My toes are freezing! On the bright side they're not the colour of eggplants like they were yesterday after I got home.
Didn't end up visiting Gene today. He was planning on having an early night and I didn't want to keep him up. So instead I went to the shops and bought some foot pads to cushion the blisters that are forming after the cryotherapy, dog food for the dogs (I'm sure they'll be happier now that they get a mixture of food again) and more socks than you could shake your foot at. I made sure that they were good cotton socks so that they breathe well and I can hopefully avoid this whole pained foot situation again. I also got some rather random sock-like items like the toe covers... just imagine a sock without the heel and leg half of it. It's working out well in terms of keeping my toes warm and the rest of my foot a normal temperature. There's also a foot tube which is about the size of a sweat band but for your feet. I'm not sure why I got them... but I figure it'll be added protection for the blisters.
I do wonder sometimes... here I am getting excited about socks. I knit to pass the time and get rather excited about different wools, silks and cotton (not to mention the different needles and stitches). Sometimes I feel like I should have been born earlier back when all of these things were less strange and spinster related. Then again I can't complain because I have a fantastic guy who is supportive of most of my quirks - what more could you ask for?
I do wonder, but then I realise that I wouldn't change a thing. I am content with my life at the moment. Even when I'm feeling down, I think that I am content with my life. I guess sometimes it seems like it's too much to bear.
Thursday, December 30, 2004
Today has seen a record twelve hours sleep for me, with two short breaks - one at 04:00 to speak to Mum and Dad in Egypt and the second at 09:15 when I let the dogs out. I was hoping that the more sleep I got the more likely I would be able to walk normally again. It worked for all of two minutes before the blister from the liquid nitrogen the doctor applied to my foot started to sting more than I cared to have it do. I take it the ibuprofen has worn off...
I just woke up from a dream where I rode with Gene and Anthony to this decrepit looking place which looked like it was a warehouse in a former life, or at least trying to be so. We parked our bikes (if that's the term for just putting them out of the way) and for some reason chose not to lock them up. (Down the gravel laneway we headed up there was a pub which looked like an old Bridie O'Reilley's but had a cream upper floor, "The Rose and "something I can't remember", looked good if a little empty, there was a small group of people entering as we passed). After heading up stairs my company changed and I was with different friends, Rami and Treens and a few others who didn't really stand out. There was a bar upstairs (there's always a bar) and as with bars in my dreams it was dimly lit with a predominantly blue light with the flicker of small tea light candles glowing at each of the small tables adding warmth to the atmosphere. I was about to follow everyone into the back section to get to the actual bar when I saw that the act was about to start. It turned out that my highschool had some sort of review thing there and Beth, who looked an awful lot like a young Treens started to sing. I'm fairly sure that there were at least two songs that some how merged into one, "Unforgettable" but a swing style. I remember closing my eyes in my dream and swaying to the music. I was really getting into it. Each time I opened my eyes there was a different group of small children doing their school-dance-performance-style moves which really struck home the whole school performance thing. When the song finished there was applause and it was a beautiful moment. Then I woke up.
It's warm in the house at the moment. A sign that it's been a beautiful day outside while I've been curled up asleep in my darkened room. I have the nagging suspicion that either my hayfever is worse up here (I'm feeling lousy and sneezy) or I've got a cold... but I'm not feeling too bad. Just a husky voice and the sneezes. It's hard to tell. I should probably start on my hayfever stuff again.
Gene came to visit me last night and that was wonderful. We lay on the couch and watched TV and had dinner together. I was thinking of heading into town and surprising him at being home except it's 17:47 and he finished work an hour ago... The thought was there. I might head in anyway.
I probably should mention that we live together most of the year, Gene and I that is (pardon any poor grammar). I'm just house sitting at the moment while both my parents and I are on our respective holidays - the difference being I'm not in Egypt. He's had to head back into town for a few nights because of work. We spent the night apart and apparently neither of us slept well and then he came over the next night. It really is my turn :)
On that note, I'm going to attend to things in the world of the living for awhile. Feed the dogs... work out why I'm the only one who seems able to call the landline and get through... visit my man... the usual ;)
I just woke up from a dream where I rode with Gene and Anthony to this decrepit looking place which looked like it was a warehouse in a former life, or at least trying to be so. We parked our bikes (if that's the term for just putting them out of the way) and for some reason chose not to lock them up. (Down the gravel laneway we headed up there was a pub which looked like an old Bridie O'Reilley's but had a cream upper floor, "The Rose and "something I can't remember", looked good if a little empty, there was a small group of people entering as we passed). After heading up stairs my company changed and I was with different friends, Rami and Treens and a few others who didn't really stand out. There was a bar upstairs (there's always a bar) and as with bars in my dreams it was dimly lit with a predominantly blue light with the flicker of small tea light candles glowing at each of the small tables adding warmth to the atmosphere. I was about to follow everyone into the back section to get to the actual bar when I saw that the act was about to start. It turned out that my highschool had some sort of review thing there and Beth, who looked an awful lot like a young Treens started to sing. I'm fairly sure that there were at least two songs that some how merged into one, "Unforgettable" but a swing style. I remember closing my eyes in my dream and swaying to the music. I was really getting into it. Each time I opened my eyes there was a different group of small children doing their school-dance-performance-style moves which really struck home the whole school performance thing. When the song finished there was applause and it was a beautiful moment. Then I woke up.
It's warm in the house at the moment. A sign that it's been a beautiful day outside while I've been curled up asleep in my darkened room. I have the nagging suspicion that either my hayfever is worse up here (I'm feeling lousy and sneezy) or I've got a cold... but I'm not feeling too bad. Just a husky voice and the sneezes. It's hard to tell. I should probably start on my hayfever stuff again.
Gene came to visit me last night and that was wonderful. We lay on the couch and watched TV and had dinner together. I was thinking of heading into town and surprising him at being home except it's 17:47 and he finished work an hour ago... The thought was there. I might head in anyway.
I probably should mention that we live together most of the year, Gene and I that is (pardon any poor grammar). I'm just house sitting at the moment while both my parents and I are on our respective holidays - the difference being I'm not in Egypt. He's had to head back into town for a few nights because of work. We spent the night apart and apparently neither of us slept well and then he came over the next night. It really is my turn :)
On that note, I'm going to attend to things in the world of the living for awhile. Feed the dogs... work out why I'm the only one who seems able to call the landline and get through... visit my man... the usual ;)
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
It's Oh So Quiet
This morning I tried out the alarm clock function on my new iPod. I highly recommend Björk's "It's Oh So Quiet" as fantastic wake up music. The hint of the triangle gives your brain a subtle hint that something is about to happen before the quiet melody of the woodwinds gently ease you into waking. If that didn't grab your consciousness, then the brass section is sure to remedy that! It almost has a snooze function with the quiet sections interspersed with blasts of theatrical music that you really can't complain about. All in all a great piece of music that I love at any time of day (certainly better than a blaring off-key siren) and a cute film clip to boot!
The dogs seemed a little drowsy when I let them out. Particularly Clio. I think she must have had trouble sleeping. I heard her pacing around in the wee small hours of the morning.
Today will be a tough day. I've had about 3.5 hours sleep and I'm aiming to be awake for a few more hours before I undoubtly crash and have a nap. I decided that I needed to go to the doctor regarding my stupid foot which hurts to walk on. I might mention that I've been having trouble sleeping. Then again I'm sure that the sleep patterns being strange have something to do with the recent changes to my social life having moved to the burbs while house-sitting.
I should also go shopping and get some more dog food for the dogs and a set of 7mm circular knitting needles for myself. I also need to put petrol in the car. That will be expensive given the size of the petrol tank and the type of fuel. Oh well, it's a price that I'll pay for the luxury of not having to walk to the doctor's.
The dogs seemed a little drowsy when I let them out. Particularly Clio. I think she must have had trouble sleeping. I heard her pacing around in the wee small hours of the morning.
Today will be a tough day. I've had about 3.5 hours sleep and I'm aiming to be awake for a few more hours before I undoubtly crash and have a nap. I decided that I needed to go to the doctor regarding my stupid foot which hurts to walk on. I might mention that I've been having trouble sleeping. Then again I'm sure that the sleep patterns being strange have something to do with the recent changes to my social life having moved to the burbs while house-sitting.
I should also go shopping and get some more dog food for the dogs and a set of 7mm circular knitting needles for myself. I also need to put petrol in the car
And so this is Christmas...
I was about to say that 2004 has been a big year, but I still haven't really decided whether or not it has.
I suppose my biggest achievement would be having made a decision about what I was going to do with my life, more specifically with respect to my studies. It's one of those significant decisions that will never seem quite as bad written/spoken as it was to make.
2004, the year of the Monkey, saw my:
- first secondment to a professional show (which was awesome and a great learning experience)
- first taste of daily "long" distance travel between two jobs and what it's like to live in a car
- first paid gig on a festival
- first three months of Spiegel
- first debit card
- first festive season without my family
- first full time job (which lasted all of two months before I had a minor epiphany and remembered that I didn't want to work in a call centre for the rest of my life, regardless of how great a place my work place is)
- second dispute (unsuccessful) with a university
- second discontinuation from a university course
- second house move with my better half and our first housemate
Looking back on that, it has been an eventful year, but no more eventful than any others really. It certainly isn't the most eventful year. that would have to have been four years ago when there were a few deaths in quick succession of people that I knew, some more surprising than others.
I'm ready for the new year, as ready as I ever am. Armed with my new organiser with its lovely blue ball point pen and the hope that I will achieve a few of my goals for the year. I'm looking forward to making the most of my year off study.
Having said that, we'll see how I fare when the year actually begins...
I suppose my biggest achievement would be having made a decision about what I was going to do with my life, more specifically with respect to my studies. It's one of those significant decisions that will never seem quite as bad written/spoken as it was to make.
2004, the year of the Monkey, saw my:
- first secondment to a professional show (which was awesome and a great learning experience)
- first taste of daily "long" distance travel between two jobs and what it's like to live in a car
- first paid gig on a festival
- first three months of Spiegel
- first debit card
- first festive season without my family
- first full time job (which lasted all of two months before I had a minor epiphany and remembered that I didn't want to work in a call centre for the rest of my life, regardless of how great a place my work place is)
- second dispute (unsuccessful) with a university
- second discontinuation from a university course
- second house move with my better half and our first housemate
Looking back on that, it has been an eventful year, but no more eventful than any others really. It certainly isn't the most eventful year. that would have to have been four years ago when there were a few deaths in quick succession of people that I knew, some more surprising than others.
I'm ready for the new year, as ready as I ever am. Armed with my new organiser with its lovely blue ball point pen and the hope that I will achieve a few of my goals for the year. I'm looking forward to making the most of my year off study.
Having said that, we'll see how I fare when the year actually begins...
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