Squeeeezing in a post...

Just to let you know, Gentle Readers, I have found the time today to squeeze in the following:


Breakfast
Shower
Dress
Make a flask of coffee
Pick up lunch out of fridge
Pick up upholstery stuff out of car
Let Miss Natalie drive to TAFE (her turn today)
Sit in warm car for 25 minutes waiting for the workroom door to open
Spend an extremely frustrating day putting my cover on and taking it back off again to the satisfaction of the child minder they give us on Tuesdays instead of a teacher...
Leave early
Get home early
Do a load of washing
Sweep the kitchen floor
Empty the kitchen bin
Put the garbage/trash/rubbish bins out
Cook dinner
Empty the suitcases from the weekend & put them into the spare bedroom, for Mr G to put in the roof
Talk to my lovely Ma, who has purchased these:

And this is the state they were in:

And I'm going to reupholster them when I go over at the beginning of October...


And I've sold two pouches to a lovely person in the US, who also bought some of these:

So, perhaps life is returning to normal?  This is a very good lesson for me on what can be achieved if I leave work at 4.00pm instead of 4.45pm.

And after all that, how are you all, Gentle Readers?  I've missed talking to you, I admit.  I know that only a few of you hardy souls ever comment, but I know you're out there, still checking in, and I appreciate that, especially over the last few weeks (well, since I went back to almost full-time work, really)... 


Anyway, it's back to work, as I have to check on Dinner.  See, a Golightly's work is never done!  Ciao!

Is this what it takes?

Hello universe, I'm back (just for a short time, I'm sure).  I'm a bit bemused by some things that happened here on Monday... I lost two friends and I just can't begin to comprehend how something like this could happen here in Australia, where we don't normally get text messages at 7.00pm on a cold Monday night telling us friends are dead, in terrible circumstances.


Anybody got any answers?  I've never been a believer in that old saw "everything happens for a reason", because, yanno, we never get to know the reason.  We just have to take it on faith that my friends died for some higher purpose.  Not seeing it, you know?


I don't believe that there's any such thing as fate, either.  You get given a life, and you make the best of it.  Yes, some of us get given better starts than others, but it's yours, you own it, you drive it.  You can piss it all up against a wall, or you can start from nothing and build yourself a big shiny wall.  You choose.  


Some choices are good, that's a given.    You check the traffic before you step out.  You take your library books back, you stick to the speed limit.  You stop going drinking all night when you hit 30.  You take responsibility for your reproductive health.  You learn, you grow.  And yet, here you are, on a Monday night, dead.  That's not a choice you made, I'm sure.  So there are definitely limits to how are this whole 'determinism' thing goes, especially when you share your life with another person, because suddenly the capacity for making smart decisions is halved, not doubled.


Good advice welcome.