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Chat time… I know it’s been far too long
Well, for some possibly, for others probably cringe moment. As usual when I get into poetry or challenge/prompt poetry mode, that is all I concentrate on, which for this old brain is an achievement in itself.
1. For those of you who know that I smoke, (well wine and cigs to go hand in hand don’t they?) I have been very good the last 2 weeks and cut down to 3 a day, normally I’m an anywhere from 5-20 a day kinda gal and believe me 3 a day is pardon the pun – killing me! I did quit cold turkey years back for 7 years and started again, yup stop shaking your heads all of those who don’t smoke (mybad). This time I am using nicobate lozenges – which I am sucking on quite vehemently I may tell you. Being my age
51, 52, 53 ..and the rest, I am fully aware how bad this habit is, but it’s one tough cookie to break let me tell you and mindset plays an enormous part. So I’m not making any promises to anyone, let alone myself that I shall stop altogether, but if I can keep at a very low level, then I am okay with that.
2. I have received the work book and on- line lessons for the Marriage Celebrant course, only 138 page booklet of which I’m up to page 28 and have been for a few days, as I haven’t got around to study (mybad again). Then if and when I do pass, it’s up to the Attorney General’s Office to say yay or nay you can conduct Marriages (depending on how many Celebrants are in my area at the time). Funeral Services I have one next Tuesday, this will be my 11th, I so need more..sad to say.
3. Penguins – Both pretty much the same, mums medications has been increased and she has started her ‘glazing off into the distance’ look a bit more than usual. She still gets cranky very easily too, something I find hard to cope with. Pop is struggling with his walking and if he hasn’t got his walker, only his cane, we need to hold his arm or hand to keep him balanced. He has also grown a beard, the poor love can’t get into all the nooks and crannies as he once was able to, so I told him, just grow it and every week I go over and trim and shape it for him with the clippers, he does look cute though.
4. Weddings – no not mine 😦 lol This morning we attended my eldest nephews wedding, they held it in the Registry office in the City and then photographs in the adjoining gardens. In approximately 2 hours we (Mr. S and I) will pick up the penguins again and go to the Reception. Whilst in the park getting photos, it was time for the Penguins and our side of family to get photos. Mum was sitting on a bench next to Pop, Pop was helped up, mum got up but her skirt fell down. 😦 I don’t know why, it was zipped and it looked like it fit, but there she was the poor lovey, blouse and pantyhose with this crumbled skirt around her ankles. OK so I giggled, as did others as we madly pulled it back up again, with her saying what happened, what happened??? Thankfully, not many witnessed the event and for those who did, they would be having a quiet chuckle too I’m sure. Luckily mum didn’t seem to phased about it, which was a good thing. If it was me I would have cringed and ran behind the nearest tree.
So that’s my updates folks – Hope you all have a lovely weekend, normal services, will resume tomorrow..depending how much wine I consume tonight and what my brain is like of course.
Thank you and goodnight.
after the day – prose from Port Douglas
no unsettling macabre tales
as deep within these grey cells
lies beauty – a captured picture
not through a lens
but taken through my eyes
gone the wintry blustery grey
the dark as dungeons, the shutters
of my eyes the camera holding
what I see and feel and smell
for it’s me that takes the candid
shots, though years may travel on
if I never see the photo printed –
in my mind I’ll see it clear, I’ll
remember what it looked like what
was captured here
Calling it a night though only 8:30pm…must be all the fresh air 🙂 We had a lovely tea. Pasta Carbonara for Mr. S and I have a yummy Surf and Turf (thick med-rare steak with garlic cream sauce topped with king prawns, salad and chips) oh and a Mojito …can I tell you how lovely that was… 🙂 So it’s over and out from me for another night (and here I was thinking I wouldn’t blog whilst away…yeah right Mumsy) I figure if I do this daily I won’t have so much to catch up on when I get back. 🙂 xx
Keep your eyes ever upwards and not upon the skin
or Mags Models and Moi.
So I just returned from getting new tyres put on my car. A “blokey” (Aussie term for man) atmosphere without a female in sight, at least there was a coffee machine.
I sat down in front of the coffee table in the ‘waiting room’ with the not so abundant array of magazines ahead of me. The choice admittedly was rather dismal. Yes, ‘yee har’ there were mags for the boys on tyres, and 4 wheel drives and the like about 5 and 2 mags for the women folk.
Vogue and another glossy high fashion one with Jennifer Anniston on the cover (I remember her) but not the magazine title. I sat with my skirt and T shirt on sipping my machine made latte (taking note this is the 1st warm day we have had since Winter has ceased) so my bare white skin was that of a beacon heralding the arrival of Spring.
Casting my eyes on the pages and flicking through, with stunning photographs (all touched up by the way) of the glamourous models and the expensive haute couture clothing that adorned their silken bronzed bodies. I gazed in awe at how pretty the clothes were and indeed how perfectly unmarked (almost store mannequin) were the models that wore them.
Sadly I looked downwards to my arm holding said magazine and looked at my pale, slightly freckled, corrugated arm that was holding it up. Rearranging my skin so that the corrugation wasn’t on full view (even to myself any longer) I continued glancing through the pages.
The meaning of this post? I have lived in this body for 57 years and as much as it sometimes makes me go ‘ugh’ I have no choice but continue living in it. The models in the mags are all young, stunning, air brushed and haven’t had kids.
I am older, bore 2 children and definitely not air-brushed and for gods sake don’t get me started on my legs! I just won’t look down anymore.