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I broke my glasses!


They’re not much good to me like that ๐Ÿ˜€

Yesterday morning, as we were sitting at the breakfast table, I took off my glasses for some reason that now doesn’t matter. And, bing, off fell one of the arms. No, it wasn’t a screw loose (either me or the specs), but an actual break in the thin metal. You what?!

Luckily, I always keep an old pair for precisely such scenarios (generally expecting it to be a broken lens), so I’m not blind. Things are certainly a little fuzzier, however, and I definitely couldn’t drive. But they’ll get me out of a jam while I take the broken pair to the optician to assess likelihood of repair. In the past, I’ve had different coloured arms because of similar breaks, so I anticipate that’s what will happen with these.

May all your arms remain unbroken, no matter the provocation ๐Ÿ™‚

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Posted by on October 8, 2019 in Health


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just give in


Something cheerful, green and growing. Healthier than I presently am ๐Ÿ™‚

When you cannot get warm, you reach the end of the week feeling a great deal worse than you began it, and even many hours of sleep (Friday night through to Saturday lunchtime) don’t help a great deal, you should probably acknowledge that you’re genuinely unwell.

All of the above having been true, and a massive allergic reaction adding insult to injury, I finally decided that the cosmos was plainly sending me a message and stayed in bed all day.

May you be faring a great deal better with your seasonal change ๐Ÿ™‚




Posted by on September 30, 2019 in gardening, Health


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swaps and juggling acts


Never believe that hay fever is a trifling unwellness.

It’s hay fever season, and we’re all afflicted. After months of carrying a backpack holding gloves, a beanie and an extra scarf just in case, it’s now time to lighten the baggage load somewhat – well, you know, step down to a lightweight scarf that you can roll up and stow in your pocket, as well as going for a slightly smaller handbag.

Yeah, sure. But how do you manage that when you need to cart a pharmacy’s worth of antihistamines with you wherever you go?! The thing is, if you don’t come up with some suitable carrying arrangement, it’s entirely too easy to end up looking the way I did in that old photo: so swollen your eyes are almost shut, and gasping for air. That was the holiday where YoungB ended up in hospital with an allergic reaction, and – to be honest, and retrospectively assessing the degree of swelling – I probably would have benefited from medical attention, too. Obviously we both survived, but hay fever season remains a remarkably miserable time of year even with pharmaceutical assistance.

May you find the right balance with regard to both medications and handbags ๐Ÿ™‚


Posted by on September 26, 2019 in Health


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but not too serious


Discreet enough, because you’d have to look hard to see them when I’m standing up!

For a recent job interview I chose to wear silly, spotty socks. The blue trousers and jacket, and the understated floral blouse, were completely unobjectionable. Corporate, but comfy and, even more importantly, warm! As for the shoes and socks, who looks at your feet, really? Only shoe afficionados, perhaps, and people like me when standing at bus stops. I’m often pleased to see the relatively low proportion of ridiculously high heels on female passers-by. They wreak havoc on your back and make your feet hurt.

These sturdy shoes are showing signs of wear – after more than seven years, that’s hardly surprising – but remain a good option for walking in the city while nodding in the direction of “doing the corporate thing”. Because they have heels, they make me a little taller, which isn’t such a bad thing. However, the heels are not so high that my podiatrist wrings his hands in despair.

May your shoes also get the nod of approval from your health professional ๐Ÿ˜‰

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Posted by on August 9, 2019 in Health


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adventitia, and perhaps adventure

11.07.03: The Cardiovascular System: Mechanics and Dynamics

Cardiovascular system of the human heart. Copyright Yale.

I’m delighted to report that, so far, YoungB is thoroughly loving his job. Yes, I know it’s early days. But I can remember jobs for which I’ve had zero enthusiasm from the outset, so it’s good that he comes home buzzed. At this stage, thanks to my nursing background and a good memory, I still know a great deal more than he does about the subject matter. That will change rapidly as the project gets into full swing. However, I’m happy to revise as we go along. ๐Ÿ™‚

Yesterday, Middle Aunt and I had a short catch-up at a relatively nearby coffee shop. I confessed to her that, no matter what I think to the contrary, I obviously have a massive ego because I was mortally offended recently when someone suggested that I should do a medical terminology course to assist my job-seeking. You what? To be kind, it was perhaps a slip of the tongue and the speaker intended to suggest a medical reception course. Well, yes, if I were intending to apply for those sorts of jobs, then familiarity with relevant specialist software would indeed be beneficial; but, as I’m actually looking for work at higher levels (in line with what I’ve been doing for years), then it’s irrelevant.

It’s the case that I am doing a couple of courses. I’m pushing on with my genealogy short course, which is purely vocational and thoroughly enjoyable. Additionally, I’m struggling somewhat with popular business management acronyms in a diploma course that I now have not only the time to deal with, but also the physical and mental energy; well, almost. YoungB agreed that he would not have seen business studies as my field of interest – he’s right! – but that a better handle on the terminology and an actual diploma at the end of it will be useful. Yeah. That’s the idea.

So between queuing at Centrelink, going through all the rigmarole of updating every known contact so that workplace information is deleted, and replacing some worn-out shoes, I am feeling accomplished. I’ve also done a spot of shopping on YoungB’s behalf, namely a couple of new, lightweight jumpers so that he can cope with the workplace aircon. I found myself apologising last night because they weren’t handknitted by me!

Who knows? Now that I’m less stressed, I might find my knitting mojo again. And then, with a bit of luck, he might get some handknitted-by-me jumpers for work purposes. There’s an upside to everything. Right?

All the very best with your terminology and jargon challenges. ๐Ÿ˜€


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all change!


SAHMRI on North Terrace, Adelaide. Copyright SAHMRI.

You know how YoungB has been working as a bartender for almost two years? Well, he’s finally found a full-time job in his professional field. He’ll be working in that fabulous building, known locally as the Cheese Grater (we’re an obvious lot, as I’m sure I’ve said before). He starts work the day I start my long holiday. We’re all excited for him.

Though I say holiday, it’s actually unemployment. Of course I’m still looking for work. Equally of course, my age is more against me this time; and it was a definite deterrent last time. Realistically, however, I do need a holiday before I commence any new position, because I am physically and mentally exhausted. It’s almost five years since I started the job from which I’ve just been retrenched, one that was described by my predecessor as a nice little “roll into retirement” job.

Yeah, not so much. It was busy when I started. I put that down to end-of-financial year reporting requirements, which did play a part. But it not only never stopped being busy, it became even busier, and the obligatory two-week break over Christmas is more about exhausted collapse than genuine R&R. The last year has been a nightmare by anybody’s standards.

As mistaken as my predecessor’s comment proved, I didn’t think that I would finish, a week short of five years later, thinking, “Good riddance,” but that has proved to be the case. So, after the doors shut on Friday, we had a wake at a nearby watering hole. It’s an end, and a very sad one, but also a beginning. What sort of beginning is yet to be determined in my case.

First up, though, is some genealogy homework arising from a short course that I’m presently doing. This week it’s tracking down missing or collaborative information for some yet-to-be selected ancestor from a not-too-distant generation. I’m only looking as far back as my great grandparents for this exercise, meaning there’s hope for me to find the information without too much head-scratching. In any case, it will be a distraction from constantly rewording my resume to capture all the subtle nuances attaching to “excellent”. Yeah.

May all your beginnings reach successful conclusions, and may change be always a positive thing for you ๐Ÿ™‚



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yeah, that specific bit of DNA

On balance, Life hasn’t improved greatly! I will admit, however, that in 2019 there is more government assistance for the redundant than there was in 2013. This may be as much a cynical statement about government policy with regard to employment – that is, ensuring there’s low real employment, via the means of a massively casualised and underemployed workforce – as it is a grateful nod to the various agencies providing us with so much assistance, but it is heartening to have the help.

Some of our number have already gone, others are going in fits and starts, still others have secured new employment but will work till the doors close. We swear a lot. Honestly, we do; it’s not just me! Some of us sit in a corner and weep every now and then. I have been unwell in a way that I can say categorically arises from stress and exhaustion (my GP agrees). Most of us are experiencing that, as we battle with the realities of having to update resumes to match each job application.

It seems that there is no longer such a thing as a one size fits all resume, although there clearly is a place for a general resume that you can provide to an agency. These are the sorts of contradictions that make many of us grind our teeth.

There are days when we hug each other and generally try to behave positively albeit half-swamped by the many negative things that are taking place around us. There was another day that turned into one of angry phonecalls from a range of people. Surprisingly, a few of them ended up with me. I rarely get calls, and I’m generally not much help to callers in the sense that my role is administrative not hands-on with service placement. Even so, I’m sensible enough to try to calm people down if they’re audibly irate and threatening to drive down the hill to stage a sit-in!

The cherry on the cake, however, was someone from a noisy call centre who wanted to update some information, actually hanging up on me because she plainly thought I was being deliberately unhelpful. Not so. I tried to convince her there was no point in my providing information that might be accurate for five minutes today but would certainly be outdated and wildly inaccurate tomorrow. I advised her to call back in July – when all sorts of numbers might become more meaningful –ย  but that can’t have been on her list of appropriate responses.

There is a place for optimism but, as deeply engrained in my genetic make-up as optimism is – second only, perhaps, to my looking after people gene – I think it’s lost its messenger RNA.

May all your phone calls be much friendlier ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ˜‰

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Posted by on June 9, 2019 in Health


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