Anything, anything, anything...
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smokingbootThat stops me from thinking about money…
Due to utter pissed-offness with life, and underlying anxiety I am trying to ignore into submission, today’s LJ post is going to be full of rambling brain doodle which I’m chopping to bits to spare hapless friends and strangers. I’ve recently discovered Deadjournal. Maybe that’s where this belongs!
First and only important thing: Have a fantastic birthday Red Raunchette!
We Love You!
BB and I will be missing a good friend’s birthday celebrations this weekend, cos I have to go and visit my aged aunt. We have been putting off this visit since June, and said Aunt is trying hard not to doubt my enthusiasm. She’s a good egg, lives alone and is doubtless very bored, so this is a good thing to do, and even her incredible good temper wouldn’t take another excuse. Still….mutter mutter…damn.
And that is the only whine about aunt I shall make. Now onto a demi-whine. The whole thing is made worse by the fact that, unusually for me, I have seen a present I know my friend would love, something so her it’s perfect. It isn’t a small thing though, not a postie type pressie. I could buy it, and save it for when we can go down and see her. Except for one problem. The problem I promised myself I wouldn’t think about again today.
So more pointless whitter: Feng-Shui, Feet and Pom-Poms
Recently I’ve been concerned with health issues for myself and my love.
Echinacea having soundly failed to live up to my hopes, I need an alternative therapy to play with: Feng-shui! Not traditional Feng-Shui, cos a) it’s maths and b) your house areas are called things like ‘Nineteen Angry Ghosts’ and ‘One Hundred Cries of Sorrow.’ All trad feng-shui teaches us is that there are some areas of our homes we should avoid completely, and I knew that already. Mine’s the kitchen. No, I try to use a Balinese /Indonesian/new age derivative, based on 8 star, which in turn gets its design from the back of a tortoise shell, or something like that.
So, with my Feng-Shui and Space Clearing Book in hand, I traipsed through the house looking for the area governing Health. It is, in fact, the central bit, where lurk a)some doors into other rooms. b) A noticeboard with several pizza/kebab menus + an invite to a Navy, Noctural and Norse party, and c) a shoe rack.
This shoe rack has been the bane of my life (and my nose) for months now. It abides in the main corridor of the house, which makes sense. You come in, you take your shoes off, you put them on the rack. However, it is an awfully plain shoe rack, and it has the same problems to be found in every large gathering of shoes. I have been over each piece of footwear on that rack with Neutradol, but nothing works. Should any guys read this, never think that girls make it up when it comes to tales of feet. We adore you, but gentlemen and durian fruit have more in common than is ever admitted, and out of deep love for you all, that is the most I shall say on the matter.
So, Feng-Shui solution? I cleaned the whole thing up, covered it with a lovely dark green and red tapestry style throw, put a tribal bouquet, and some Egyptian ornaments on top, including an ankh once blessed in a sacred spring by a priest of Pan! What could be better? Ankh, symbol of life, green for growth, red for blood and sex, Anubis watching the door, Bast sitting around looking relaxed, tribal bouquet for, er, I don’t know, looking like funky ancient tennis rackets maybe, which is almost sport…OK, so I know I’m reaching…and finally, my multi-coloured North African pom-pom belt, for vibrant health, movement, dance, you get the drift. After all that, he took one look and said ‘Pom-poms?’ He seemed to mourn the eclipse of the old, smelly plain shoe rack behind all this colour, and pom-pom resistance seemed imminent. I was on the verge of a pout.
In fact, he said that he could bear the pom-poms if I liked them. I felt so happy about the whole arrangment, I was sure in Feng-Shui terms our health would improve quickly. Less than 24 hours later, it transpires that my dental appointment is on 27th Nov and my hospital appointment for the stupid mole is on 28th Nov. Maybe those pompoms do more harm than good.
Tonight we sleep and tomorrow we travel down to the West country to see my aunt. Farewell LJ. See you soon.
Due to utter pissed-offness with life, and underlying anxiety I am trying to ignore into submission, today’s LJ post is going to be full of rambling brain doodle which I’m chopping to bits to spare hapless friends and strangers. I’ve recently discovered Deadjournal. Maybe that’s where this belongs!
First and only important thing: Have a fantastic birthday Red Raunchette!
We Love You!
BB and I will be missing a good friend’s birthday celebrations this weekend, cos I have to go and visit my aged aunt. We have been putting off this visit since June, and said Aunt is trying hard not to doubt my enthusiasm. She’s a good egg, lives alone and is doubtless very bored, so this is a good thing to do, and even her incredible good temper wouldn’t take another excuse. Still….mutter mutter…damn.
And that is the only whine about aunt I shall make. Now onto a demi-whine. The whole thing is made worse by the fact that, unusually for me, I have seen a present I know my friend would love, something so her it’s perfect. It isn’t a small thing though, not a postie type pressie. I could buy it, and save it for when we can go down and see her. Except for one problem. The problem I promised myself I wouldn’t think about again today.
So more pointless whitter: Feng-Shui, Feet and Pom-Poms
Recently I’ve been concerned with health issues for myself and my love.
Echinacea having soundly failed to live up to my hopes, I need an alternative therapy to play with: Feng-shui! Not traditional Feng-Shui, cos a) it’s maths and b) your house areas are called things like ‘Nineteen Angry Ghosts’ and ‘One Hundred Cries of Sorrow.’ All trad feng-shui teaches us is that there are some areas of our homes we should avoid completely, and I knew that already. Mine’s the kitchen. No, I try to use a Balinese /Indonesian/new age derivative, based on 8 star, which in turn gets its design from the back of a tortoise shell, or something like that.
So, with my Feng-Shui and Space Clearing Book in hand, I traipsed through the house looking for the area governing Health. It is, in fact, the central bit, where lurk a)some doors into other rooms. b) A noticeboard with several pizza/kebab menus + an invite to a Navy, Noctural and Norse party, and c) a shoe rack.
This shoe rack has been the bane of my life (and my nose) for months now. It abides in the main corridor of the house, which makes sense. You come in, you take your shoes off, you put them on the rack. However, it is an awfully plain shoe rack, and it has the same problems to be found in every large gathering of shoes. I have been over each piece of footwear on that rack with Neutradol, but nothing works. Should any guys read this, never think that girls make it up when it comes to tales of feet. We adore you, but gentlemen and durian fruit have more in common than is ever admitted, and out of deep love for you all, that is the most I shall say on the matter.
So, Feng-Shui solution? I cleaned the whole thing up, covered it with a lovely dark green and red tapestry style throw, put a tribal bouquet, and some Egyptian ornaments on top, including an ankh once blessed in a sacred spring by a priest of Pan! What could be better? Ankh, symbol of life, green for growth, red for blood and sex, Anubis watching the door, Bast sitting around looking relaxed, tribal bouquet for, er, I don’t know, looking like funky ancient tennis rackets maybe, which is almost sport…OK, so I know I’m reaching…and finally, my multi-coloured North African pom-pom belt, for vibrant health, movement, dance, you get the drift. After all that, he took one look and said ‘Pom-poms?’ He seemed to mourn the eclipse of the old, smelly plain shoe rack behind all this colour, and pom-pom resistance seemed imminent. I was on the verge of a pout.
In fact, he said that he could bear the pom-poms if I liked them. I felt so happy about the whole arrangment, I was sure in Feng-Shui terms our health would improve quickly. Less than 24 hours later, it transpires that my dental appointment is on 27th Nov and my hospital appointment for the stupid mole is on 28th Nov. Maybe those pompoms do more harm than good.
Tonight we sleep and tomorrow we travel down to the West country to see my aunt. Farewell LJ. See you soon.
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Date: 2003-11-14 09:06 am (UTC)Regarding the shoe rack and your search for a new alternative therapies, I believe I have the perfect solution that could cure all your problems. Aromatherapy. If you put your aromatherapy oils in the place in your house that feng shui suggests deals with health, it will deal with the smell from the shoe rack too!
Tell me I'm a genius!
(I have a feeling your other half might not thank me for this suggestion...)
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Date: 2003-11-17 01:19 am (UTC)I hope you had a terrific weekend. We really missed you.
Re the shoe rack, thank you for your suggestion. Hmm...thoughts turn to mighty and powerful but somewhat medicinal smelling tea-tree oil...