somewhat early-ish onset dementia

Today I have suffered the following symptoms:

I took the laundy basket out to the washing line before filling it.
I returned to retrieve washing to discover I had washed my deodorant.
I went shopping for the ingredients for bread and butter pudding (I know, old school). I returned with neither bread nor butter.

More exciting blogging news after I have caught up with important chores (reading overheard in new york).

Oh and a slightly pre-emptive happy new year to you all ...

see, it is as before ...

Question: Is it ever possible to know how much other people are holding back? Tonight at a dinner party I did not want to go to I got roundly criticised on two counts by people who quite frankly have been annoying me trouser-less of late. Perhaps, I too, have been annoying them. However, I have been quite happily sitting on my hands, tongue, whatever and not giving free reign to my spleen whose everlasting wish is to be venting. And then I was put upon, by a friend who asked me why I did not want to share a house with him. This was the second time today that I had fielded this question from him today, but his second whammy was at this dinner party just as the room got quiet. So I felt I had to accept this positioning and take the old its not you its me route, saying that I no longer had the social skills to live with people after so many years of living on my own.

now that I'm here ...

Okay, so some serious stuff for a moment.

I was at my friend C's house the other night ... perhaps this blog would benefit from some catchy pseudonyms to protect the innocent-ish. And we played love songs til midnight. This little game is based on the long distance dedication show they used to have on the middle of the road national radio service here. We all had to tell about how we met our first love. We really only played it because B and W have a great routine about how they met which includes competing love interests with interesting names such as Spooky and Gretchen. Anyways I thought we all had to ... and then it turns out it was only me that had to. I must admit I well let's say coloured in, or embroidered the story a little, but they were hard act to follow. But after that we had a preview of each other's new year's resolutions. Usually mine are pathetic - write more letters - be fitter, stronger, happier or based on annoying slogans - 2004 Take more prisoners! But this time we had 3 categories to fulfill - whanau, mahi, and wairua - which loosely translated means family, work and spirit. And I really couldn't think of anything for the last. This category was supposed to encompass your own personal desires and satisfactions. And I really couldn't think of any. Now, that made me sounds lazy and satisfied with life, which I am not. Well not the latter, anyway.

Then, when I thought about it ... later in bed, and the next morning in the shower. It was not that I couldn't think of anything, I just did not want to expose myself as unsatisfied. How stupid is that? How can I go about the task of making myself happier, if I cannot admit to others I am not completely in love with my life? It is not like it is not obvious. (Too many negatives there?). Suzy Orbach, who used to live upstairs from me (what a name dropper) apparently once said, that what is quite often mistaken for laziness or an inability to set goals is something more akin to a feeling that one's own goals are less important than others. I think I might reinterpret that slightly (if I may Suzy) to a feeling that one's own goals are less realistic than others ....

Anyways, to lighten the mood, I have been having serious adventures in the laundry. The washing machine out of spite (and perhaps a little of my own incompetence) has completely ruined an expensive pair of pants and a t-shirt, both of which I have only worn once. Also I managed to break my drier and the table it sits above in one go. This feat found me on the floor covered in citrus blossom scented laundry powder and a table and cursing loudly. I have only just recovered. The neighbours probably haven't.

Enough blathering. No photos either. Aren't you glad I am back.

I'm kinda here now

So I thought I would return to blogging, blowing the secret of my lame life, by starting afresh. I thought I would also attempt to make my own template ... sorta ... Ugly isn't it. Some of you might get the title too.

Anyways ... I am not making any promises about this new blog. I probably won't post all that often. It won't be interesting, and it may have the cadence of whining if you listen attentively ... that's right put your ear to the screen and you can hear me whispering to you ...

I may spell-check ... edit, I mean ... more often and blog about cleaning or lack of it less often ... so I think it is going to be more of the same ...

btw: the spellcheck on this crazy site does not know the words blog or blogging ?!?!