Another step forward ...

My second purchase on e-Bay was this Eames retro-style Danish 3 seater sofa with timber frame from a seller in the Blue Mountains. Recovering is a consideration, to enable this sofa to match my existing two single sofas. It's only money.

My window on the world

Sort of came to a grinding halt last week due to medical tests and lack of money paid WHEN IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN PAID!!!

But here is where I sit to do all this research and writing that I do after I have taken copious photographs. It is also where I do all my Family History work.

Next week one of my tasks is to get a new motor for the foundtain on the wall near my desk so that I can have the tinkle of water to keep me harmonised.

Tuesday, I traipse over to RPA where the very informative neurontology nurse, Alison, is going to strap me into a device that will rock from side to side and up and down. Yes, she knows that I am prone to both car sickness and sea-sickness and is used to "the obvious reaction". On Thursday I am over to Missenden Road way again to be podded and poked by the opthalmologist. I think the main thing he is going to do is to check whether my retina has fallen off its perch.

However, the week is not all medical tests. Tomorrow, I train up to The Blue Mountains to spend the day with the wonderful Joan Elizabeth. Wednesday I get to tour over State Parliament House in Macquarie Street. Thursday I get an introductory tour over the State Library and then on Friday I get to look after my daughter's cat as she and Darren choof over to Hawaii for a week to attend a friend's wedding.

Retirement is okay thus far.

Francais en Double Bay

After my second collapse in two weeks I was given these rules by the cardiologist: no driving until further notice; no up and down stairs; no living by yourself. So I am camping out with my daughter and SiL for a few weeks. The cardy cauterized a wayward whatsit that was causing the arrythmia (?sp) and I see him in 10 days. The neurologists are still trying to work out the vertigo and the seizure.

Having a BP reading of 60/40 was not nice ...

Swamp cooler

I called this a humidifier because that is what it is called on the inventory. However, it is also known as an evaporative cooler, which I think in the USA is known as a "swamp cooler".

There is hole through which you pour water. There is a tray in which you put ice. You connect it to electricity and blow air over the ice and water and the place cools down and the air becomes more moist.

More pleasant all round. I might also get a pedestal fan just in case.

How ingenious is that!

You have to agree that this fits with my blog persona!

There simply is not enough room for a wardrobe upstairs and I am loathe to set something up downstairs even though that is where the bathroom is. So I bought two lengths of 22mm dowel from Bunnings: one was 1.8m and the other 2.4m. Then wedged them into the V of the window.

The one that rests on the brick of the shoe rack is the most "fragile": but I am training myself not to be too bull-at-gate on that side. It is a challenge to change the bedding, but I am up for that! Kirsten reckons the clothes should not get too dusty if I cycle through them on a regular basis.

When you get your breath back, let me have your thoughts ... gently, of course!

Bit between the teeth

I think I was fairly accurate with the term "plonk" (past participle "plunk"). Have yet to get the guts to hammer hooks in the walls for paintings and photos. I went overboard at the last place and repairing the walls was a burden. So have taken many photos out of frames and tossed the frames. I feel as though I am down-sizing for old age!

See the boxes in front of the book-shelf? They contain kid-things. Things that I can only sort a bit at a time because it becomes too emotional to throw things out - which I must.

Then need to buy a rug. And a table - sick of eating off my lap! However, yesterday (down near the viaduct of all places) I stumbled over a Lawson's Auction House which had a perfect table with just the central pedestal foot. Just what I am after. And next door to them is a wholesale carpet warehouse.

Over the weekend, I shall show you what spring is doing to the outside. And show you my nearly-fig!!

Cats' eye-view

Why dincha say? A cat's-eye view I can do.

Now THIS is the secret cubby house

They LOVE the stairs! They bolt up, eyes like saucers, when they are frightened. They caress them with their backs for that lovely scratchy feel.

And they hang out through the gaps to check out what I am doing ...

The nest prior to nesting

Taken during the initial inventory inspection, these images show the living area. Essentially, I live in one big room: a studio if you will. The stairs are very steep and do not have a balaustrade. The main doors open to the south making the interior a little dark.



The first shot was taken on WB=cloudy and the rest on WB=Fluoro which explains the difference in warmth. Next I will show shots of the garden and then come back inside and show you the nest after it has been twigged up!

Alleyway dreaming

Little girl lost

Living within worn corduroy

Faded books, tumbled words and blurred images populate my living room in a jumble. And that is just how I like it.