Drifting through life

All you parents out there, remember when your kids were little and you thwarted them somehow for something? They would be red faced, angry, crying, yelling "I hate you!" Did you ever yell back "I hate you too!"? I did. I prefaced it with "right now", which softened the blow a bit I suppose, but I don't think it did the kids any harm to know that Mum could be angry enough sometimes to "hate" them. On the plus side, even when angry, I loved them and they knew it. They loved me too, but probably didn't realise it when yelling "I hate you." I remember being about six years old and "hating" my mum for some childish reason and saying I wanted to leave home. And I meant it. I was going. I dragged out my school case to put things in and was stopped in my tracks by mum offering to pack it for me. What?? She wanted me to go?? Well, too bad! I wasn't going anywhere! Why should I make her happy by leaving? I'd h...

Fifteen weeks ago, I brought home a small kitten shaped ball of fur. Now I have a cat that is longer than half the width of my table. I'm guessing Angel's dad must have been a big boy. At seven months, Angel is almost as big as his mum. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Does everyone remember the shampoos and conditioners available in Australia in the 1980s ? Thick and rich and foamy , they left your hair silky soft and gleaming like a mirror. And tangle free. They were full of all kinds of stuff, chemical stuff, the ingredients list was like something out of a laboratory , just like the shampoos and conditioners were. But my hair loved them! I had soft, shiny, bouncy, curls that were tangle free. Now, shampoos and conditioners are "natural" with the kind of ingredients you might find on your breakfast table. Apple, peach, strawberry.  Or the dinner table, herbal essences, coconut oils this,  argon oil that, morrocan o...

This is going to be short. Very short. There is nothing in my head except toothache and thoughts of the dentist. I was fine this morning, it came on suddenly, just like it always does. I can tell by the type of pain that I'm in for another root canal treatment. I haven't rung for an appointment, because I know from past experience she will be booked out, so I'll phone first thing in the morning, right before I go out and buy a truck load of pain killers. I might get lucky and she'll say come in... Speaking of teeth...Angel has his new, grown up teeth now. They're so big! I see them when he yawns. I hope he never, ever, suffers toothache.

I'm not the best housekeeper in the world, I tend to ignore as much as possible and I'm quite good at that. (Just watch out and step back when I'm in cleaning mode) But one thing I do notice is dust bunnies. And this place has plenty of them. Of course that doesn't mean I jump up and get the vacuum every time I see one. No No No. The thing is, the bunnies were big and bad enough when they were just dust and fluff and my hair. Now there's cat hair in the mix! So the bunnies are bigger. And fluffier. And underfoot. Not to mention under every damned thing else! Time to get out the vacuum cleaner. Sigh. So let's talk about Saffron.  Y'all know Saffron? No no, not Zac Effron! Saffron. S.A.F.F.R.O.N. Little tiny threads of stuff that cost half a week's budget and are supposed to turn rice a lovely golden colour. I see it all the time in magazines and recipe books. Saffron rice. Yellow as the sun. Golden deliciousness. Well, I don't know whe...