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Oops, I did it again

If you wanted proof that you've stepped through the looking glass try walking down the Strip at 11pm on a Saturday night. So much messy behavior, so many girls unable to walk in their heels, constant noise. I think I was here last mid week and thought it quite quaint but last night was too much on the too much side for me.

On the up side, no one does spectacle like Vegas and I enjoyed cirque du sole il tonight. The kids were sad I was not hanging out at the billboard awards with One Direction but I did see Britney step into a limo, does that count?

Vegas, baby

The moon was a bright paring in the sky when I boarded at 6.30 this morning. I'm glad I switched to the earlier flight as the original one was cancelled.

I ditched my hand luggage only thing for this trip as I am carrying a ton of paper and have a shopping list for sephora that might not make the 100 ml limit. We had the brainwave that I'd get my coat posted to me in Melbourne so need to lug it around the world for a few days there. London better not be cold.

I've been operating in very little sleep so am looking forward to a big snooze on the flight to the US. I'm there till Thursday, then the UK, then Madrid. I've conquered the photo upload problem. Hooray for small achievements.

Swings and roundabouts

Monday was a dog. I can't get my photos to copy from my phone to the laptop. I had to have a mammogram. I spent 30 minutes on hold to the insurance company and then got cut off. I then spent another 30 minutes on hold. The shower tap broke.

In slightly better news, there was nothing immediately dire in the mammogram. The insurance company issued me an immediate payment. I signed up to spotify premium and now wondering why anyone would ever buy music. I finished a piece of work that had nagged me all weekend. The plumber has promised to come this afternoon. I wrote another letter and finally got rid of those 1950s stamps.

Misery

Democracy. What a kicker. I may not be able to read the papers for 5 years. This too shall pass.

This has been a very unproductive week. I need to kick myself into gear next week with a lot of looming deadlines.

The youngest came home for the weekend but is out to dinner with friends tonight so the only sign of her being here is the huge selection of cosmetics littering the bathroom.

I got new glasses today. More severe Prada frames which I hope say "take my mighty intellect seriously".

Let's be hopeful and not too downcast.

A more of dust

Canberra put on a spectacular show of autumn this morning with yellow leaves against the backdrop of a startlingly blue sky. Come afternoon it got windy and the sky a weird color like sandstorms in North Africa. It turned out the weather app was tracking that, too. I'd never seen dust as a weather adjective. I'm glad to be tucked up dry, warm and undusted.

Consider the lilies

I'm nursing a new cold.  I think this means the old one never really went away which is irritating.  I've sneezed eleventy million times.

I worked the list today: picked up dr referral, returned unsuitable item (quilt that barely topped the bed), bought budget moisturiser, took painting to be reglazed, put up new painting, read a book (I let you go), had a 26 minute nap, ate a boring and healthy dinner.

 

Long weekend

My boss decreed that Monday 4 May was going to be our very own Labour Day.  I heartily approve since a) we don't have May Day or Labour Day in Australia b) I've worked more weekends than I care to count and c) I am tired a long weekend is just what I need.  I am dubbing it California Day since both my bosses live in that state.

I slept badly again last night and woke at 2.  I think I had eaten too much cake and felt heavy and uncomfortable so I made some camomile tea and finished the latest Donna Leon.  I wasn't too stressed about it since it was the weekend and I got up at 6.30 to make tea just the same.  I think I will be availing myself of the 26 minute nap this afternoon.

I've got a new and tricky piece of work to do.  I think it's a bit of a test and it will be testing as it is way out of my comfort zone requiring not just creative ideas but follow through (I'm also flakey on tying up the loose ends but I am improving).

The weather is glorious today.  I made the kid walk with me and the dog to Manuka for coffee at the establishment owned by the current world barista champion.  Their coffee is excellent but their breakfast menu not so.  Particularly for a non egg eating kid so we just had a coffee and walked home and made our own breakfast.

She's on a copper homeware streak and there was a 30% off lighting sale at Freedom so we went there. She got her copper bedside light and I bought a bedside table that won't arrive for a month (please hurry Ikea, would so like to buy furniture on the spot) and a quilt that turned out only to just top the bed so that will go back.

Then I wrote another letter (that makes 5 this weekend to make up for my slackerdom in March and April).

I'm fine with this idle do nothing much day as I plan to do much the same tomorrow.

Perfect

That kid of mine added the ganache to our cake while I was out walking the dog tonight. She was off to dinner at her friends and took a slice for her gluten free friend. We've a long way to go in food styling as the smeared finger print attests. It was very yummy. Kind of like the classic flourless chocolate cake but with hazelnuts roasted, then tossed in caramel, cooled and ground. The praline flavor really comes through and is super yummy. The recipe came from House and garden and a new book on the food of Puglia.

It was mild today. We cleaned the house. We have a new cordless Dyson and while I am still loyal to the suction of my 15 year old Miele, this new one is good to do a daily sweep of the pet hair and the fascinating revulsion of seeing what grime has been collected.

Since the house was squeaky clean, we decided the dog needed to match so we took him off for a bath. He stands like a tethered goat looking miserable but comes out so fluffy and snowy.

Now I'm drinking tea, eating cake and watching Father Brown. Perfect weekend.