1. That's a really impressive title because I havent noticed much recently. I actually feel like if you tipped me upside down I'd make a 'Mooh' noise, vacant aint the word.
2. My brain is still off on a round the world trip, it seems. Still I have my purse attached to my keys and to a bleeper that goes off when you whistle, so although I am constantly going round the house making piercing squeaky noises, there has been no dire emergency.
3. I woke at 3am to our cat having one of those wailing disagreements with another local tom, right under the bedroom window.
4. By the time I found my dressing gown and opened the back door to go break it up, he had already won. Basically all I did was hold the door open for him like a butler and save him the bother of using the cat flap. Lord muck strolled in like it was natural.
5. I woke again at 3.30 because I left the bedroom door open and cat decided this was a good excuse to come join us - by taking a flying leap from the window ledge onto my head.
6. 4am he had moved to my stomach, or more precisely my bladder and woke me by purring loudly. I spent the rest of the night vaguely aware of a desperate urge to use the loo, but too tired to get up and do anything about it.
7. My husband has had two weeks off work with nowhere to go and instead of going stir crazy he has become progressively more charming and enthusiastic as the time has gone on. I remember that side to him, but seeing it reappear out of nowhere is strangely creepy, and trying to calculate how many microseconds he will have to be back at work before the more usual 'mildly annoyed armchair sergeant' reasserts himself is, um, frustrating.
8. Its not just me thats messing up - the material world is at it too. Things just arent performing to spec.
9. The bathroom light fixing decided to perish and a bit snapped off. The light bulb flew to the hard tiled floor. It never broke and parked itself neatly in a corner beside the bath.
10. Blogger 'create post' is looking very weird all day today and I have had to use a 'blog this' box and delete the thing I linked to, just to do this post.
11. Hotmail is becoming annoyingly good at page errors
12. Yesterday I was the only moderator on the Homeworking Forum all afternoon/evening and in that time it felt like there were a weeks worth of rule infractions.
13. My 22 year old daughter has been over here every other day, either picking up her little brother or sister, or bringing one home and voluntarily taking the other one instead. I have had an entire week with only 1 child in the house at a time.
14. This one is yikky but bloody brilliant - I have found that Jojoba oil (you know, the stuff they go on about having in hair products in microscopic amounts) - the pure product, which is a base oil and has no properties beyond moisturisation, is actually a liquid wax, and it never goes off so you can keep it for donkeys ages (unlike essential oils which last about 12 months once you've let air in). It can be rubbed into a scalp and yet wash out easy enough, leaving hair soft, shiny and conditioned. If your youngest daughter also happens to have played with a couple of nitty Noras whilst out and about, the oil will not only condition the hair, but unglue everything - unstick the eggs and let you get them out with a scurf comb quite easily, so no nasty chemicals which turn the hair to straw and can produce excema, no contributing to the evolutionary development of the supernit (well super head louse) every time one survives to breed and no need to go back and do it again every two days until you have spoiled the lifecycle. I know. I checked. Bliss!
15. Cats are allergic to tea tree oil (melaleuca)
16. Guinea pigs are allergic to buttercups
17. My ten year old son is allergic both to making his own cup of tea, and to money. Oh he loves money, but if he has any, it irritates the hell out of him until its spent. He even made his first ever solo trip to the local sweetshop today, down a hill, round a corner and across a road, just to scratch his itch after his sister gave him a pound. Scary.
18. Bloggers can be lovely - see the three posts below and the comments they got. Wow.
19. My mother is possibly the most wonderful woman and mum in the world. Lets just say that as soon as BT get off their butts and realise I have (miraculously) paid their huge bill, we will have a phone line again, then I can change to Telecom Plus so the next one doesnt hurt so much.
20. I am the only one responsible for my financial and spiritual health. Nonetheless it does seem like as soon as you accept that responsibility, the universe steps in with unexpected gifts like nice people, and help, and luck. I can understand that. I mean, I'd give treats to a kid that didn't expect it a lot more readily than I would to one with his/her hands out all the time. It sort of makes sense whilst still being really very lovely.
And thats pretty much it. Just about everything that has got through to my vacant head, or travelled via my brain on its way back out and actually stuck for a moment or two this past week, has had a 'wow' or an 'uhoh' attached. There were many more, but I have forgotten them, some even from this morning. See point 2. I remember thinking uhoh, but not what about.
I quite like this. There is a certain peace and unnatural optimism to having selective retention. I may not want to live like it permanently, but still.....
Correction. Earlier I made a rambling but hopefully encouraging comment on a really brilliant blog. It had microphones in it. That being all I know now, I went back to check whether I had made any sense at all - wouldnt you? I can't find it. Even the blogger I was determined had written the post (one of my newer interests) is apparently not that blogger. All is lost in the mists, with nothing to satisfy my fully functional pride that my less functional IQ actually even attached the right comment to the right post, or else wrote it out of the blue against something completely unrelated. Cooper King tried to reassure me that I was mentally off preparing for a Eureka moment, but sadly a you loony moment seems much more likely. Oh dear. I want my brain back. Now, please.
10 comments:
Hey,
What a great post. Full of holding your face to the giant fan of life. I especially liked numbers 7 and 14 and the ending 19 through the end. You are a pleasure to read. You let the reader know that a real person is out there somewhere behind the words--a real person that I might like to talk to.
smiles,
me-Liz
Well talk quick because I think if they get me one of those nice jackets that does up at the back, it will come with complimentary meds!
No - thank you - again :-)
Mmmm... Jojoba Oil.
I think I know what your husband is going through. When I have time off I start to feel wonderful and normal again. It usually takes about 12 minutes for me to return to my usual pissy self upon returning to work.
This was very nice, reading all of this funny stuff about you. I think I'd enjoy hearing you mooh and squeak around the house, I'd probably fall on the floor laughing!
your life sounds full & as though it's keeping you very busy. Glad you find time for your blog & for us :)
Thanks I needed to read about someone else's observations of life - I've had a very long day and about to finish up for the night. Sounds like you are doing a great job and no strait jacket needed!!! :-)
Cheryl, I love you, and this post was a delight to read. Here I thought I was that only one who‘s brain chooses to flee from time to time. Do you suppose our brains have gone on sabbatical together? When you find yours, please DO send mine home too, the people around me are missing it.
I have woke up to bed head many times, but CAT head….now that is an experience I have as of yet to discover, and the visual image almost made me pee myself.
Speaking of….needing to make a urinary deposit in the middle of the night, what a frackin bummer! I am always afraid I will not be able to get back to sleep if I go…so ya, I lay there and LOSE sleep because my bladder is full.
Man who is usually preoccupied, but suddenly attentive = creepy/cling on, to woman who is used to preoccupied man.
And, your twenty two year old daughter, she is strikingly beautiful. ”
Aww wow, all of you, thanks - way to take the corners off stage fright! Life really has moments like being on stage without the script right now.
Fineartist: the cat thinks I am mum, even on my lap he will inch up until he has a paw in my hair - he has this 'thing' for it.
Yes my eldest by some miracle of gene mixing turned out with saleable looks that could get her a long way - but try telling her that.
HAND ME THE PHONE!!! I NEED TO SPEAK TO ALEX.
Cheryl,
Lovely blog. I only wish I had stumbled on your jojoba tip about a month ago. Hopefully, now that I know of it I won't need to, ever again. "Nitty Nora" made me chuckle.
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