Friday, September 17, 2021

Chop Chop Chop

I get my hour of exercise over and done with early. Twice around the park. Black women singing in my ears.

I spend the rest of the day cutting down the collapsed creeper. It really is a fuck up. No, seriously. I get stuck in. Sam comes out and chop, chop, chops too. It seems daunting. But it’s not. Time consuming? Kind of? Not really, as I had it all done but early afternoon. Well, not cleaned up, it is still lying all over the ground. But it is cut down. Detached. Shit is still everywhere, but it just needs to be cleaned up. Easy. I’ll get to it.

I still got dirt in my hair and scratches on my shins.

That was my Friday.

Bruno seems better. Even if he was determined to lick the blood off my leg.

Time to catch up my blog. And order a few movies on eBay. I lit a fire and burnt the dead bits of the creeper in my fire place.

The scabs from the scratches (from the day the creeper came down) on my forearms feels like braille.


Thursday, September 16, 2021

Bruno's Been Sick

Bruno has been sick. It started yesterday, or maybe the previous evening.

First of all, it sounded like he had something caught in his throat, which he couldn't clear. We had just fed him drumsticks and wondered if that was the problem, which was concerning. We've always fed him drumsticks, though, so it wasn't like it was anything new.

So, my day off, time to take him to the vet. I was going to start cleaning up the collapsed creeper, but what can you do? The creeper would have to wait.

I called my vet to book Bruno in, however, my vet is booked out until mid October. Mid October? What? Apparently, there is a state wide shortage of vets. They've all gone to their Portsea beach houses to wait out the pandemic.

There is another vet that I go to if I can't go to my vet, (I don't go to the local vet as they tend to charge double the vet I go to, which is a 20 to 30 minute drive. Dogs first, carbon footprint second) so this morning I headed to my alternative vet, (also a 20 to 30 minute drive). It doesn't take bookings, it sees everyone on a first come first serve basis from 9am. So, I drove for half an hour and got there at 9am.

The covid procedure was to call from the car park upon arrival, so that is what I did.

The receptionist sounded stressed out, she said would put me on the list.  "I have to warn you, there is something like a one and a half to two hour wait. And it is $180, plus any medication."

“A 2 hour wait?”

“Yes, it has been crazy here. We will call you when we are ready for you.”

Two hour wait, I thought. I got Bruno out of the car for a wee. Then I settled back into my car seat, somewhat unwillingly, for the wait.

$180? Two hours in the car. Well, at least the sun was shining.

$180? Even my local vet that seems to be able to out charge anyone wouldn't be charging that much, I was sure.

So, I called my local vet and the cheery, relaxed voice told me they were taking appointments.

"Oh, great."

"I could fit you in today."

"What time would that be?"

"I have an appointment at 3pm."

“And how much is it?”

“$89.00.”

I left for home. Well, that was a success, I thought, as I started my 30 minutes drive home.

Mid morning, I was home again. Just time to go for my hours walk.

I ordered some fertiliser from Bunnings on a click and collect basis. My understanding of the instructions was make the order one day and pick them up the next day after 9am. I ordered them on Saturday, and hadn't heard until I got back from my walk, time to pick it up. So, I was just going to drive straight down after my walk and pick it up. 

Sam couldn't believe I was driving, but I reassured him I was as I just wanted to be quick. "Well, if you are going to drive, we can go shopping at the same time."

So, then it was shopping. Grrr!

And then lunch.

I walked to the vet at 3pm. And I was seen immediately. And for half the cost of what it was going to be this morning.

I got home at 4pm. And finally, it was time to get stuck into the collapsed creeper. I walked out and looked at it, and considered how I was going to approach it. And sighed. "Oh, fuck it," I said out loud. And I headed inside and lay on the couch.

Some days you win, some days you lose, and some days you chase your tail looking for a better deal. Life, hey?


Wednesday, September 15, 2021

My Morning in the Office

I’m up early, I’m always up early. I sign into work early. 7am. Blah, blah, blah, that’s what my brain does when I think about work.

I ate my breakfast and then get my lazy arse out the door early and go for a walk for an hour. (30 to 60 minutes walking a day reduces the risk of heart disease by 40%, I repeat that to myself and it gets me up and gets me walking) You’ve got to love working from home.

The sun is shining.

Head phones in, I shut the front door. As I step up to the lights at Nicholson I tripped on nothing in particular and fell forward grabbing a post to stop myself, just as a car whizzed by. I could feel the slipstream of the car blow against my face. Wow, I think, that is how accidents happen so easily.

It’s a lovely day not to fall in front of a speeding car.

Twice around the park and home again and that is an hour.

There is a hot boy with beefy arse in tight tan pants drinking coffee on the first corner of the park. Nice, I think. Soldier on.

Walking down Rathdowne Street a guy jogs passed me from behind. I am lost in my walking world, singing to myself, enjoying the fresh air. The next time I look the jogger is half way around the park on the other side. How did he do that? I wish I could still jog, but if I do I get a shin splint in my right leg which makes it almost impossible to walk, let along run.

Obese boy walks towards me in black, good for him, he is out every morning exercising, along the Rathdowne Street end of the museum.

9.30am. I’m home again. Back to my office for my rest of my day at work.

After work, we take the dogs for a walk.

How come I am putting on weight when I am doing all this walking, I think?


Tuesday, September 14, 2021

Monday, September 13, 2021

Mandarin Monster

I’ve turned into a mandarin monster. No, that doesn’t mean I am displaying the characteristic of a tyrannical Chinese emperor, no. It means I have developed an addiction for the small orange fruit.

They are my favourite thing at the moment.


Sunday, September 12, 2021

Not Everything Goes To Plan

I trimmed the creeper on my back face, it was the day for it. It has needed to be done for, well, years. It was a huge knot of a mess of over grown creeper. I thought now was the time to do it, being spring and all. I was going for a trim, cut it back to the back fence, and I managed  to rip it right off the wall completely. It, essentially, came crashing down on my head, except for the metal ladder I had next to me which stopped it clobbering me one, and which is still stuck under the bulk of it. Yay, good for me.

I was wearing a short sleeved shirt and managed to scratch both of my forearms extensively. I didn't notice that until I was done and I saw the blood. 

My folding metal ladder is still stuck under the remaining pile of creeper, which I still have to cut up, and it isn't supposed to get wet, and it has rained heavily since I finished. 

It is going to take me a couple of weekends to clean it all up. And what I have cleaned up is in a pile behind my car, good thing I don't need to drive it, or have I driven it for weeks.

If I pull the ladder out, the rest of the creeper will be ripped off the wall and will hit the ground, so I am not really sure how to tackle it now. I'm probably going to have to cut it at the wall, to let the rest of it fall without it pulling any more down.

I don't know, I am going to have to stare at it for a while to decided what to do?


Saturday, September 11, 2021

Worrying

I woke up early, 5am, I couldn’t sleep. I never used to have a problem sleeping. I still don’t really compared to a lot of people. 

I seem to be worrying about the things I haven’t done. I am worrying about things I have done. I seem to be suffering from anxiety about stuff more and more as I get older, when I never used to get anxious about anything. When I had things to worry about when I was younger I never did, and now I, essentially have no worries, I am anxious more and more.

I don’t know why.

Perhaps, it is just me.

Maybe it is because the world wants to talk more and more and more and more and more?

What happened to silence?