After Thursday's fortnightly bill paying day and finances looked at, I am living beyond my income. I know why and I
Two of my summer shirts need to be thrown out and I bought replacement shirts at Myer today, heavily discounted but still quite expensive. Even at my age I am learning that expensive clothing can be better.
Hippie Niece bought us this for Christmas. I think we like it. I think.
Later edit: It was a bit far away to see properly.
Kind of works with this other metal piece we found on the roadside, had the broken mirror replaced and hung it.
This used to hang in the same place, now above R's bed. It works better with the sand coloured backdrop.
Christmas Eve meal across the road at Cafe Rosco, my suggestion to give Chef a night off but then after large lunchtime meals on Christmas Day and Boxing Day, we had baked beans on toast one night and soup and a toasted sandwich on the next, so Chef hasn't been working too hard.
Our laundry cupboard is dark. I bought two of the lamps on the right to light it. One was above the washing machine and I thought they were ok but then at the big green hardware shed, I spied this newer model, now above the washing machine for $4. It is brilliant and no more scrabbling around in the bottom of the washing tub for an odd sock. I can see inside the washing tub.
Discounted Christmas cards bought today for the use next year. This amused me. You calling me fat you arsehole?
R is not what you would describe as a gentle person if you are talking about things. He closes doors too hard. He puts things down roughly. He throws things rather than places them. I think it is internalised homophobia, where to be gentle with things is unmanly. I told him off about slamming the balcony door last night. I had been building up to it for weeks, choosing my words carefully and World War III did not start and now the door is being closed quietly.
Yet, he creates great art, be it in cooking, actual art, gift wrapping, whatever. We are totally opposite. I am a quiet person but not artistic at all. He broke the whisk on the stick blender and admitted he was too rough with it. I found a new one on Ebay and he has clearly learnt a lesson and not broken the new one. But he has broken the gears of the chopper of the stick blender, perhaps by chopping whole onions when he should have been chopped them up a little in advance. From a spare parts site, the new gear mechanism was cheaper than I could see anywhere else and in spite of it being Christmas, it arrived in a couple of days after ordering, unlike Maribeth's Christmas Card to us which I think is sitting somewhere in the bowels of Australia Post.