’t going to happen 😦

(In case anyone is wondering about my Penguins, they are hanging in there. Pop is growing weaker, mum has to be treated with kid gloves most days for fear of snapping, but they are doing ok)

So do tell, if you wish to do so that is, did you dream of a profession/occupation that never eventuated?

x

It’s Chat Time!!!

Yes, it’s that time again, it was only five days ago that I posted my last one, there’s a pattern here folks. At least when readers see the title they can skip over if they want some prose/poetry, because this is not it (besides I just posted one this afternoon) and yes I shall be outright pretentious and put the link >>>>>Hidden under Linen (Prose) for those who wish to read ..then the only way you would see that link is if you read this..

This morning I signed up for the Marriage Celebrant  Course, no need to cheer,  as I am pooping my pants about it, but I was put a little at ease when the Course organiser told me that an 82 year old man is also doing it and his Funeral Celebrants Course. So all can’t be lost now can it.

From about 11 this morning I have been bored out of what little brain I possess. There is a difference between being bored when you have an income coming in, to that when you don’t. It’s like being on holidays, you know you got paid your holiday pay which will see you through, so you can be as bored as you please, knowing that you will return to work and get a pay packet again.

This is enforced holiday without pay.

Signs of boredom (or how I spent my day)

I went up to the Hardware store to buy tiles for our bathroom.
I went to the Supermarket, pulling the little wheeled Supermarket basket behind me and everything tipped out, yet I didn’t get angry.
I brought some washing off the line.
I made the bed.
I looked up why my lemon tree has bulbous branches, only to find out it has been infected with Citrus Gall Wasp. For those of you who have bulbous branches see this>>> http://www.bugsforbugs.com.au/citrus-gall-wasp-information
I then went outside with trusty long pruning shears, short ones and a saw, balancing on a garden setting seat and proceeded to cut off as many branches that were bulbous. I don’t have much of my large 12 year old tree left. See below – this was a full tree tucked in one of the corners of my yard behind the washing line near the back shed. (exciting isn’t it) The other branches are the trees in the house behind ours btw.

Remember the song ‘Lemon Tree very pretty’ – well ours is not so much.

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I put the television on and started watching the American wedding gown dress shops shows (try saying that 6 times fast) you know the ones I must have this dress..I don’t care how much it costs. I have to have this dress..even though my body fat is edging over the sides like a squeezed toothpaste tube. Yep those ones.
I walked around the house, nothing to specifically do, just walked, room to room.
I went to the mail box – twice (they only deliver once a day).

The only thing that wasn’t boring was reading other blogs and commenting.

Yes, dear readers I am going slightly Cuckoo here – speaking of which. Mum’s birthday is at the end of March, she will be 85. We were going to hold a surprise ‘family only’ lunch somewhere. I just received a phone call from Pop with a little angry tweety-bird in the background. Now we are having a full blown 40 people, with mum’s saved housekeeping money paying for it at the Restaurant that we have gone to… too many times to mention >>> www.cuckoorestaurant.com.au  adding links is stopping my boredom.

This establishment had been around since 1958 and not much has changed. A quaint Bavarian style Smorgasbord lunch and a floor show (which tweety bird wants) where they ring the bells to tunes, they find out where their audience is from and sing a a one line song from that country, where they slap on the lederhosen and do a little dance now…

All the family (and friends) are just a wee bit over this place, but mum is convinced there aren’t any others and she wants music so she doesn’t have to carry on a conversation. I was told quite politely well don’t come if you don’t like it…

So there you have it MY DAY in a 670 word count, give or take oh and a rather bare pic of my lemon tree.

“Help me before I completely lose my marbles”

Chat time

Firstly I want to thank everyone for their lovely comments on the 2 pieces I wrote yesterday.

I am out of poetry right this minute (that may well change within the next few though) so it’s chat time.
I conducted my 8th Service this afternoon, a beautiful family and the smallest gathering I have spoken to so far, 20 people.

After my rather stressful afternoon yesterday, I woke up grumpy, tired and on edge. Unfortunately the job that I do, requires complete focus on the family and their feelings, so game face was required.

As I walked up to present to the deceased, my breathing was shallow, trying to slow down, then to the lectern, where my book was set up ready to read.

In the first few minutes, as with the other Services, I seem to rush a little in the beginning, then find my pace. The complete service went for 45 minutes, normally they are an hour, so 15 minutes may not sound like a lot, but to me it makes such a difference in the reading.

There were no photographs set on the catafalque, only flowers.
The family had a viewing first, where they popped in photos of the family for her journey. I walked over and put my hand on her shoulder and hoped I’d do her proud.

They didn’t have a photo DVD, just her favourite song, Close to you by the Carpenters, which I asked if anyone wanted to sing along, to do so. Some did and it was lovely.

The husband came up and hugged me again as he did when I arrived, the three sons said it was beautiful as did two others, so I was happy that I could forget my inner troubles and focus on what was required.

Now I contemplate a new path by looking to online study to become a Marriage Celebrant as well. The course can take up to 7 months as there are many legal requirements. My decision is needed by tomorrow morning. I just hope if I tackle this, that I am able to conduct weddings as soon as possible otherwise I’ll be the only M.C hobbling in on a walker.

Chat time once more ..I am SO bored

so unfortunately readers you shall have to bare the brunt of my boredom.

It is 4:27pm Tuesday (I think it’s Tuesday) staying at home every day makes me lose some days..ok even weeks of what was my normal 9-5 existence. I so need more work.

I sit here writing (or trying to at least a piece of prose/poetry) hell I still don’t really know the difference – even though Brian has told me (and I thank you Mr. M) … to me prose is pretty much a short story…I am sure I will get it eventually/hopefully … ‘anywho’ so what is happening around me right now, that would make it interesting enough to hold your attention?

Erm…ponders… outside we have a haze, I can smell the smoke from bush fires 95.6km away from us.
It’s an eerie feeling, as I walk out onto my deck and smell the smoke in the air. This is Summer in Australia unfortunately, we get used to it. Some young idiot kids, who think nothing better than throwing a live match into an open dry paddock. The other day when we had 42C a total fire ban day, some numbskulls were lighting fire-works…err hello wtf?

The haze is also next door, I don’t know if I have told you about my neighbours, the neighbours from hell… this is one reason we want to move. When I first moved here, the screaming matches that we had to endure were… not pleasant. I have put up with them since 1998. They have two children… early twenties now I guess. When they were little, I had to call the Police as they were screaming so badly that their kids went and sat outside on the pavement to get away.

The daughter has a little girl now and does not live at home. The mother, well what can I say, she screams and starts arguments at the drop of a hat.

As I sit here, the three of them are going at it again, the daughter and mum and dad, though dad tries to maintain some sort of peace, the mother, she’s uncontrollable.

My issue is their daughter with her little one, it’s difficult to sit and hear the baby cry (I think she’s under two years of age) because she is in the middle of her mother having a screaming session with her mother.

This child has no hope of a ‘normal’ upbringing. She hears the swear words bandied about as if it’s “Can you pass the salt please”. How will this child grow up, what is she learning from these ‘people’ to be in the middle of this, my heart goes out to her. It’s cruel, it’s nonsense and the problem is the parents and the mother cannot see what it will do to her.

I could go on and on, my boredom would lead me to tell you my entire life story at this point, but I shall save you all from that.

Till next chat time – it’s over and out from moi.

Chat time once again – how lucky are you!

Oh dear not another one, I hear you say. (It’s only 349 words)

Yes, I’m afraid it is, but I am trying to save you. I see you cringe and I am thankful that you comment, even if only to be polite, I truly am, so this is my 2nd and last for the day (stop hooraying) which isn’t bad considering some days I have written 7. So breathe everyone, this won’t take long.

It is 11:36pm Wednesday night as I write, the fan above me circulating a bit of air on this warm evening. We are in for a week of high temperatures again, another mini heat-wave to melt us, while most of you poor buggars are freezing 😦 (Yes the older you get the more weather talk you come out with)

Today I had the Service and wouldn’t you know it one of the Bosses who employs me, was on duty.
Perhaps it was he and the pressure of knowing he was right there behind me listening, possibly taking notes (ok so he wasn’t taking notes) that made me stumble again on a few words. I hate when I do this, I know I’m only human and others possibly don’t pick up on it, but it frustrates me nonetheless.

The Service was shorter than what I am used to. The residents from the Centre joined the Assembly, walking in with their walkers. They were so very sweet. The deceased’s brother sat in the front row crying all the time. My heart went out to him.

After the Service it was the Balloon Ceremony, 50 coloured helium balloons let into the sky after I recited a small poem. I started waving as if to say goodbye to the deceased and the residents started waving calling his name.

At the burial, the brother who was difficult to understand came up to me and said – I miss him & I’m going to go home and have a beer for me and 2 for him.

I just gave him a big Aussie hug.

See I told you it wouldn’t be too painful.

Mums
xx