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I started re-reading (for the gazillionth time) The Princess Bride. (And you know, I can’t decide if the book is better than the movie, they’re both awesome.)
Then when I got downstairs this morning, I saw this in the news feeds:
RODENTS OF UNUSUAL SIZE, anyone?!
(yes, I know there are much bigger rodents around the world. But sheesh, work with me here, ok?)
(Also – FANGED FROGS? How freakin’ cool is that? In a creepy, gawd I don’t ever want to meet one unexpectedly kinda way. Obviously.)
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The journal prompt was “Who in your life talks too much?”
My answer – me. ARRRGH!
Do you think my journal pages are improving?
My tonsils are spotty and I am having a bad fibro flare up – I think I’ll be having another bed day today.
Happy Father’s Day, Dad!
(This was taken in May when I was in Wagga for a visit. Isn’t this vehicle cool? It’s a miniature version of Dad’s vintage car – a 1925 British Leyland Trojan Ute – but this one is designed to run on the little railway at the botanical gardens.)
And here’s my brother, Gordy. His son is finishing high school this year!
Happy Father’s Day, Gordy!
And also a VERY HAPPY FATHERS DAY TO MR BELOVED, who hates being photographed, but is well loved by all the fur and feather kids!
And here’s day 2 of 365:
very attractive, non?
[click through only if you're brave]
For some reason unknown to me at this stage, I am going to take a photo of myself every day for a year, starting today.
So this is what I would look like RIGHT NOW if you could see through your screen all the way to me.
Scary, huh?
I have had sleep problems again – two nights with about 3 hours sleep each, then could not MOVE today. Symptoms of a flare up of the fibromyalgia (I now know that a full hour of Pilates class on Tuesday night was overdoing it. DAMN!)
I have made no art for 2 days.
Also, on Thursday I went to the first Sewing Guild meeting for The Darling Gowns group. Sue did a wonderful job getting this organised and leading the discussion about what we members wanted to do as a group. But as usual, I talked too damn much (arrrgh!) and talked OVER people… it’s one of the worst things I do and it makes me cringe when I realise that I’ve done it. *shudder*
And it was just exhausting – being with people is great, but draining.
And then for some STUPID reason, channel 10 decided to run the finale of So You Think You Can Dance (USA) starting at nearly 11pm!! And you know I loves e some dance, I was determined to watch but sheesh! I was thrilled when Jeanine won ( even though I was dying to know, I didn’t let myself be spoilerised on the outcome!)
Here’s a journal page for ya:
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And that’s it from me today, folks. One cuppa nice hot milk and bed for me!
Oh, and PS – we had a storm last night and actually recorded 25mm of rain at the airport – which tends to be dryer than where we live, but anyhow – that’s the most rain we’ve had since… ummmmm…. well since I can’t remember when! (yes, I know, given my poor memory that doesn’t mean much, but the dams are seriously low still and I think the Level 5 water restrictions are pretty much permanent.)
I was born into a country town full of Italian migrants and their children. I remember using Italian words for naming things with the other kids at preschool there.
The next language I fell in love with was Spanish – thanks to Sesame Street. I told my kindergarten teacher I could SPEAK SPANISH!! which I’m sure must have amused everyone in the staff room.
In High School I studied German.
At university I studied Japanese.
These days, I’m learning poodle.
BUT – I’d really like to learn Spanish. My Mother’s Mother spoke Spanish, I think – (I know very little about Rosita); and my Father’s Father studied Latin at university and then later in life studied and was fluent in German, Italian, and Spanish.
I was making a journal page about all this (pardon for the crappy photo, that’ll teach me to make art bigger than my scanner, eh?!)
[click for big, but the handwriting in ink is just about illegible]
So I’m writing away about my memories of my Grandfather and how I can use the materials I inherited from him to teach myself Spanish, when all of a sudden a dream TUMBLED OUT onto the page:
“…one day I will follow the hummingbirds from Mexico to North America and I will call them ‘Joyas Voladores’ – flying jewels.”
So I’m sitting at the kitchen art table with tears dripping off the end of my nose thinking “I didn’t know I cared about it that much!”
Maaaan this journaling thing is SNEAKY!
And the second, yet! Sheesh!
This month:
I’m sure there’s more but that’s not a bad start.
I went to Pilates class last night for the first time in 8 weeks – maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan! What a GREAT stretch out that was! I’m sore as anything this morning, couldn’t do an early morning training session, but will go in later even if it’s just to walk on the treadmill. Has anyone else ever tried Pilates floor classes? Did you get a lot of relief from aches and pains?
It’s quite cool this morning – August was HOT HOT HOT and now “Spring” (reckoned by the calendar, not by any actual reference to the way seasons work in Australia) is here we’ve had big feather down quilt-a blanket-another handmade quilt- and a hot water bottle as well as my winter jarmies nights. Brrr!
No pic today – I have been slack about using the camera of late!
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No photoshopping – the sky really was that blue!
