Some news late last night about my mum sent me into a bit of a head spin. A rather maudlin sounding voicemail from my brother didn't tell me much, but I got a feeling of dread from the moment the first word was spoken. Waiting for him to call me again (even tho it was only for about 5 minutes) was agonising - I had no idea what was coming but felt in my gut that it wasn't going to be good.
Anyway, it turns out my mum was taken into hospital back home for some tests after a few dizzy spells. She's fine - all tucked up in her own room and very comfortable. The issue at hand seems to be under control and no panic is appropriate, thank the gods.
But it's these things that, when they happen, hit me hard as I realise the sheer distance between us. Making quick calls on mobiles, time shifts, bad reception, filtered information to avoid any panic from me.... I didn't sleep well last night
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My close friend V, who stayed with us over the Christmas, rang me during the week to say she would be coming out again next month for our wedding. We're thrilled to hear the news as we'll be able to do some of the things that were missed last time. My big mission tomorrow is to finalise the invitations, get them printed and GET THEM OUT. We only have ourselves to blame. I can't believe it's only 5 weeks away. Excitement and anxiety commence now!!
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It's not that I don't like having a good time. It's just that, unlike almost my entire social circle, I don't really like the dance party scene. Large crowds have always been a bit of a struggle for me, and loud, thumping, obscure rave music does not entice a dance. I can bop along with anyone, but I'm a bit old fashioned, and am much happier dancing to something I can sort of la-la-la along to, or belt out if I know the words (on the dancefloor it doesn't really matter :-)
So another year, another Mardi Gras, and another self-inflicted isolation from the carnival. I've been asked to a few different events, but really I'm happier taking a back seat from the intensity of it all and go for a few local beers tonight with A. I'll be out tomorrow night for sure so will hear all the stories then.
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I am SOOOOOOOO sick of seeing Peter Costello's self-satisfied smirk in the papers and on tv. Let's face it - if it wasn't for The Australian newspaper he would be a political has-been anyway - but the man can curdle fresh milk from 10 paces with his monumentally visible ego and oh-so-knowing tones when he speaks about the economy. On Q&A on the ABC this week he started twittering on about Kevin Rudd's essay which he claimed to have read - maybe with as much care and attention as the papers he and his fellow ex-cabinet colleagues about the AWM rort with Iraq or the children overboard farce by the way he chose his clihe rantings. Although I can feel the same about Paul Keating at least he sometimes has something relevant to say, even if I don't always agree with him. But Costello should move on - he had 11 years to make his move and failed. His credibililty as anyone in a position of authority is gone. Next please...
