DAMMIT! Still not over the cold from hell and this morning I broke a filling. At least, I think that’s what happened – I’m not a dentist. I keep cutting my tongue on it (yes, I know, leave it alone already!) and the earliest I can get in touch with the dentists is (stops to count on fingers)
EIGHTEEN SEVENTEEN HOURS AWAY! (And yes, I am counting down…)
Oh noes. Fortunately we are still well stocked with oil of cloves (it’s the only thing that worked to get rid of the mould that came with last year’s rainy season and floods) so I can make a temporary poultice if it starts hurting too much…
The big thing is NOT TO PANIC. Mr Beloved is helping, reminding me to “Notice… observe….” and I’m doing my best.
I’ve been trying to get back into more regular art journal writing and collaging. Keeps me out of the pubs and picture shows, as my Dad would say…
(as always, clicky images for bigger)
It’s hot here today, 34 degrees as I write this. We don’t have aircon but we do have pedestal fans. Now that we have a ceiling that can support them, we might one day think about ceiling fans… but for now the pedestal fans do the job. My poor family over in Adelaide sweltered in some much hotter temperatures this week.
I’m very glad I cooked zucchini slice the other night – it’s nice straight out of the fridge, no need to heat up the kitchen! Oh, and as a treat we bought sausages from the butcher, so Mr Beloved will probably cook those on the barbie tonight. I popped out to the greengrocer earlier, and the sweetcorn has been lovely, so I grabbed a couple of cobs. I mainly went out to get some more grapes – I’m having a thing for frozen grapes again at the moment, yum.
Also bought some sugar free gum to have on hand as a temporary fix for the broken filling – I don’t normally do chewing gum because I have TMJ issues, and after watching an episode of Jimmy’s Food Factory where he made his own gum (plastic pellets! PVA! yuk!) I’m even less inclined to put it in my mouth, but needs must.
(Collage contains more bits from Tumblefish Studio plus others that were lying about…)
The flea saga continues – the cat is speaking to me again (after being bribed with milk) but the poor dog continues to get bitten – we suspect the fleas are in the grass, so every time she goes outside they jump on again. The new medicine seems to be working, though, because the fleas that bite her DIE (muaaa haa haa) but of course she gets itchy with each new bite, so she’s still unhappy, poor little thing. I spent HOURS vacuuming the lounge and the lounge room and the bedroom, enough to make my back ache – I’ll have another (less intense) run at that tomorrow, probably.
Tomorrow is the official unveiling of the Toowoomba Flood Monument – and perhaps fittingly, thunderstorms are forecast. Supposed to be another hot day beforehand.
And even though it’s still hot, and Mr Beloved isn’t feeling up to it, I’m going to take the dog to the park for a quick walk.