read write run

Hadn’t realised it had been so long since my last post. Funny how you can get so busy doing pretty much nothing. I was proofreading the latest issue of Page Seventeen for Editor. Time has been a little short for her since she had her third baby, just a couple of weeks before the anthy was due to go to the printers. It was fun helping out though, and I got to read a heap of really good stories, as well as placate my urge to edit.

Aside from that, I’d won a children’s writing competition. Prize included an introduction to a publisher, so I was in a hurry to get the first three chapters of my book polished and off to the publisher before she completely forgot who I was and why I thought I had any right to her precious time. Then there was work, of course, which really hasn’t been very busy.

Thanks to the whole financial meltdown, no one really wants to be spending their hard-earned dollars on movies. Particularly since some of them are bloody awful. If you do want to see a good one and enjoy a bit of black comedy, though, I can highly recommend Burn After Reading. It’s hilarious. Saw Eagle Eye today, because I do love Billy Bob, but it’s a bit of a stretch. I mean, those people who went for a bit of a swim in the liquid nitrogen tank, and then hopped out again to foil the evil computer – mmm, not so convincing.

I’m writing this blog on my new computer. It was supposed to be a birthday present, but my birthday isn’t until Tuesday week, so I guess I won’t get a pressie on that day. Beloved just couldn’t wait for me to play with my new toy. It’s heaps faster than my old mini, a MacBook. One of the cute little white ones, not the sexy new silver ones. I loved the way I could just plug my old puter into it and they just talked amongst themselves and got all my data crossed over while I went off and did other stuff.

At the moment, the weightloss is just going along. Haven’t lost much weight, but I do notice that I’m not particularly hungry. I have to shore up my loins and really do something constructive about exercise. I’m going to blame the weather at the moment. Waiting and waiting for the spring rains, but I just don’t think they’re going to come this year. I doubt that I’ll even get my birthday thunderstorm (I was born during a thunderstorm which blacked out the hosptial. Probably the only time in my life I’ve ever made much of an entrance.)

The good news is that Doc has taken me off the anti depressant medication! I’m excited and a bit scared and I’m writing again a little bit and getting some of the old passion back.

Wanted to comment on the header I’ve got for today’s blog. You know, I was always the Good Girl. The one who cleaned her plate (and then got dessert.) The one who ate everything, even drank her baby sister’s bottle of formula. I had a strategy for plate cleaning: save the best for last. Eat the beans (yucky) first and then go onto the mashed potato (with a well of melted butter in the middle) and save that fatty chop tail for last. All that greasy meat, mmmmmmmmm

So, aside from no longer even buying the kind of chops that have tails, or having wells of butter in my mashed potato, I eat the good stuff first. The tasty yummy stuff. Because now I have a limited amount of room and I want to feel happy with what I eat, so I’m not going to clean my plate, shovelling down the yucky stuff first so that I can force down the good stuff and hold it there and hold it there and stretch my stomach all out of shape. These days I leave stuff on my plate. It makes the dog happy. It makes Boris the chook happy. It makes the bokashi happy. It makes me happy.

I hope I get to blog again before my birthday, but it’s going to be a busy week. You see, Beloved and I are going bushwalking. And my birthday is on a very special day: the first Tuesday in November. Yes, that very special day when we all turn to the TV and wonder who the winner is going to be…of the Melbourne Cup, one of the biggest horse races in the world. People in Melbourne have a day off work. They’ll be at barbecues but they’ll come inside to watch the race on TV. People at work will have the race on their computer screens or gather round the office TV. Students sitting their university exams will look up as the teacher writes the place getters’ names on the white board. All the roses will be in bloom at Flemington and the nation will stop in the afternoon, wish me a happy birthday, and hope their horse comes home.

Heh. You thought I was going to mention something else about the 4th of November, didn’t you?