WHAT A DAY TODAY! 06/08/2014

IS IT FULL MOON?

(I Started writing this last Wednesday so please forgive me for the delay in getting out there).

I should have known today would be "One of those days" when it started to go pear shaped at 8.30am this morning.

I have a cleaner who comes every week for an hour every Wednesday at 10am to clean my unit whilst her husband picks up leaves in Mum's stunning garden and helps her out with what she needs done. It happened to be that I had a hair appointment at 10.30am, and Mum an appointment at a similar time. Obviously someone needs to be here just to let her in and if we both need to go out, we leave her to do the job and she locks up. So Mum called this morning to make sure they'd be on time only to find out she wasn't able to come at that time and wished to come at 4pm. Mum came in to tell me at 8.30am and I said NO. I ditched to previous cleaners as they kept changing the time around when it suited them, and now this very nice couple and woman were doing the same thing! I said she could just come next week. Really, with the commitment she had instead of me she would have known that prior to this morning and could have told me to work something else out, in advance.

My mood just started to decline from then on and I found myself getting grumpier and grumpier by the minute. Usually I blow off some steam and am fine within a few minutes. I had a shower and kept thinking about it and realised that what was really going on was that I was frustrated at not being able to do it myself! There are things that I do like washing the sinks, keeping bench tops clean, sweeping the floor etc but it's all about saving my energy so I'm not passed out sleeping for the rest of the day. I was frustrated and sad because memories are powerful things and I used to love cleaning my home and ironing etc, I know weird huh? It was like mowing the lawn, you'd see that instant change then and there and there was a sense of accomplishment. Plus I loved the "tidying up my mind aspect and cleaning out house" so to speak. Once my wonderful carer and friend who sees me 4 times a week arrived and we got chatting, and started to share with her how I was feeling, I felt better. We are really each others psychologists and have become great friends through all the personal information we share with each other, which has resulted in a true friendship, very special.

I then hopped in a cab with my ramp, a 1 metre ramp that folds up like a suit case and out to be a ramp so I can go into shops, buildings and so on with a step. I was on my way to get my hair done. I arrived at the hairdresser at 10.30am and she greeted me with a very confused look on her face and asked if I was dropping it off and coming back later. Now I was confused? She then told me my appointment was for 12 noon today and as the words were coming out my memory was kicking into gear. That was right but I usually go at 10.30am time slots and just messed this one up. My brain was already kicking into solution mode (as it always does in any situation like this) and I rescheduled for Saturday at 1pm (feel free to remind me folks). During this process I was also thinking that there was a movie I'd been wanting to see for a while so I'd zip into the Rivoli cinemas just over the Camberwell intersection and see that, then do a little grocery shopping and drive home.

The movie was great (review at the end of the blog) until I came out at 2pm and had a text message from my regular taxi driver saying his brother was outside the hair salon waiting to pick me up! Shucks I'd forgotten all about that as well, where was my brain today? So I zoomed up there carefully watching out for people who just wander out of shops and cafes whithout looking, and pedestrians who stagger from side to side of the pavement as the speed of a snail. I kept thinking that I was sure I'd said I'd let him know what time I'd be ready, but oh no, I'd said 2pm. I felt terrible so I paid him $7.00 which is what it would have been to take me home. Gave him my half price taxi card so he got paid the other $7.00 from the government and the pick up fee for a wheelchair which is $16.00, a total fair for him of $30.00. It's easier to do the right thing so they don't dump you as a client as it's so hard to find good permanent maxitaxi drivers who take bookings and these guys really look after me. He insisted on no money but I grabbed my card and took off yelling "see you Saturday".

I drove up to the train station thinking that'd be a change to mix up the trip home and instead of driving all the way which takes me half an hour, I'd catch the train and then drive for about 15 minutes. However I had to wait for 15 minutes for a train and thought I'd be half way home by then and took off again. I went home a different way and landed up on a road I haven't been on for ages. I hopped into the bike lane with the traffic coming towards me so I was safe and started to wiz downhill at 9kms per hour.  it.

The day had improved as I had met some wonderful people as I often do, and had some great pats with dogs such as Rupert and Rush and a few more. I am unable to have a dog here at Mum's so have turned into this crazy lady who's constant line is "Hello may I pat your dog"? I don't ask everyone because there are some grumpy people out there. My next thing I need to start doing is taking photos of these cuties and putting them on the site.

Movie Review - A MOST WANTED MAN

Present day Hamburg: a tortured and near-dead half-Chechen, half-Russian man on the run arrives in the city's Islamic community desperate for help and looking to recover his late Russian father's ill-gotten fortune. Nothing about him seems to add up; is he a victim, thief or, worse still, an extremist intent on destruction? Drawn into this web of intrigue is a British banker and a young female lawyer, determined to defend the defenseless. All the while, they are being watched by the brilliant, roguish chief of a covert German spy unit, who fights to put the pieces together as the clock ticks.

It was slow at first however the plot needed to be set in order for the final twist to be revealed in the last 15 minutes. It was fabulous! I was mesmerised by Philip Seymour Hoffman's performance and brilliant ability to speak continuously with a German accent. The cast was fantastic with Robin Wright (ex Mrs. Sean Penn) and Rachel McAdams (The Notebook) and a plethora of new and unknown actors. It was an intense classic Eastern block versus the great old big powerful USA thriller although instead of the olden days of spies it was replaced with modern day fears of terrorists.

I give it 4 stars ****

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