How sad is life when you pick up a Mills and Boon and read part of your life story in it? Not the lovey, dovey, happily-ever-after bit but the part that has set my life on the path I currently travel, right down to the 'late' dying by automobile?
12 Nov
Having finished the Bs, I take a short break. I'm currently doing over my book cataloge and having done all the non-fiction in my 'playroom', I've started on the 'legs' of my bed. I'm doing the standard sized paperbacks first because I know most of them are in order and therefore much easier to crosscheck on the printed list I have for all my fiction. I'm into the second box at the moment and have just scanned in #178. The first box of 126 books [A to Bloch] is back in place - just 17 more to go [all fiction but not all of the boxes that need doing]. It will be interesting 'when' I can get back on-line and cross-reference them with the Amazon site and anywhere else that might be able to fill in some of the missing info on some of them. There's an awful lot that I can't put name to cover artist for example. I know I'm missing an awful lot of books to some sets but while the authors are still alive and writing, who can hope to keep up! I do get a bit peeved with myself at times for not having completed some sets. Take Mr. Burroughs for example. Whilst I do have all of his Mars and Venus books, I have only 3 of the 7 Pellucidar novels and just 6 of the 26 Tarzan stories [and one of them counts as a Pellucidar, being a cross-over and all].
Ah well, on to the Cs . . .
Oh, and no, I'm not counting the Mills and Boon 'romances' that I'm extracting from the boxes as I go. They will be passed on to some who may enjoy them more [I got most of them for free anyway - why else do you think I'd have them?] I do have some GOOD romance novels but when it comes to 'bubble-gum' reading material, my preferences lie elsewhere. I'm quite pleased to say that I have something from almost every genre [I think] except 'Westerns'. I'm almost positive I have managed to elude that genre to date.
16 Nov
Well, after two small migraine-type headaches [or one that lasted two days - sort of], I've finished up to the Cs. That's 246 books according to the count in the program. I must remember to buy a set of Susan Cooper's 'The Dark is Rising' books for my nephew when he is old enough to read them. Eeep, have just thought about that - will only be in about 2 or 3 years!
I'm so lucky that I'm too old and far too poor. I've been feeling clucky of late.
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worried
Had a burst of writing hit me mid-October so have hidden it behind a cut. Much strangness was encountered in my brain but it may amuse.
Oh, and I've changed my profile page a little.
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Having recently gone through more 'evaluation' of my condition and it being found that I don't 'warrant' in home help [even though I can barely get out of the house] and having to settle for over the phone counselling that, frankly, at this stage, I don't have much hope for it doing any good, I have thought about some of the questions one is asked when approaching anyone for mental help and I think some of them are flawed. For example - Are you feeling suicidal? This is probably the least flawed question. An answer of yes can be explained away with a sincere "But I don't feel like committing suicide right now'.
Asking if a person feels like committing suicide, on the other hand, is silly. If they aren't, well and good and they may not then [or in the future] but if they are truly contemplating it - why on earth would they answer 'Yes'? If the intention is to kill oneself [and not just call attention to one's plight] you don't want anyone to know until after the fact. Outside knowledge could lead to interference and a lack of success, therefore invalidating the true desire for death.
I have yet to be asked if I have a death-wish though. A different strain of thought that could lead to the same conclusion as suicide though I have been asked if I wished to be dead. I also have not [to memory] been asked if I was trying to kill myself slowly. No one seems to think that suicide could be a slow act, performed by abusing one's body in such ways that it is likely to fail all by itself.
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thoughtful
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Friday the 12th Aug
A busy day that started GAWDAWFUL early. Going to bed at 4:30 am is one thing but having to set one's alarm for then... aaargh. I needed to be up then to catch the bus that would get me to my 7am bus to Sydney. Events of the day were as follows
- I saw an upside down wombat balloon.
- I saw a Blue Crane(?) - beautiful.
- I watched a flock of cranes(?) tack along the freeway.
- I didn't spend gobs of money at Paddy's, even though I found a couple of beautiful Vietnamese and Chinese outfits.
- Bit the bullet and finally replaced one of my 'Calvin and Hobbes' books only to discover that a 'Complete Set' is due to be released in October [rrp US$150.00]
- I watched my crown being made by a computer [then paid a wad of money for the placing of said porcelain in my mouth]. Gold/metal crowns are a thing of the past now it seems.
- I have "a rose between two thorns" in my mouth now [according to my wunderbar dentist].
- Had to hang at Pancakes when I got back to Canberra - is it the only place near the bus interchange where one can be warm while awaiting the next bus?
Sunday
I so was going to be good on Sunday, I had every intention of being so. I went to the CD/DVD sale at EPIC to see if they had anything interesting there. Came away with 4 DVDs for a total of $18- and was happy with that. All I had to do was walk back past the Craft and Quilt show and go home. A mission I failed miserably. Above I said I saved gobs of money by not spending it at Paddy's wel, it didn't stay saved for long. Some 38 and 40 cnt fabric, beautiful pure gold metallic thread and new project holder later made a dent in those savings. The portable ironing blanket was a must for my travelling costume box though [or so I'm going to insist on telling myself for some time yet].
And then I forgot to get the birdseed for my new birdfeeder!
Monday
I managed to get my laudry out for an hour or so of sundrying before the rain came. A Blue wren and his mate kept me company while I was hanging everything up. I just need to have the low drone in my left temple to go away now.
Tuesday
Up to Sydney [Parramatta actually] again tomorrow to make up for the appointment I missed 3 weeks ago. At least I wont have to get up so early - just between 6:30 & 7am this time. Hopefully, the bus will also be on time getting back to Canberra - one can only drink so many cups of coffee etc. alone in a month. It does get depressing if you don't have a good book to read.
BTW - it was my meds that were giving me the anxiety attacks etc. Since the dosage was decreased 2 weeks ago life has improved somewhat for me. If my brain continues to improve I may even get my
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sore
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thoughtful - Listening to:my hiccups
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cold
- Mood:
full - Listening to:puter hum
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awake
