Procrastinating

I am about to go to town and pick up the clothes we've had taken up. We have gone a bit mad buying clothes for the trip but we worked out the last time my husband bought some clothes was about 10 years ago so. He wears a uniform and I bring home some casual golf shirts so he subsists on those but he has lost wt so needs some new things. I'm not writing the word any more as I get deluged with crappy w l secrets. I bought a few new clothes quite a few and then realised I need some new jeans. They are really my go to piece of clothing which is sad at my age but old hippies love their jeans. So they need taking up too. I arranged the transport to the airport today and my husband has seen that on our free weekend in London the gated gardens are open and there is a trooping of the colour. Are they unknowingly welcoming him back home!!! Also we applied to go in a draw to see the garden at no 10 Downing st which would be amazing. I'm going to read a book by Winston Churchill after reading The Churchills. 

Wrote this ages ago but that's about all I've been up to apart from the usual golf and knitting stuff I think I will take on the trip but probably won't. Now it's only a week away I'm a bit nervous but I think it will be ok. I'm more homesick at home or in theory. When you're away your too busy. I hope. 

I might have worked my last day at work. See how I feel when I come back. I like looking after the mothers and babies but all the paperwork rule changes and some of the crazies (nurses doctors and patients) are difficult to deal with. I was cranky too, I don't know why which is annoying, I thought maybe there was a full moon or something. 

This is something cheerful the bower bird is back and building his bower in the backyard collecting his blue treasures. 

Forgot

The funny story, there was a prn medication order written which means give as necessary. I couldn't read it and didn't have a clue what it was so I asked everyone on and one of the doctors did they know what it was but no one knew and we didn't know who had written couldn't read the name lucky it was prn and not an order to give as I would have had to try harder to find out what it was. The doc showed us this on her phone.

Just a mull

Over stuff.  We are going to the threatre today via ikea. Which I love of course does Swedish ever grow old nooo. Might get some dining chairs. Looks like the rain is returning. It just goes for a morning and comes back, getting cold as well.

I watched a TV show called Coast and the went to the isle of Skye it looked awfully cold, we are going there, so yesterday went and bought some warmer clothes for travelling. Also got some trousers for husband who is difficult to get to shop they all fitted and a nice jumper thrilled! It isn't long till our trip it's amazing to be able to afford to go such a long way. I'm reading The Churchills still which is taking ages because of Wikipedia etc, looking up all the events and people in the book. Yesterday was scarpa flow and Sarah Churchill, so I read half a page then pages on the Internet it's very good through, very gossipy but then it's what people are interested in people. They are a strange lot through English aristos. Speaking of Our mad monk the PM has introduced titles, even my friend who fancies herself Lady cafoops sometimes thought it stupid. I said I can't believe recent Governor General (a governess) who is a republican accepted it but my friend thinks he pushed her into it because she has never commented on it, he is a bully boy. A liberal club boy from uni they were all like him now he is finally into his mad agenda circa 1970's reactionary. They are not looking like stayers this lot. They keep taking pictures of him in his little speedos disgusting. He thinks he looks good haha. 

Oh I can't write looking at the uck. 

This a new sign that appeared at work it should be called the white ant approach it's really addressed to the patients and means report your nurse to the charge sister if you think their aseptic technique isn't good enough. Only thing is they put it up in the treatment room where patients not allowed, so they are hiding this valuable info from patients or, more likely no one read the thing closely in the tsunami  of mandates and dictates we receive from the desk jockeys of life. One day they will decend from their ivory tower to find some barely qualified person shoving them through the sea of paperwork called healthcare and I will be mulching the garden and laughing that long eternal laugh the universe reserves for human madness. 

Finally notice the buttons are on my lovely cardigan and its cold enough to wear it. 

Rainy day

Do people write more on rainy days, on sunny days you are at the beach, or golf as I would be today. I couldn't face 41/2 hrs of drizzle. It is not very heavy but miserable to play in. Then I think I should play so I get better in the rain for my international tournaments haha. I miss it but I feel so worn out when I play in rain. 

A friend came to stay so I'm just getting over that. Maybe people staying is not my thing. I used to like the idea of visitors but now I kind of get sick of them. Another friend rarely has people to stay she says that's what she likes. This friend is pretty easy going but we stir up a lot of family issues together her difficult mother and mine etc. I feel this uneasiness with her like she is always nervous about being rejected which she has had a lot of in her life. But maybe that makes people reject you if you are always uneasy it makes them feel uncomfortable. Does anyone sail through life with easy relationships?  Maybe not. Shouldn't worry about it the only clear view is the view ahead, turn yourself to face the oncoming time says Don Juan. Like all change easy to say hard to do. 

The lorrekets are having a lovely time in the camellias this one was outside the kitchern window a very cheery sight in the morning.

We went to the open air opera in Sydney on Tuesday. Madam butterfly, lovely lovely. Cho cho San my mother had the camilla cho cho San its flowers were goblet shaped half opened, aptly named like madam butterfly's life. This is a crummy picture but you get the scale of the staging. It was a beautiful night so lucky as we have had so much rain. The harbour and the city looked beautiful.

The hungry ghosts

I went to my friends fathers funeral yesterday. A sweet man loved by his family. Many tears. A long life so no went too young. But you learn that makes no difference to the grief. All the ghosts gather around at funerals all the people you have lost. It was a religious service as he was religious but I don't believe much of that. 

I was reading a story about Japan  after the tsunami how people would see the dead and even talk to them. There are ceremonies to free the hungry ghosts. I guess that's what our funerals are for, to say to the spirit you are free. To say to the still living this person has gone and to acknowledge that. There's been years through where I've lived with the dead, when my mother and father died. I look in the mirror   and see my mothers face, it's disturbing. But I guess if you are going to get through ageing with some joy and happiness you do have to farewell the dead as they are mounting up and look ahead and concern yourself with the living. A lesson I find difficult. My friend would say about her father he would have a friend they'd die and he would go and make another friend. I'll miss him. Now I'm teary again. Here's his cheeky smile, big kid at heart. 

 

It's always a good day

If I have a surf. The water is still warm and very clear, some big waves through. Iced coffee after. 

I'm feeling a bit funny about work, haven't been offered any shifts but then I'm glad too. 

Can you see the shark drawn on the kiosk wall it says stop the shark cull. I agree probably wouldn't in the jaws but it's their world too. A bodyboarder got hit by a dolphin at Bawley Point ripped his wet suit and he got internal injuries I suppose we should kill all the dolphins . 

Silly thing is a cull won't stop a shark attack anyway. 

St Patricks day

We saw a play at the drama theatre at the opera house. It was a farce Noises Off and it was very funny. It was a beautiful night very clear Sydney is such a lovely city.