The Internal Dialogue

I don't know about you, but I seem to have an internal dialogue I find almost impossible to shut up.

I get up early in the morning. Let out the dogs. Fill the jug for coffee- no fancy stuff for us, just good old instant. The days of filtering & espressoing are over. Gom's Cappucino machine rests quietly in the back of a cupboard. His days of making exotic brews are done.

The filter machine is resting there too. Too much hassle to bother with it. Now that we only have about 2 coffees a day, maximum, we dont bother about fancy.

All the while I am talking to myself, inside. ( I assure you, I dont usually talk to myself aloud- yet!) I am promising myself all sorts of nice things.
I will just have a look at the emails.
I will just check a few blogs, perhaps make a small comment or 3?
I will check out my own blog. See if any nice people have called to comment.
I will laugh a little, or cry, at other's news.
I will have my shower, & perhaps dream up a post.
I will definitely get some sewing done today. I know just what I want to make...but then there is...or perhaps...
Well, while I make up my mind, another quick check of blogs, while I eat my breakfast. Take the pills to keep the blood pressure normal. Gah I hate this rain, we have had enough. I need some dry air to breath.
Just read one more blog, then do some house work. Groan. There is ironing that needs attention. I can get by without that shirt, it can wait, I have a Tshirt that will do just as well. We have no car, I wont be appearing in public. It wont matter if I look like a refugee from the Sally bin.

The sudden dogs' barking noise interrupts the 'conversation'. Why are they rushing down the stairs, acting like they have never had a lesson in how to behave?? Door is opening. In the midst of doggy dilerium, in walks our lovely Granddaughter. She is wringing wet, perspiration is running down her face. No it isn't raining just at the moment. She has just walked all the way from SG's school, to our house. It is a very steep climb, & it is a very very humid morning. Her work uniform is soaked.

Off with her shirt, into the washing machine. Towels to dry the wet. She has time to wait for her clothing to dry. She starts work later.

Tragedy has struck though. With the damp, her glorious hair has become BIG. She hates it. It springs into curls, & goes, to use her word, POUF! She has anticipated this, & has brought her hair straightener. A dreadful weapon that Nanna hates. I love her beautiful untamed thick hair. Of course the fashion is for sleek flat & straight. Humidity is her enemy.

While she waits for her clothes to wash & dry, she is straightening her poor hair.
The POUF has to go, the little curly tendrils that rest upon her neck, must all be straightened out! Not so much as a small ringlet is to be left curly.


All the layers must be pinned up, the bottom tortured & straightened.
This Taming the Fuzz takes a long time, & a lot of energy.

It is getting there. Just have to get this front bit straight!!


Here we are. Tamed at last! Even the wayward tendrils have been heated into submission.

Clothes dry. Redress. Off to walk to work. Taking the Brolly, which has done overtime for the past 2 days.


Yesterday Gom got a bee in his bonnet over something. He tried making phone calls, but could not understand or hear the Ms Bollywood who, he said spoke English quite well, but he was unable to hear her. It was a Govt Dept, so he doubts he was speaking to India.

He decided to go & 'see someone' about it. We did not have our car. So off he went in the rain. Using the Brolly. He caught the bus. He attended to his business, decided it was too long to wait for the bus home, so he walked home. IN the rain. The Brolly being rather inadequate. He was wet all over when he arrived. If he had only waited till today or tomorrow, he would have had our car back. Stubborn old man!!

All the while he was gone, I talked to myself about siezing the opportunity to sew. I even got the cutting mat out, the fabrics. I got a really strong headache, & it wouldn't go away with drinks of water.

I gave up, took 2 Paracetamol, & just rested. I still have it today. I dont get headaches often, so maybe I'm 'Sickening" as we used to say. Yes, yes, I hear you.

This morning, before Granddaughter arrived I got out the ruler, & the cutter. Maybe tomorrow I will even get something cut!

Other efforts to sew have been thwarted by the temptation of DVDs to watch. We have seen rather a lot recently.
"Atonement" was very very good. We both enjoyed it, but I would defy a woman not to like it. Great acting, great clothes of the period. Really liked everything about it. 11/10.





This is a little 'odd shot', for today.
I really like this little Buddha. I got him for $1 at the Anglican Church fete sale. It makes me smile to think of it, every time I look at him. Somehow it pleases me no end. He lives on my kitchen window sill, & I smile at him every day. (sometimes I talk to him- out loud!)
The pot is one my Son painted. He did some really nice ones, & I was keen for him to do more, but he drifted onto other things.

I think the little plant was a garage sale find. It just seemed to suit SB's pot, & lives on the windowsill, along with Bud.

j d lang, Till the Heart Caves In.