I am thick, my dose is blocked, my head hurts and my throat is sore. I also seem to have misplaced my voice… Please let me know if you find it…

Ooh yuck, I have a cold sore too.

(Sorry for the graphic.)

Still, I found it within my power to go to lunch with Bliss at her favourite Sydney restaurant where I filled up on steak and onion rings (which are good medicine aren’t they?) and a coldie. We strolled down the corso (pic below) and then it was off to dessert from the best gelato shop outside of Italy.

Now I am wrecked! But have managed to get the washing off the line and into the drier to finish off… Tidy the living room and have a lovely long chat to my grandmother.

I believe I need to learn to take it easier…

Sigh.

I am a girl, I cannot deny it. I am very happy to be a girl though there are some elements of girlish behaviour that are stereotypical to which I subscribe and some to which I don’t.

So, here are two lists which will tell you more about me than you probably wanted to know…

Girlish behaviour…
1. I like to wear skirts (but not all the time)
2. I am happy to be driven rather than to drive
3. I don’t mind flirting
4. I like to have the door opened for me
5. I like to have my hair done at the salon (but wish it cost a lot less)
6. I am happy to be the only cook in the house
7. I pluck my eyebrows (ouch)
8. I do my make up every morning
9. I get PMS occasionally

Non Girlish behaviour
1. I drink beer (oops nearly wrote beef…) from the bottle.
2. I hate shopping.
3. I love rugby (union) and can talk about it at length.
4. I would rather cut my fingernails off short than have them manicured.
5. I hate buying shoes and wear any I buy TO DEATH rather than buy new ones.
6. I hate parties even ones with flirting opportunities.
7. I do not buy anything pink unless it is a gift for my niece.
8. I hate home decorating shows and magazines… really hate them.
9. I do not watch Oprah … or chat shows… or soap operas of any kind…
10. Once I have done my hair in the morning it is done till I do it again the next day…. same with lipstick (if I bother with that at all).
11. I don’t use PMS as an excuse for bad behaviour

I could go on.. and on… but have to go and get ready for work … I have to leave in 45min… yep… that much of a girl that it is going to take that long to get presentable…

I think it is my inner photographer or artist that responds to the aesthetic beauty of random moments. Often something will strike me as interesting and I will mull over it for some time. Usually it’s words, but sometime it is just random images or situations I happen upon in the course of my day.

Let me explain.

I was sitting in traffic (in my car I might add) idly looking out my window and happened to see two completely random individuals who appeared to have consulted each other that morning in the manner of their dress for the day.

Both male, of similar stature and both wearing dark pants, sky blue business shirt and navy tie. Could have been twins… But weren’t. One was exiting his driveway as if to come across the road and patronise the nearby service station, the other walking towards him at a right angle (for what it is worth) each was oblivious of the other.

I am fairly sure I was the only one who observed this particular moment and it has been rattling around in my mind since, it has actually been over a week since this incident occurred.

I guess the impact it has had on me is a speculation that there is so much more to see than the particulars of a situation. The cosmic ballet of creatures going about their daily lives outside of consultation with others all creating patterns and pictures that only someone above or distanced from the action actually sees. Even if they have no relationship with each other they are related by the end result the image, the product of their movement, industry or breath.

Yep. More to life than meets the eye…