Thanks, Bianka, for giving me the link to my own blog! How embarrassing - when I last looked, it wasn't there, and I assumed it had been taken down. Not surprisingly, I'm having difficulty finding a photo to put in. My filing system, in spite of numerous attempts to do something about it, is all-over-the-place. I can't find any recent ones - the above must be 11 years old, when we bought the house. You can't see the building at all now, as native bushes completely block it out.

How things have changed! I'll be 80 next week and am certainly feeling it. I have osteo-arthritis in fingers, knees and toes. Recently, both knees have been buckling when I try to walk, so am off to a physiotherapist tomorrow. My GP tells me I must exercise every day. Even if I was to have an operation, my legs would still not hold me up unless I strengthen the muscles. Makes sense.

This morning I swam in the rain, as this is Day 1 since I saw the GP. He asked me to report back to him every month so he can check if I've been doing as I'm told. That is a good idea, as it will keep me on my toes. (Pun intended.)

So lovely to hear from Bianka, who lived with me for the better part of a year when she left school in Germany about 15 years ago. Her sister is in Australia now, and I'm expecting a visit from her soon, and Bianka will hopefully come again next year.

Great news with my grandchildren. Emma, 15, is in Yr 10 and Hugo, 12, started high school this year. He has been selected for the debating team! That's something I would never have been able to do. I was fearfully shy when I was at school.

The war is raging in Ukraine, and Turkiye has been devastated by earthquakes. Floods, fires, cyclones, etc, etc, all over the world. All too  horrible to think about. I try to console myself that my little bit is OK, but that doesn't really make me feel good. It's awful not being able to help anybody in trouble, except by donation.

My daily routine is: wake up any time between 7 and 11, do the online New York Times puzzles; drink numerous cups of coffee while I waste time looking at YouTube videos about the Markles and other rubbish. I try not to make any morning appointments, as I find it hard to wake out of the dreams I constantly have.

This morning was quite exceptional - I actually vacuumed and mopped the floors before having my swim, then drove up to have my hair cut at 1pm, followed by a coffee and snack. Once home, I started reading some history books.

When Hugo gets home from school, he comes down to tell me about his day, and have a berry/banana smoothie. Philip cooks nearly all the meals as I have completely lost interest in food.

I go to bed early and listen to BBC Radio 4 all night.

That's it for now. Oh dear, there are sirens outside. Wonder what has happened.

Goodness gracious me! Last entry was in August 2021, and today is 17 January 2022. Where does time go???

Sydney is no longer in lockdown, but almost nobody goes out unless to a medical appointment. I've just had a haircut and a coffee in Pattisons - the other day I ordered a pain au chocolat with my long black, and asked the young waiter if he knew what that was. (They're called chocolate croissants in English, which is ridiculous, as they are not croissant-shaped.) Anyway, the waiter said with a smile, 'Of course I do - I'm Canadian!' We had quite a chat when he brought my order. I've given up going to Firestone as almost nobody original is there, except David and Rosie, and I hardy ever saw them. They're desperate for staff, as are most places. The place has a different atmosphere now and I no longer enjoy going there.

When I had my hair cut a few weeks ago, after lockdown, I wanted it to be long at the front and sloping upwards from my ears. For some strange reason, I've had wild, uncontrollable curls for a while. Hairdresser Noriko did as I asked, but, now that the weather is warm (30) today, I've been swimming most days and the long, curly hair nearly drove me mad. So, back to short again this morning! 

    

Not surprisingly, it took me ages to figure out how to get these pics in, but I finally managed. Got new glasses the other day - on the right. I've still got yet another pair - round - as well as sunglasses, that are all still OK. After a cataract op, the vision remains much the same.

Have a new man in my life via YouTube - Robert Gouveia, a US defence attorney - who has been following the Ghislaine Maxwell trial and I have been transfixed. He is soooo intelligent, and speaks English beautifully, in spite of being American. One day, he held up a book, 'The Daily Stoic', which he recommended, so I ordered it and it arrived in a few days. (He was once an alcoholic, which explains his interest in such things.) Anyway, it helps me stay sane. (Ghislaine was found guilty, but one of the jurors didn't fill in on his form that he'd been assaulted when he was young, so maybe there will have to be a  retrial.)

And this morning I had the bright idea of buying ready-cut-up salads and fruit salads, to save throwing out as much food as I have been! My waste is appalling. I got three containers for $12, and they will last for at least two days. This came about because in the middle of the night I listened to a Radio 4 broadcast about the Keto diet, so I am sort of following it, but not totally. (Philip just came down and, by coincidence, he's sort of following it, too.)

 

Another bushwalk, very close to home. I took this just on sunset yesterday, and think it's beautiful.

Another thing I have just discovered (as well as the above walking trail) is that my computer shows the temperature!  I never realised that!! Right now it's 26 degrees C in my bedroom, absolutely perfect. If this keeps up, I'll soon be swimming in our pool. It will be spring in just over a week. I took advantage of the warmth to wash the floors, a job I really detest, as it means moving so much stuff.

It seems that most of us have been cleaning out cupboards over lockdown, and I have been doing the same. I sold my Thermomix to Manami a few months back and appreciate the extra space I now have in my little kitchen.

On 30th I'm to have a colonoscopy/endoscopy to see why I've had diarrhoea for months, with a couple of incidents of constipation. I actually love the feeling of whatever it is - pethidine? - the anaesthetist gives, so don't really mind. Seems funny to say that, but the first colonscopy I had was in 2019, and I actually said as soon as it was over, 'I wouldn't mind having another one!'

 

Yesterday I went for a walk and took these pics not two minutes from home. We are fortunate to live on the very northern outskirts of Sydney, with trees everywhere. It's dangerous in summer when bushfires are about, though.

To be honest, I completely forgot about doing the blog yesterday. Am obviously not back into routine.

Today I've been cleaning windows, washing up and generally tidying up. I cannot believe how dirty this place gets! You could clean up 24 hours a day and still it would be dirty.

It's a beautiful day and I've hung out three loads of washing. I always wash colours separately and do the teatowels by themselves.

The situation in Afghanistan is dire. It's hard to watch the news, what with climate change, covid, floods, fires, earthquakes, etc. I mostly watch YouTube for hours each day, and do online jigsaw puzzles for relaxation. 

Yesterday I wrote that Jewel is not a lap cat and blow me down if last night, she lay on my lap for hours! We were both in bed - she wouldn't do it if I was sitting up, but this is a start!

Covid numbers in NSW are heading towards 500, in spite of a state-wide lockdown.

 

Oh dear, it's a very long time since I wrote in this blog. And, after every break, I wonder if I'll remember how to do it. Amazingly, I got this picture of Jewel straight away, with no problems at all. I want to tell you - (me, since I'm probably talking to myself) - how wonderful it is to have a pet to love. I got her a couple of years ago from a rescue home and was told she'd never be a cuddly cat. (At the same time, I got a kitten, Storm, who unfortunately got run over a year or so ago.) Well, she's definitely not a lap cat, though, from the night Storm died and no longer came into my bed, she hopped up to sleep as far away from me as she could, though she was at least on my bed. Since then, she's got the courage to creep up to my pillow for tummy tickles every night, though still won't let me pick her up.

I usually go to bed about 6pm to read or listen to the radio. Last night, I was in the living room till about 10, watching TV, when out she came, as if to say, 'What are you doing, Mummy - please come to bed.' It was so cute I immediately switched off the telly and went to bed and she straight away snuggled up to me!

Goodness, I've even discovered something new! I posted this and am now adding to it!!!

Here in Sydney, we've been in lockdown for about eight weeks. No visitors, no going out for a coffee. No nothing, except food shopping or doctor's appointments. Leisure centre is closed, so no pilates or aquarobics. At first I was quite happy, but am now starting to find it difficult. I've been terribly lazy, not moving from the sofa, but today I feel invigorated and just cleaned the windows!!!

I weigh 59.6kg. That's fine. Still sleeping far too much, from 21 hours to 10 or so every night. Have had diarrhoea for months and am waiting to see the gastroenterologist.

Oh dear, it took me ages to even find this blog and it didn't surprise me that my last entry was more than a year and a half ago. It's just for myself, as I always found it helped organise my day. And boy, do my days need organising now, as I'm in the habit of lying about all morning watching YouTube and drinking endless cups of coffee.

I haven't read any old entries yet, but glanced at some photos and see my problem of too much stuff hasn't gone away. What's new seems to be dust. I've never seen so much dust, and just can't beat it. And there are daddy-long-legs and their webs everywhere. I hate killing spiders, so have only myself to blame for not getting in a pest controller.

I have absolutely no idea of how to insert a photo, nor where to find any. Bear with me while I look into it.

Aha! It was easier than I thought! This is avocado smash from my favourite cafe, Firestorm. i go there most days and everybody knows me by name, which is lovely. When I first discovered the place, I complimented Kyle, the manager, and for months after was given treats such as a cheese platter, cakes, sparkling water, etc, to the point of embarrassment. Then came lockdown, when they were only allowed to serve take-aways, which Philip got occasionally, then, when lockdown finished, I was there the first morning!

Rosie, one of the waitresses, asked me if I would help her with her English - she is from South Korea - and I was delighted, especially as I had been thinking the same thing myself. She is very polite and respectful, and asked if she should call me 'Miss Diane'. Sadly, it's a long time since respect was common in Australian life! I offered to become her honorary grandmother.

For a few weeks now, I've been back at the Leisure and Swimming Centre, doing pilates once a week and senior aquarobics twice. I really enjoy it, especially the social side of having a chat with the other oldies and getting to know them by name. But the other day, when I was crouched down trying to see why my landline had stopped working, I put my left knee out and was confined to bed for the next couple of days, with Philip and Emma providing meals for me. It's gradually got better, and I was able to meet cousin Pip and other friends for lunch yesterday in Hornsby. Well, it's not completely better, but I can at least hobble around.

Have promised Philip I will cook dinner tonight, so must stop here and look through some recipes and hope for inspiration. Am very pleased with myself for having done this!!!

Day #1 of sort-out

It happened again! I'd just about finished this blog when it completely disappeared. The gremlins in the computer do this sometimes with emails, too. I could scream.

I'll be very brief now, as I don't want to write it all over again. In my first attempt at a sort-out, I've hung some of my winter clothes on the line in the sun. Lots of my summer clothes are too big, so they'll be going out. Don't quite know what to do with them, as even the charity shops are overflowing with stuff and don't want any more.

Several pairs of boots are covered in mould. Mr Google said to wipe them over with white vinegar, so I've done that, and put them in the sun, too. I've started putting a fan in my walk-in wardrobe. Hope that helps. It's strange that I've been here for 9 years and have never had mould before. I wonder what the difference is.

I'm in desperate need of an organiser

I'm 76 years old and my life is still a huge mess. It seems I'll never learn how to organise things. When I look round the living room, for instance, I see piles of things that need attention: Japanese books, French lessons, English lessons, reading lessons, cats' toys, photos, games, CDs, books to be sorted (and read), cards (when do you throw them out?), nicknacks, newspapers, iPad (crossword to do), windows to be cleaned, surfaces to be dusted, floor to be vacuumed...not to mention my lovely big TV screen (mainly Netflix and YouTube to be watched.) It shows everybody's bad skin - lots of pimples and blackheads!

Then there's the bathroom. It's glaringly obvious (especially to me) that I have far too much stuff. But honestly, I do use it all! Creams for feet, hands, body, neck, face, eyes, scalp. I seriously wonder why all these things should be used in specific places only - what would happen, for instance, if I put hand cream on my feet or feet cream on my hands?? 

No need to describe the rest. You've all got it, but maybe not in such vast quantities. 

There are enough cleaning products in the lower section to last the dirtiest person three lifetimes.

Then we turn to look at the shower recess. The seven shampoos (+ one body wash) are on the floor because the  two shelves higher up are full. Why, I hear you ask, does a person with one head need 97 shampoos?

I hardly dare mention the bedroom, where I keep my computer and filing cabinets. Ancestry alone can take hours at a time, and cause thousands of pages to be spread all over the bed and can lead to visits to cousins in Queensland, and cousins from USA coming here (Wonderful!!). Hours are spent, too, on updating and printing my reading books for my students, and attempting to answer the almost 4,000 mails in my Inbox. Oh, I almost forgot to mention my favourite thing - online jigsaw puzzles! I have been know to do at least 50 in a day.

One of the worst problems is gifts. Just look here at the foot of my bed:

I appreciate the lovely things people give me, but don't quite know what to do with them. (The large bag full of art books was returned to me after I'd given them away to somebody else!)

Gremlins in the computer. For no apparent reason, the alignment has changed itself and refuses to go back. Time to stop before I get too cranky.

Be still my beating heart

A funny thing happened to me yesterday. Emma wanted me to buy corn syrup so she could make toffee apples. I looked in Coles, and asked for help, but still I couldn't find it, and had to rush off to meet a friend. (I had asked Mr Google, and discovered corn syrup is the same as glucose syrup - both terribly unhealthy.)

After coffee with my friend, I decided to keep looking, and, as Woolworths was closer, I went there and asked at the front desk. A young man came to help me. When I told him I'd already been to Coles (the opposition), he said in mock horror, 'Be still my beating heart.'

I thought that was an absolute scream. It illustrates beautifully how not-class-conscious we are in Australia. He could be doing a PhD in literature for all I knew or cared, not a 'mere' supermarket employee. That's the thing I like most about Australia - respect for everybody.

He took me off to search and we ended up with glucose syrup and Emma made her toffee apples.

Lady who lunches

I frequently go out to lunch with friends, mostly in reasonably priced restaurants, but recently I went to a very expensive French restaurant called Felix. And my goodness, it was worth every cent! To be honest, I didn't even look inside, and got a surprise when I found this photo just now, as we sat outside in the lane.

I had the best meal and wine I have ever had and would go back in a blink! The whole laneway is restaurants. In a blast from the past, my late ex-husband used to work in a French restaurant here in the 70s, when it was the only restaurant.

Talking of a blast from the past - here's another one! I was having a delightful lunch on Saturday, chez one of my friends. She had invited another one of her friends, who, in turn, had invited one of her friends (also called Diane). 

We were having a lively conversation when, right out of the blue, I said to Diane, 'Do you know Peter Arnold?' She gasped, and replied, 'He's my cousin!' She picked up her phone, rang him, and put me on, and we had a great catchup talk!!!!

What are the chances of this happening?

Now, this Peter Arnold had been my GP in the 70s and had seen me and Philip through some personal traumas, and had even inspired me to go back to uni. I had always admired him and read about him from time to time in the paper. He  gave up his practice after a heart bypass many years ago.

Australian Skeptics congratulates Dr Peter Arnold, who was awarded an OAM 
in the 2018 Queen’s Birthday Honours.

Another coincidence is that I, too, am a member of the Australian Skeptics. It was recommended to me by another GP earlier this year.