sponge

Why sponge? Because I no longer have a maid and sponges are a big part of domestic life here.
My 9 year old used up the band width within 2 days of getting the internet on. Of course, if you should want speed, the middle of the night will suffice.

Feeling tortured by the prospect of having some one say something seriously mean after having read this. SHows you what a wimp I am and why I revel on the almost complete obscurity of this blog. I think I had some one apparently rolling on the floor with laughter.......at me, not with me of course.

And to start my new reinvented or reattached reality, I here by swear that I will never ever work for the Langos stall again. Brute force and a tortured reality. The horror of menial work under those that would incorporate diminution and degradation into the pay pack for good measure.

There is a Primary school across the way. And should you be looking for me........I own nothing nothing nothing so find some one else to harrass. Back to the school. Do you like the sound of children? Or better yet teenagers in the dead of night cussing their way back home for want of anything better to do. It seems a very validating thing to do, wondering the streets screaming for good measure. Speaking of screaming, has no one told those kids about the boy who cried wolf. They all scream as if in unified distress. It really is something I expect to see in the primary section of hell. Do they have IKEA in hell?

Uni starts soon. Yehaa reason to live. Poor pitiful me. I had so much to say and no bandwidth to say it with and now the stagnant stupor sets in while all the while fear prevents me from speaking lest I appear the fool I really am. That is to save you the trouble, lest you think I do not already know.

The bell went. The children retreat. I feel the cool change come and I wonder how I will invent a way to experience these sounds in a more positive light.

The difference between the hare farm and town. lets see. Farm.......quiet seclusion, nutty residents non the less intriguing. cult like demands. Good food. Nice Gods. Peacocks that will never allow a garden to grow though they crow sweetly. Primary school that is less noisy. Drop toilets. Waterfalls after the rain.
Town.............. people [I like people I think and there lies the problem] cars and trucks and large schools. High school. Park with skate boarding facility [good and bad according to my mood] shops that do not require a 15 minute drive that costs minimum $5 in petrol to get to. Cafes that I can not presently afford to go to. All up I can think of no more which makes me wonder.

Well, I will keep up the affirmations that confirm abundance and pretend that this fiscal drought is merely in interim period between mediocrity and great things.

I am so looking forward to school which reflects badly on my self esteem.
Must get into art course which will require me drawing. More self esteem issues and what a privileged life I lead to be worrying about the mind while the body grows fatter.

The contrasts are starting to wither and I blame Langos entirely. There was something about our boss that was so entirely cruel as to find my thoughts withering under her scowl. They died, a part of my perception died. What a mean hard hearted creature can do in the work place. And I say that guilt free and hope all will benefit.

But who knows, I could be obviating the need to take some responsibility and possibly rue the day I expressed such an opinion. That's how I see it for now.

Family constellations........heard of it? If you like crying it's just the ticket.

Back to Austin's Emma. And then, let the readings begin.