Every man, woman and alien

Walking home tonight, irritable didn't even begin to describe how I felt. Irritable and juvenile was probably closer.

That woman in front of me smoking - aargggh.
Finish it quick or give up, lady. Just stop blowing it in my face!

And those men oggling the twig-in-clothes...
It's not even a real woman, you know. It's an alien that doesn't eat or laugh - ever!

Oh and hey, if you're going to change into running gear, then bloody well run! Don't dawdle in front of me!!

(Inhale. Exhale. Pull your head in.)





And then, I wasn't angry anymore. I was sad. Unquenchably sad.

I wanted a hug. I wanted the biggest, deepest, most full-of-love hug that there ever was.

Of course, I wasn't about to get one. I'd just silently offended every man, woman and alien within sight.

(Get your running gear on, girly and take yourself and your mood to the gym. G'on, get.)

A scrubbing good time

I took today off work to get a few chores done and now, in the mid-afternoon, I think I am justified feeling a degree of accomplishment.



So far I have consolidated my superannuation funds, washed the kitchen louvres and curtains, scrubbed the kitchen and bathroom - floors an' all, swept the balcony, put through three loads of washing and tidied away the camping gear from two weeks ago.

I'm not usually so thorough with my chores- particularly cleaning. I take a far more organic approach to things. For instance, I might be walking past the coffee table and notice a fingerprint in the dust and so begins a short spurt of dusting in the immediate area. It doesn't last long and rarely leads to other things. When you add all of these random episodes, the job gets done after a fashion.

Not so today. I got started early and if I started to daydream about shooting off to the shops (really, I could do with a set of curtains in the study) or going for a bike ride, I quite happily reigned myself in and got stuck into the next job.

I even wore a pinny while I cleaned! I really celebrated the whole thing and felt so good, in that domestic goddess kind of way.

It's a good time to be doing all of this, too. We're less than four days from a new moon, which is always a good time to clean out the old and get ready for the new. This particular new moon is also a solar eclipse and even more likely to bring new, good things. It will be in Cancer, a sign that loves the home. My pinny-clad clean-fest couldn't have been better timed, really.

Tonight I'll cap it all off when I smudge the flat to cleanse the energies, light some candles and set my new moon intentions. Ho, the fun I have!