Monday, January 22, 2018

January 22. Day 22. Hair today

 My "colourist" told me today that she loves doing my hair because I always do something different. Clearly she hasn't been at the salon too long because I'd had variations on the same style for about three decades until about last October. I was sick. I was tired and something needed a quick fix. The thing with hair is it grows. If you don't like it, time will heal. I cut my hair shorter. I dyed it brown and added purple streaks. Not bad I thought but I could do better. Next time I said "keep the purple but let's go blond".  The result was more corn than blond. That, the "colourist" told me, was because there is only so much bleach your hair will take in one go unless you want to kill it. One more go and you'll get very blond. Bring. It. On. Then came the question of the streaks. I nearly went purple again but at the last minute had a change of heart. "Pink," I said. "Pink?" she asked. "Are you sure?". Sure. Rule one. If you don't like it, remember time heals all bad haircuts. But honestly I think it's me. I may think differently the first time I wash it but for the moment, I'm pretty in pink.

Sunday, January 21, 2018

January 21. Day 21. The holiday is over

School's back tomorrow. Once upon a time, that sort of thing used to bother me greatly. I've grown out of it, or more specifically my son has. I hated the end of holidays. I also hated things such as ironing uniforms, polishing school shoes and covering books. Therefore, I put it off . The day before school returned I would have been at home frantically doing these things instead of enjoying the last moments of summer. Clearly others are far more organised.
The pool at South Bank was still being well used by families late this afternoon. Tomorrow it will be back to situation normal. Traffic will go through the roof, shopping centres will be empty in the middle of the day and the rates of holiday apartments will fall. So the holidays are over for others but mine are about to begin. I can't wait until Saturday.

Saturday, January 20, 2018

January 20. Day 20. Card carrying

You can always expect a bit of crazy when the family comes around. Actually, you can expect a whole lot of crazy which is what makes it so enjoyable.
Tonight was no different.
It was a belated family celebration for the 20th birthday of the person Formerly Known as Drama Teen.
There was pizza and play on the table. Cards Against Humanity would have to be the most politically incorrect game ever invented which is why the kids (young and not so young) love it.
The crazy competitive streaks were on display as well as a great deal of good humour.
And then we all took up a seat for a movie night.
The movie was good. Watching it in company made it even better.

Friday, January 19, 2018

January 19. Day 19. It's a pelvic thrust

I have seen Rocky Horror both the stage and the picture show many, many times. You know pretty much exactly what you are going to get. Lots of pelvic thrusting and lewd behaviour. Tonight was guaranteed to be the same but different. Tonight was a bit of an unknown. The lead was replaced just before the Brisbane season. The understudy gets the big break every understudy always dreams of. And while all eyes are always on Frank in the Rocky Horror Show, this changes everything.  There's a very different dynamic, especially as the original Frank stood down because of accusations of inappropriate conduct. I feel torn, and this has nothing to do with the fact that I've seen and delighted in Craig Mclachlan's performance as Frank before. What worries me is a seemingly impossible balancing act. You must have zero tolerance for abusers. You must have zero tolerance for those who seek to cast doubt on whistle blowers or victims. But we must also hold dear a presumption of innocence until proven guilty. This is a moral imperative not just a legal one, and it applies to the court of public opinion as well as trial by media not just in the law courts in my book. I wish this was possible. I don't see how it is. It's a question for greater minds than mine. In the mean  time in the best theatrical tradition, the show must go on. Not doing so would be to victimise the rest of the cast and all the other creatives and others in the entertainment industry invested in the show. And Brisbane came out frocked up and ready to do the Time Warp again.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

January 18. Day 18. A hard day's work

Rest break at South Bank

They say hard work never killed anyone. Nonsense. I have proof, although not my hard work obviously. It goes like this. Yesterday some lovely men cleaned all the glass around my home. Glass panels on the deck, glass panels down the outdoor steps and around the whole rear garden. There's glass all around the pool. Put it this way, the saying about not throwing stones in glass houses could apply to me. The glass was really dirty. Thanks to the hard work of the window cleaners it is now sparkly clean. And thanks to that hard work a lorikeet is now dead. It smacked into a glass panel. It is no more. It has ceased to be. It's shuffled off this mortal coil, kicked the bucket, pushing up the daisies and everything else Monty Python had to say about dead birds. Fortunately, I wasn't home and didn't have to deal with the poor things remains. I was at South Bank looking at very much alive birds when I received the photo from the Person Formally Known as Drama Teen. "Is it dead?" I asked. "Just pinin' for the fjords," he said. Good work.

Wednesday, January 17, 2018

January 17. Day 17. Welcome back

 It's rather special to have one's own cheer squad.
If you are a B List celebrity having people following you around watching your every move might be tiresome. That's a one way transaction. With my fan club it's quite different. The dogs are always pleased to see me and they make their joy known. Dogs can't slam doors, or use rude words or bully you either in real life or in the cyber form. They are pretty bloody good at letting you know if they want food, or water, a pat or a walk or a game of ball but mostly just having you around is enough. There's something special about being greeted when you return from checking the mail box to a greeting as if you've been out of the country for a month. I pretend  hate cats. I don't. I'm just allergic to them so tend to keep my distance. As a result, I really know very little about cats as pets but I can't see how anything can match a dog as a pet, other than two dogs. There's a reason they are considered man's best friend.

Tuesday, January 16, 2018

January 16. Day 16. The shape of water

It's a hideously cliched thing to do but I'm trying to cleanse my life as a new year's resolution kind of thing. This involves both my person and my home. The body work is not yet proceeding at a cracking pace but I have started walking again, I've started to tackle a few medical issues.
The first Lite and Easy order has been lodged. It's a start. The domestic front is proceeding a little faster. Days of repairs, carpet cleaning, window cleaning and a world championship purge of clothes, books and DVDs. With the assistance of a cleaner, a mowing man, a carpet cleaner, a window cleaner, a pest control man and a handyman things are starting to sparkle around here. A new lounge suite should be arriving by the end of the month, there are new cushions on the balcony furniture and new linen in Oliver's room (turns out the room also has carpet on the floor. It's been such a long time since I've been able to see it, I wasn't sure). There's a long way to go but I feel progress. I also feel tired. But the beach beckons. 10 more days and I'll be back at the coast in what never fails to deliver the best type of cleanse of all, that of the soul. For now South Bank, where these photos were taken, is the closest I get to the beach. It will do, for now. Then in February it's back to work to cleanse the credit card statement.