7 posts tagged “things on tuesday”

Loathing:

• Flat inspections, and the resultant chaos of spring-cleaning in wintertime
• My dad's admission to hospital last Monday for liver and kidney failure
• My cat suddenly coming down with an unexpected illness that has caused him to vomit twice in the last 12 hours
• Selfish people who think that they're entitled to the pick of the best jobs at my workplace
• Having to interpret the my husband's reply to the e-mail that I sent him last week upon notification of my dad's illness
• Paying to water the garden because the rain has finally stopped
  

Loving

• My spring-cleaned flat ... it's bee-yoo-tee-ful
• My dad's upcoming discharge from hospital with hope of no long-term disability as a result of his illness
• Going to sleep with both cats faithfully cuddled up against me
• Actually having a job, and an upcoming interview for a new job
• The fact that my husband cared enough to reply to my e-mail at all
• The rain has finally stopped for the first time in three weeks, which means we're enjoying some golden winter days
  

Life is very confusing at the moment ... so much so, that last week, I didn't post "Things on Tuesday" at all, whilst this week I'm "Things on Tuesday" early.  C'est la vie

Loathing:

• The death of Yves St Laurent, the modern master of French couture, at the age of 71 after a long illness.  Although he had retired after a career that spanned over four decades in 2002, he is still acknolwedged to have done "more than any other designer since Chanel."  In fact, I heard it said tonight that whilst Chanel gave women freedom, YSL gave women power.  More information on Laurent, his career and his influence on 20th century women's fashion is available here
  
• The fact that I'm having difficulty getting on Vox of late.  I'm able to log in, but my server logs out before I'm able to write any entries or leave any comments on anyone's blogs, which makes me feel very lonely *lower lip hangs out*  Shucks ;-)
• Finding my way around town in my new job.  With petrol prices being what they are, I can't afford the extra 24 kilometres worth of driving for a job that was only 6 kilometres from home!

Loving:

• The bottle of Paris perfume that I bought in honour of YSL's death ... I could sit here and inhale it forever!
  
• Actually being able to post an entry here and say "Hello, fellow voxerettes" :-)
  
• Being accepted into graduate school to complete my Master's in Disability Studies ... *yay* for me!
• Receiving a certificate at work last week for doing a great job for a client who has cerebral palsy.

Ain't it good when the "loves" outweigh the "loathes?" :-)

Loathe:

• Telephones.  I hate talking on them ... they're so impersonal.  You can't get the feedback from a telephone that you can from a person - there's no body language.  I also hate the fact you don't know who is on the other end until you pick it up, at which point it can be too late.  You're stuck in a conversation you didn't want, and have to find some way to politely extricate yourself.  Very anti-social, I know ... but I can't help it.  Note to self:  think of a foolproof excuse to evade unwanted telephone conversations!
• I received a missive from my real estate agent this afternoon with dreadful news.  I am going to have my first "routine inspection" on 19 June.  Given that I'm living with two illegal aliens (otherwise known as Jem and Atticus ... according to the terms of the lease, pets are a big no-no), I have a month to make sure that I remove all evidence of their occupation by said date.  If not ... I shudder to think about what will happen about "if not" coming into the equation!
  

Love:

• It's almost winter now, and yet I'm still able to sit in my kitchen in short sleeves whilst the sun gilds my computer chair with light and warmth.  The cats also like sunbathing on the sink - not very hygenic, but I'm too indulgent to stop them ... and besides, what else was anti-bacterial spray invented for?
• I started solo on my new job today, and I think I'm really going to enjoy it.  I've never worked with older people before, but they have had such interesting and varied lives ... last week I met a woman whose grandmother emigrated from Germany to Russia to work at the court of Nicholas II and Alexandra; today I met a man who never married, and who has lived in the same home from his birth some eighty-odd years ago. 
• I saw a woman at the mall today when I went to the supermarket.  Even though she was in her seventies, she was clad in purple and wore her hair in three plaits - one on each side, and another down her back.  I hope I'm that brave when I get to her age.
• I sat this afternoon in the garden, and remembered the story that my dad told me when I was a kid ... that birds could hear telephone conversations through their feet when they sat on the telegraph wires.  Of course, I didn't know that by this point, the wires had been buried long underground, and even if they hadn't been ...

A head nuzzled into the hollow between neck and shoulder, tail furled around the throat like a scarf, feeling the vibration of an unceasing purr.  Forcing yourself to step back into your own world after reading a favourite tale of fictitious loves that spun on to their inevitable conclusion, leaving you bereft of your vicarious companions.  Steam rising from that first cup of coffee, delivered to the bedside table with the sunrise.  Faded, sepia-tinted wedding portraits, proudly displayed on walls where the once-fashionable paper has begun to peel, on varnished sideboards with slightly chipped scrollwork, on rickety wooden easels that have seen better days.  A voice that mellows from annoyance to affection.  Water soaking into the soil for thirsty roots to drink, delivered by a soil-streaked hand with dirt-encrusted nails.  A dog's head hanging out the window, tongue lolling as he smiles because the wind is tickling his whiskers.  The aroma of savoury home-cooked meals, clean laundry dancing on the line, Vanilla Fridge Wipe on the countertops.  Strains of Billie Holiday singing "... I'll be seeing you, in all the old familiar places that this heart of mine embraces ..."

Memories, old and new, lost and found.

I feel a fool, for seeking love in all the wrong places when all along, it was staring me right in the face.  I just didn't care to see it.

I'm late.  I know I'm late.  In fact, I'm proud to declare that I've run late every day this week.  However, I've been informed by my new employer that time of service is not guaranteed.  Therefore and ergo, I'm attempting to run late every day so that I can work on my oversensitive guilt neuroses in relation to punctualilty.  I figure that by the time I officially start work on 19 May, I will have overcome it.  In fact, given that I completely forgot that "Things on Tuesday" is actually due on, well, Tuesday, I believe I may be well on the way ;-)

I was asked out on a date for the first time in more years than I care to remember.  *Cheer!!!!!*  However, because I'd already made arrangements for last night, I had to refuse. *Jeer!!!!!*  Nonetheless, I was courageous enough to call him today and we negotiated to try and hook up next week.  *Cheer!!!!!*  I must admit, it was one of the most scary moments of my life.  The only way I could do it was to simply look up the number and simply dial it, hoping he would answer.  I'm glad he did though - the more I speak to him, the lovelier I think he is.

I started my new job this week.  *Cheer!!!!!*  However, in order to work without supervision in the field, I have to sit on my backside for seven hours a day being talked at.  *Jeer!!!!!*  This, apparently, is called "training."  Needless to say, I am not a fan.

However, there are advantages to "training," such as a one hour "lunchbreak."  *Cheer!!!!!*  For the first time in my working life, I was able to go SHOPPING.  *Cheer!!!!!*  I bought a new pink shirt, with a laced bodice and white trim for $20.  *Cheer!!!!!*  I also found a lovely white cotton shirt with a mandarin collar, embroidered in red and blue, that begged to be taken home and worn on next week's date.  *Cheer!!!!!*  However, due to its price tag of $80, I had to leave the poor orphan on its hanger at Colorado.  *Jeer!!!!!*

All things considered, I think the "Cheer!!!!" factor outweighs the "Jeer!!!!!" factor, so a good week is being had by all.  So endeth the post :-D

Things I Loathe:

• Waiting for the phone to ring.  I'm not all that sure about the new horse, but I'd still like him to gratify my ego with at least a text message.
• My landlord's inability to understand that a furry friend or two around the house is as necessary to me as breathing itself - in other words, my kitties are illegal immigrants!
• Dial-up internet ... so s-l-o-w ...
• The colour grape, which seems to be dominating the latest fashion lines.
• My hair - I need to book a haircut!
  

Things I Love:

• The aroma of the neighbour's clean washing on the line.
• The fact that I can walk out of the house, and it will be in exactly the same state as I left it upon my return.
• Snuggling up under my freshly washed quilt for eight hours of blissfully uninterrupted sleep.
  
• The scent of Vanilla Fresh after I've cleaned the house.
• Whittling down the number of entries on my old blog from 255 to 235 in the last three days.