I have read Margo Lanagan’s stories in a different order to most probably. I began with her second book, “Black Juice”, I then read her latest short story collection “Red Spikes” and I am currently reading “White Time”. I enjoyed every story and have had favourites but mostly loved them all amongst the stories. This book, so far, will be even more difficult to select a favourite. I don’t want to finish it. She says she was experimenting with a variety of styles in this first book. I have enjoyed them all. I especially loved the story about the kid with the weight problem caused by withholding his emotions. There feels to be some truth to that.
What did I do with My Extra Day?
I don’t know, but I know it was good.
I have socialised more. I caught up with my good friends Wilma and Dallis, who are both looking fantastic and sound happy and well. It was the first time I had been to their new place. It’s great and I can’t believe I don’t spend more time with them, they are good value.
I visited my pa and my Auntie Pat yesterday. Pa is not enjoying the best of health at the moment so I really feel for him. He has always been a strong fit man and although he doesn’t complain, I can see it’s hard for him to be unwell.
My son had 13 teenagers giggling upstairs last night. No word of a lie! They were so noisy!
I had visits from friends today. Rhonda and I shared a giggle at ourselves. My friend Rhonda is born on the same day as me and we seem to often have similar experiences. It is such a gift! Total empathy! I had another friend June drop in for a cuppa and she helped me to consume a yummy Bakers Delight bun, my thighs thank you June! I met June’s sister, Teresa and her two beautiful grandchildren, as well as two great pooches.
I caught up with my parents who had just returned from Tasmania this afternoon. They look so happy and well. It makes me happy just to see them.
So all in all nothing’s changed, I got the usual minimal housework done and a bit on time online fluffing around as I do and the usual exercise and sleep. It was nice though!
Shopping Centre = Blah
I have been hunting for a couple of items such as a particular handbag and a couple of clothing items for way too long now. So I went to the shopping mecca that I’ve always heard ‘real shoppers’ (worlds apart from people like me who shop for things, not recreationally, to pass time), go to. It was so BLAH! I felt like BLAH when I was there. I was just obviously not prepared for it. Makeup less, casually (dare I say, comfortably) dressed and it was early in the morning I entered that large indoor glitzed up tin shed. Too many unhappy people, not enough natural lighting and air and way too many artificial conversations. “Heellooo, can I help you?” Blah!
This was yesterday. Andy had been hunted down by an intelligent and crafty marketer from the motorbike shop in Oakleigh and offered a test ride of a couple of motorbikes. This bothered me and excited him. I mean how aggressive and smart! Fortunately he survived the experience of that extra power without making a purchase. I should have given him more credit.