get me outta here!!!!

This is just too much for a Saturday morning... usually I can read/doze through my flatmate's piano lessons, but that's the LEAST of my narks this morning. 

The upstairs people are renovating their bathroom... basically demolishing it's 3 walls at present.  They did it till I asked them to stop at 9.30 last night and then started at 7.30 this morning... with loud radio accompaniment from 8am!!

I am not happy... maybe I'll get a haircut like this chick next week... less to pull out of headache frustration.

I should be tidying up and doing my chores but I can't stand another minute!  I'm off for a swim and catch up with the siblings... as far from here as I can reasonably get!

Addios!

PS please excuse all the spelling and grammatical errors... I've barely slept and so can hardly think!

Hot in the city

It's been a fairly relentless summer here... I have burnt my left arm and now my right, but at least that eases the pain of sleeping on my side.  Today heat had be dreaming.  I wrote one poem and a few short memoir/stories.  I'm trying to collect up lots of memories of Dad for all the future Grandkids.  He tells the best stories, and I don't want them to miss out.

I can remember the extended family gathered around the lunch table laughing histerically and demanding yet another story of Dad and Dave growing up in Japan.  Not everyone's parents had such an exotic upbringing!  I swear his US history still beats his Aussie!  He could name the USA's fourth president but would be pressed to name our's....  We're just not as proud of our short history in Australia.

I caught a little of a show about John Monash on Saturday afternoon.  He was a major of the ANZAC AIF during WW1.  He championed ANZAC day (which nearly died after the great war as everyone was so war weary) and helped to design our magnificent Shrine of Rememberance.  I walked past it with a friend on Sunday afternoon and had to reflect that it was so fitting.  It is neither a tourist attraction or glorifies war, but is a fitting testament to the sacrifice of our young men (and now women).  War is such a terrible waste (War, huh... what is it good for? Absolutely nothing, sing it again!)  Well, that's not completely true, many of our medical and scientific breakthroughs have come about as a consequence of war.  Even my profession, Occupational Therapy really kicked in as a consequence of rehabilitating the returned soldiers (that's how we got the tag "basket weavers")

Anyway, now I'm just rambling.  It's late, but its too hot to get an early night.  I guess I should at least try through.... I'm facing two straight days of meetings (coke will be required... of the liquid kind, that is!!)

Ciao for now, I'll check in again soon and may even share a little of my writing.  Must get onto Dad to start getting some of his tales down on paper! xo xo 

PS Below is a little pic of the Shrine with the eternal flame in the foreground.