Painting

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I had a dream the other night that my teeth fell out. 2 of them. I haven't dreamed about teeth in years. The funny thing about painting is that it never really seems appropriate. It's not a social activity. People seem to think that painters are performers, and maybe good ones are.

But myself, I hate that slight-craning-of-the neck feeling you get from people when you're drawing or painting. It makes me feel like a trained dog when people approach asking me to 'draw them.. '.

We all bin deer

Today's work day started with the usual squabble about who was going to get out of bed first and use the shower, leaving the other one to anther 10mins of bed warmth. I lost. Again.

Been in a funk for the last few weeks, ever since a friend visited. I've been radiating a distinct odour of wasn't my life meant to be different, interesting, some else? Which I decided yesterday had. to. stop. for my own mental health, if nothing else. So decided to do that bloody 40 day yoaga challenge, and pull the proverbial finger out and get moving.

So this morning I managed to do my electoral roll form, post the previous tenant's mail Back-to-sender, ..and write this blog post. It's movement.

For ultimate melancholy music listening .. i highly recommend Sia, an Australian artist from Adelaide. I got into her after seeing her on Rage one night, babbling about being 13 and deciding what job she wanted. Sia Furler - her website
Wiki

And Fuji have brought out their own Polaroid .. Amazon is cheaper than Photojojo, if you do go down that path ;)

Fuji Instax Instant Camera
http://photojojo.com/content/buy-this/the-fuji-instax-instant-camera/
http://www.amazon.com/Fuji-Instax-200-Instant-Camera/dp/B0000C76XK

Moving and all that

We're moving. It's quite strange. There's a long list ToDo, and things that have been crossed off. We packed about 80% of our belonging on Saturday - that's 5 days in advanced. DrP is cleaning things, and checking which lightbulbs need to replaced. And he's getting a little OCD about the planning.. and I'm just watching, partly in amazement, and partly in disbelief.

Dear God, I am so learning from previous mistakes.

Mother, I just killed a man

My mother is in town. For a funeral. And she wants attention. Loads of it. I'm supposed to be flying north to see her next week, having taken leave, and had organised months ago. I was kinda hoping that I'd do the attention thing then.

Funerals are not the best events. They make cheerful people reflective. They make my mother, downright depressed. My sister has moved back home with a bunch of half-grown children, and has found that our mother's grandmothering is very much like her mothering. With less energy.

She's not happy about this. It's not going to be the easiest trip home.

Sunday afternoon

Blink and you miss it.

It amazes me that weekends vanish, and you turn around and it's over. The mystery of the missing weekend. And all weekends seems to contain at least one 3 hour block of time centered on the lounge where one talks about what one should be doing. I just had one of them.

And then you realise it's too late, and you should go to yoga.
Now I'm off to yoga. Hot. Hot sweaty stinky yoga, a that.
Later dude.