it’s about time

Tea is drunk…

June 20th, 2006 by timelady

… to forget the din of the world.

I like my tea. I like breathing. I prefer tea;)

My tea is a soothing drink, representing calm, a moment in an obviously insane world. It uplifts, it soothes.

Strong, not brewed, just strong, two sugars, about two teaspoons of milk. In a mug. Dilmah extra strong OR Twinings Irish Breakfast is good. I also love Chai.

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First things first…

June 18th, 2006 by timelady

…but not necessarily in that order.

I have started posting about Linux. As this is one of my passions, gentle reader, you will see a fair amount of that occuring. So, to make it a bit easier, or to obfuscate somewhat, dependent solely upon your discretion, there is now a basic Linux page to start the process (in the Info section). I will keep the explanations updated in that page as I post, so it is designed to be a resource. Share and enjoy;)

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Everything becomes a little different…

June 17th, 2006 by timelady

…as soon as it is spoken out loud.

I have developed a passion for podcasts. Selective, because like all mediums, there is much that is TERRIBLY medium, and some that is less than that. So, on the sidebar under Info Pages, there is now a Podcasts page, and it will progressively have added what I find worthy, interesting, funny, or just good entertainment.

I can’t really stress enough how much this is about my taste here gentle reader:)

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Everything has been said before…

June 16th, 2006 by timelady

…but since nobody listens we have to keep going back and beginning all over again.

A funny! Yes, enough discourse and ponderings. A funny, I hear you sob weakly, about time. Well, thats the point of what I do, isnt it? Its about time;)

Now, what happens to a man when he simply (or so we would think, gentle reader), wishes to cancel his AOL account?

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Clothes and manners do not make the man…

June 16th, 2006 by timelady

…but, when he is made, they greatly improve his appearance.

Yes, I have been lashing out. Clothes, and even more astonishingly, shoes! Not obscene amounts, people seem surprised by how little I spent, but enough to give me several workoptions, and some out of work options. Enough for me to start thinking about how I dress and feel. Yes, it DOES change your feel, if you think you look good. Always doubted that, until it happened:) There you go, I am subject to vanity like everyone else.

Thats all. Nothing profound to see here. Just amazed by the simple reality that clothes DO maketh the man, err umm, person. They maketh the person feel something. Now, whether or not they are conventional, tribal, cultural, whatever, it is something that effects you. You feel good, regardless of what society thinks or doesnt, you see, if YOU feel like you look good. And part of me likes the current gypsy like styles, so thats fine. Sort of a hippy gypsy fusion I approve of. The thing is, I will dress like that regardless of current trends. Cause I look good and feel happy like that.

And thats enough:)

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I see you stand like greyhounds in the slips…

June 13th, 2006 by timelady

…straining upon the start.
We were so saddened by the loss of our beloved Charlie, the wonder dog. He was a magic boy, but he began to suffer, and the vet discovered he had haemophilia, and it was severe. He began bleeding internally, and we faced the agonising choice of having to let him go rather than suffer. So, April 1, 2006, sweet Charlie left us..

The magic boy we had before Charlie was a wonderous greyhound called Snoopy, that we adopted from the Greyhound Adoption Program (see Links in Sidebar). So once we had healed a bit, still sad, we decided to try again for a greyhound. Our wonderful boy, Prancer, (born Xmas Eve, guess the names of the rest of the litter - *hint* Vixen, Dasher….), and he is big and gentle and warm and tolerant and loving, and we cant rave enough about him. He is even slacker than we remember greyhounds being, and is an indulged and adored member of the family.

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There are no mistakes….

June 13th, 2006 by timelady

…The events we bring upon ourselves, no matter how unpleasant, are necessary in order to learn what we need to learn; whatever steps we take, they’re necessary to reach the places we’ve chosen to go.

So, its been a while, hasnt it?Lets get the updates over with in a list form,I will elaborate on each of them bit by bit.

• Had mini breakdown, just started falling to pieces. Found myself in January, medicated ot hell on anti depressants, and not knowing much of anything. Clawing myself out of that pit began when I stopped that cold turkey. Started to clear my mind. Last few months a blur.
• Left ITShare. Wasnt ableto work for them, was sucked dry. 8 years of volunteer work, I felt I had probably done enough. BUt because I wasnt focussed last few months, it wasnt the easiest or cleanest thing. Found out who cared and who didnt. Some were a shock, some werent.
• Got notice house we were renting was being sold. Had to find hose by beginning of March. had to begfor fortnight extension, but found an amazing house with gorgeous landlords.
• Day of moving, biggest impact event, literally. Was waiting, stationary, to turn across traffic to drop some few things at new house before whole shebang started, when WHAM. Station wagon didnt see me, hit me at 60kms/h. Forced me into oncoming car, second impact at 60 kms/hr. Policeman was amazed I was able to move. Could easily have died. All three cars complete write offs. Neck damage, sprained wrist. In coming weeks, they start to heal, real damage is discovers to muscles around lower spine. Possibly disc and maybe some hip damage. Thats a whole other post, sometime. But oh, the friends who helped us move, and in the following week, cleaning up. We are truly blessed with them. And hugs to my beloved Dad, who is my anchor, and my MIL, she is a saint and I adore her:)
• Cant ride my bike anymore. Feeling incredibly depressed, like a huge burden on everyone, cant drive, on painkillers. My family is amazing, but I feel worse and worse.
• Three weeks later, our beloved dog, Charlie, starts getting sicker and sicker. He dies of haemophilia complications on our wedding anniversary, April 1st.
• Eldest girl, R, gets job, finally. Things start getting better:)
• New car, big blue 4wd that himself has always longed for, see, a silver lining! Off ebay, a bargain! Terrified of driving though, still have bad dreams and dont want to get behind wheel…
• Wonderful new GP, manages pain relief and understands my pain. Lawyer also does, health care costs now covered via insurance.Conflicted, dont wish to be burden, but told to not be silly, lawyer points out doctor confirms real damage, its necessary. Allowed to walk around block, but feel flabby (weight hard to control like this, up to 72 kilos!!!!), and unfit. No bike:((((
• New dog. Missed Charlie, still mourning for him. You can never replace a beloved. But we needed a dog, the kids did to. Prancer has entered ourlives, and is a real blessing. More to follow!
• Physical injury specialist has referred me to new physio, specialist in this area, who will really help. Tens pain unit to come, more(stronger) pain relief, which I am not happiest about, but honestly turn to in tears at times. best news, if in three months I am half as much improved as we hope, I can ride for ten mins a day! I miss riding more than I can express.
• Job offer! Totally unexpected - seriously, a job But is only 1-2 days a week for company that develops FOSS solutions for the hardware they configure, PABX stuff. I workon testing and gtting cards ready to be shipped, also some db and c->swig->python-> curses development for testing, and the usual documentation fun:) Resisted, resisted, but they talked me into it. Bless them the few days are my sanity, like a lifeline. See Voicetronix, in sidebar.
• G, youngest daughter (child no 4) starts school next term. She turns 5 end of July C, the small boy, turns 3 end of June. R has turned 20 beginning of June. A is 13 1/2, C is 11, amazing, all growing amazingly - time, time so fleeting!

See, the odd drama:) But its a mixed bag, isnt it? Blessings and loss and pain and gain in large slabs. I still swear I am lucky.

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