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Coffee in April

If we were having coffee, I would apologize for not being around so much recently. Being polite, you would ask what I’ve been up to, and I would say well, nothing much. However, on a flip-through of my journal for the month of April, the following is revealed:


I was sorting books (yet again) and found:

Let’s Pretend This Never Happened‘ (Jenny Lawson)

“…she learns that life’s most absurd and humiliating moments, the ones we wish we could pretend had never happened, are the very same moments that make us who we are.”

Jenny Lawson is a blogger.

I often get cold feet about my own blog. I do value it, so could try again with a simple coffee post.


I want to keep the large padded footstool if possible, and had the sudden impulse to stick a blue Post-It note on it. That reminded me of Frasier telling his father and brother to put labels on the things they most wanted to inherit. The father thought it was a bad idea, and refused, but Niles had great fun sticking labels everywhere.


Looking around the internet, I find a lot of people fall asleep during Blade Runner. I was no exception. When I woke I was very confused… I thought it was morning, and wondered if Mum had got up yet. I couldn’t remember seeing her today at all, or anything else that might have happened. Slowly it came back to me that she had indeed got up, and had done things like set the robohoover to work.


I’m disoriented these days. It’s intensified because small plans are mooted, then suddenly change and I’m not informed, and I find myself working towards something that’s not going to happen, or isn’t going to happen the way I think, which changes everything…. It’s funny how people leave you out of the loop, then look at you as though you’re the bat with crazy ideas.


Mum’s just got up from her nap and is drinking caffeine-free instant coffee. She hasn’t drunk instant for years, so that took me by surprise. I didn’t even realize it was caffeine-free… I just thought it was good thinking on her part to buy a replacement when I was about to run out. I ran out today… so (feeling somewhat cheated) I said “we need more.”

I now have a silver tin, while Mum has the gold. Why does ‘caff free’ get to be gold??


Part-way through watching the Artificial Intelligence AI DVD on Mum’s TV while she was napping, which I’m not encouraged to do, I got tired minutes before she reappeared. I turned it off and left the TV on, so all she saw was snooker, which she’s still watching.


I love the teddy in AI… that’s why I bought it. The part of the story that’s painful is how the robo-boy has been imprinted on one human (his ‘mother’) and that’s an irreversible process, even though he’s likely to live a lot longer. If returned to Cybertronics after imprinting, they would have to destroy him. Rather than do that, they abandoned him in a wood with Teddy, and told him for his own safety not to go to Cybertronics or any large group of people.

But was that kind?

At the end of the film, it was easier for the boy to lose her forever while knowing he was loved, than to lose her heart and her mind… even knowing she was still alive somewhere. I didn’t understand that when I saw it before, but think now that I do.


Part of the problem with people now is that they expect perfection. All you need to do is check out one of those B&B TV reality shows… they knock marks off if there’s no TV or they have to share a bathroom, and they complain about dustbin men at 6 a.m.

Then there’s the perennial “there was a small spider in the corner.”

It makes you wonder.


I need to be consistent in myself, and that means doing what comes naturally to me. Saying what seems right to me. I’m confused enough without there being added confusion… an alien dynamic.

I run into fears I might overdo emails. After all, people are busy. Or they do all their communicating on diddly little iPod Shuffles. So I delay my responses, cut down a lot, and do so much self-editing that the authentic me isn’t coming though.


From my horoscope for April 25:

“Nearly everyone seems on edge today…. Unfortunately, you could inadvertently kick a hornet’s nest if you are careless with your words. Author Pearl Cleage wrote, “Discomfort is always a necessary part of the process of enlightenment.””

Overnight I had a Eureka moment that I’ve since forgotten. I don’t know if it was real or dreamed…


I hoovered downstairs (and the stairs themselves) and polished the tables, and felt tired the whole time, as though doing it was little short of a nightmare! I hope that book about the art of Japanese tidying is right when it says that when you finally get your possessions down to a more manageable level and tidy them away into their designated spaces, keeping the whole house clean will be easier and more fun.

“Those items that bring you the most joy, such as your divorce certificate, should be kept in your power spot. Every house will have its own power spot. To find yours, close your eyes and joyously chant: “Where’s my power spot?” If the answer does not come to you then you aren’t chanting joyously enough.”

A little while ago my iMac failed… or rather, one small component in it failed, which means the whole 27″ 30.5 lb weight of it (and some of the software on it) is scrap. I used to paint in that corner; create and maintain databases, organize my photo collection, back up my iPad, listen to music…

I haven’t been there since the iMac failed, and have felt confused and disgruntled ever since. I got a new computer but haven’t turned it on. I don’t know if it will run the software I’m used to running, and the thought of installing it all over again makes me not want to go through the process at all. However, without that resource, I don’t feel ‘me’ any more.

It’s time I addressed that, and brought my ‘power spot’ back into play. Today.


The hill out the back gets manure put on it annually. You go out into the garden and it’s suddenly reeking. I have thought a few times the cats were overdoing it…


A while ago when I suggested buying Sharpe books on Kindle for her birthday, Mum said no, she can’t concentrate enough on reading.

More recently, I took a pile of books downstairs to go to charity, and some time later thought “that’s funny, the pile looks smaller!” I peeked in Mum’s room, and she’d taken a book (The Vital Spark) and put it in her book rack.

That made me happy. 🙂

She’s also finished a slim library book by Ann Cleeves and bought herself a Kindle book.

It all makes me happy and I feel calmer. Also, today it was sunny. Rather cold, but the sun was gold on the trees and blossoms… just lovely.

I’ll miss it here.

Posted in My Cats

Something’s Afoot

Without thinking, I’m still leaving my bedroom door open – just enough to give me privacy, and just enough to let Sharky go in and out. I don’t think I could close the door completely now; I’d feel claustrophobic.

A couple of nights ago, I was vaguely aware of a cat sleeping on my bed (Molly, judging by the weight) but by the time I woke in the morning, she had gone.

Last night she was sitting on me and got very annoyed when I got up to do some cleaning. She tried to keep me on the sofa by refusing to get off. I left the room and said “she wouldn’t let me leave,” and Mum said “I know, I heard her grumbling.”

I didn’t – interesting.

But Molly would be even more annoyed if she knew WHY I was cleaning upstairs… and why I took Sharky’s bed back to my room (after having sadly taken it out)… and why I wouldn’t let Mum remove his cat food from my sitting room upstairs.

Mysterious things are afoot.

Posted in Life and Family, My Cats

Light Burblings

Mum stepped into the house today, sniffed appreciatively, and said “mm, it smells nice in here.” I was surprised because all I had done was:

(1) run washing machine and hang some stuff up to dry
(2) run dishwasher
(3) wash down the front of the washing machine even as it sloshed
(4) sweep hall and kitchen
(5) shake out a few rugs
(6) open the back door to let the air flow in
(7) waste time on the computer

I hadn’t even made a start yet on washing the floor, even though I had swept it.

It’s like being asked what’s that nice perfume you’re wearing, when you’re not wearing any! I don’t know what the nice smell was around the house, as I didn’t notice anything particular. Maybe it was the cherry blossom from the trees swishing through the open door into the house, or the washing powder from the clean clothes, or the stuff I washed the washing machine with – it’s very good at cutting through any stale smells or even catty smells. It could be the improved feng shui with all the extra space for energy to wriggle around in. My attic is almost empty now, and the feng shui must be having a ball up there. All it has to stop it in its tracks is:

(1) a heavy suitcase full of clothes
(2) two Christmas trees trying desperately to pretend they’re one
(3) a box of collectable china
(4) an aerobics step, destined for the auction room
(5) a large empty chest which was there when I moved in and I never put anything in it

Or the freshness could simply be that I only have one cat now, instead of four…

Talking of the cat, when I went to bed last night, he was already relaxed on the downie. I got my book and put it on the bed. (Picture me carrying it to the bed towards Sharky). He reached out for it with a paw, his gaze eager. It was laid down beside him, and he patted it in satisfaction, as though to say, “yes, we absolutely must have The Book.”

The minute I crawled into bed, he was on the move – oozing up the downie and into my arms. He snuggled down with his head pillowed against me, gazing up with stars in his eyes, purring. He’s always been affectionate but I was a little taken aback. I smiled, and talked at him, and he reached out a tender paw and tapped my mouth. A few claws came out and he trailed them tenderly over the lines of my face, at which point I started laughing outright. It didn’t seem to put him off.

Today Mum came over and he went and sat with her, and I said “he’s been so soppy recently. I wonder if he’s missing Fusspot.”
“No, no!” she said. “He’s enjoying every minute of being the only one.”

Maybe. I suspect it’s a bit of both. When I’m away from the house (dog-walking or something), he’s all alone here. The neighbouring cats were around a lot, often sneaking into my house the minute my back was turned, but I’ve not seen them for a few days now.

Comments for this entry (during its previous life on Blogigo):

1. Bunnyman wrote at Apr 17, 2007 at 02:23: All those cleaning achievements are enough to put me to shame. Yesterday I managed to hoover half a room before getting distracted by a book I forgot I had. Sound’s like the computer’s lucky it didn’t get a little polish as well.

That fresh smell of Spring is definitely in the air. There’s a very long, wide avenue of blossom trees here and although they only flourish for a short while, they really do brighten things up. I wonder whether Sharky’s feeling some of this Spring sweetness?

2. Jo (kitschkitten) wrote at Apr 17, 2007 at 03:27: Awww – kitty cat love. I used to have a cat, Gary, who used to always gaze into my eyes and touch my face with her affectionate paw. Gigi has started doing this a bit lately now too. I love the face touch. It really warms the cockles…

3. drifting wrote at Apr 17, 2007 at 07:49: The actions of your cat seem to mirror mine. He was in a cattery while I went up north, then he was alone for two nights while I went to my brother’s. He’s been very affectionate ever since. He has been smooching and purring at every available opportunity, including sitting beside me while I browse the net and slept on my bed last night, something he doesn’t normally do. Poor thing must have missed the company.

4. Diddums wrote at Apr 18, 2007 at 01:31: Bunnyman: I do that all the time – get sidetracked! Not usually once I’ve got the hoover roaring, but both before and after…

Jo: When a cat pats my mouth, though, I wonder if he’s saying “shush! You talk too much!” I remember someone saying whenever she started singing, her cat would place his paw firmly on her mouth.

Drifting: that does seem to be it then – he must get a bit lonely when I’ve gone off for the day. The night that he was being particularly soppy, I had been out walking the dog. Well, he won’t be alone for long… not sure what he’ll make of Mum’s cats, or what they will make of him!

5. Pacian wrote at Apr 18, 2007 at 15:34: When my cat’s lonely he just meows, knowing that I’ll come shower him with affection if he does so.

6. Diddums wrote at Apr 18, 2007 at 18:33: Ah – I’m definitely coming back as a cat in my next life! That is, if I can’t be a blogger again…

Posted in Hearing Loss

Irate Dishwasher

I just had a strange experience. I went into the kitchen with a mug and opened up the dishwasher to put the mug inside, forgetting the thing was already in the middle of a wash. I didn’t hear it. I had a bit of a shock when I saw all the water and soap sloshing around. It paused and seemed to glare at me, as though to say “do you MIND?” and I backed away, hastily shutting the door and apologizing. I felt as though I’d walked in on it in the middle of a shower.

Still embarrassed.