annanotbob's Diaryland Diary
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The one with the waggly tail
Sometimes I think I know what I'm going to write about and then the first sight of this little blue box empties my mind completely.
In which case a sentence like that usually gets something going, but apparently not this time.
I think it's because I'm having a phase where my state of mind is fluctuating so wildly from moment to moment that I have no idea what kind of entry would best represent the last couple of days. There's been some tears and some sitting all scrunched up with my arms folded round myself, but also quite a few nice reassuring conversations, some creativity, roses in bloom, singing a happy song, la, la.
We've been doing papier mache at the arts and crafts group - why have I not done this before? I almost did at the women and art group, but that was one of the evenings I walked out after ten minutes, so I missed it. Aw man, I would have been getting the kids on the children's ward right into papier mache if only I'd known. I'm doing a bowl and it's a bit of a mess, but watching what other more experienced people are doing has got me well fired up to try all sorts of things.
But not yet, as we're meant to be tidying the house in readiness for Sunday's party, not creating more mess. I managed to clear a space for us to eat at the table tonight:
but only by transferring a whole pile to the floor and pushing the rest back. It'll go how it goes. I've had some of the most successful parties when I've not actually got around to any preparations at all and the arrival of the first guest has sent me rushing to the off license for booze. My plan is to do better than that this time.
I will tidy up, even if I just bung it all in laundry bags and shove it in the shed, but I'll clear the decks a bit and I will do some food. I'm thinking quite a lot of couscous and roasted vegetable salad, which is easy enough, then plenty of cheese and nice bread. And we can make a big bowl of hummus. I'm really looking forward to it...
Poor Sara has just phoned to say she's finished work - gone 11.30 it is, far too late to be arranging greetings cards in bloody asda. Renny hates working there and has managed to get an interview tomorrow for a job in a sweet shop (candy store?).
I was offered a dog today, by Lana, one of the other 'service users' up at the hospital. I'm kind of tempted, because I've been seriously thinking of getting one so this seems to be my dog turning up on cue. But, it's male and I really don't like male dogs, after a disgusting incident with one as a teenager, when I couldn't get the vile creature unwrapped from my legs until he'd finished - just so gross, it put me right off for life. So that's a big issue. Jane says if you get them neutered that's the end of all that kind of thing, but is it really? Also the dog is called Nippy, which strikes me as unfortunate, and she's getting rid of him because she can't stop her five sons tormenting him. Apparently when they go to their dad's for the weekend the dog is as good as gold - I think it's the boys that need to go, but I managed not to say so. A Lakeland terrier - funny looking, but it would be a lot scruffier if I was in charge. Any opinions on the subject gratefully recieved. I might ask to have him for a day and see how we go.
Grateful for:
A cloudy day; my green cardie; Marion; chocolate pudding; the fuschia cuttings Mary gave me are almost all still alive
Sweet dreams xx
10:57 p.m. - 12/06/2008
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