Friday, November 21, 2008

Stacks of friends.

Look at us, like a pair of lab rats! Without getting technical these are some of treatments I’ve been receiving for my headaches for the last four months. As well as chiropractic adjustments here I’ve got a cold lazer on my liver while my feet are in a detox foot bath. Meanwhile the loop on Renata’s shoulder is providing a healthy dose of pulsing magnets that penetrate deep into the tissue and cells. Of course clearly, laughter is always the best medicine.

And talking of laughter, there was a lot of that at Chelsea’s birthday party last night. It was a poetry/performance party that always brings out hidden talents. Here’s Anna reading to us and if you were so moved you took your turn. I read a couple of Spike Milligan classics, one being;

Said Hamlet to Ophelia,
I'll draw a sketch of thee,
What kind of pencil shall I use?
2B or not 2B?

Friends who are musicians supply great perks at a soiree such as this, Nathan and Gail (among others) provided some great entertainment and sweet moments with the guitar. Original creations and well known classics kept us entertained until I looked at the clock and it showed 11:58pm. I fled like Cinderella not because my 1993 Ford would turn into a pumpkin, but because I’m 47 3/4 and staying up any later costs me too much energetically the next day!

On another note entirely I commute to work past one of the last few working sugar mills in Hawaii. When this mill eventually shuts down, we'll lose one of the great guages of wind direction and strength! So may that day be long off ,coz today I'm heading Kanaha and will look toward the smoke with great anticipation.

Oddly I was behind the truck of a Chimney Sweep the other day and thought, "chim chimmery chim chimmery chim chim chiroo, where's the demand over here to clean chimneys & floo"? AND the driver didn't look anything like Dick Van Dyke or have big chimney sweep sticks loaded on his van which was very dissapointing and made me question his credibility. Blame Disney.


Anonymous said...

I love Monday mornings when you've been artistically blog-minded on a Sunday. What a hotch-potch of subjects this week. I hope you're not bringing that lot of headache-healers home with you for your two-week break at Christmas. I only have a two bedroom appartment remember.
The one thing that jumped out at me is the word floo!!!! What the hell is a floo? A flue is a chimney - a floo sounds more like something Hefelump would play with in A A Milne's hundred acre wood along with Tigger and Winnie the Pooh.

Mater x

Scintilla said...

Spike Milligan is so funny...
We had a chimney sweeper just next door on Friday. Had he come today, he would have slid right off the roof because of all the snow on the weekend.

Lano said...

Is that a godiva on the bed next to you? Hope you are feeling better Shaz! Bet you are looking forward to ya trip back home to old blighty

Anonymous said...

What's a godiva?

Mater x

Lano said...

Isnt a Godava (Godiva) a medical term for a stiff? Dead body? Oh how morbid!

Sharon said...

Lano: LOL you silly billy, that's a "cadaver". I'm telling Charles he was mistaken for a dead body, that'll make his day!

BTW-thanks for clarifying the kinda 'stiff' you meant!

Mater-FLUE? Tell that to Fireplace & Floo Works, LE9 9PW. Chimney Builders & Repairs. 7, Pine Tree Close, Newbold Verdon, Leicester, Leicestershire LE9 9PW ...!!!!

Scintilla: Agh snow, I've not seen it in donkey's years and may be sliding on it myself soon. I'm heading to the UK for crimble. I am madness personified!

Anonymous said...

Look the word up in your OED - not my fault that the burgers of Leicester don't know how to spell flue!

Lord preserve us, look how they spell Leicester when any decent minded soul would write Lester. I rest my case.

Mater x
P.S. Thanks for clearing up a godiva and a cadaver - I simply assumed it was Australian for something rude. What are you doing with Fireplace and Floo Works? Just think how irritating it is going to be when you come home and your old Ma keeps on asking you all these questions. I blame the stroke-raddled brain or dementia - you can when you get to my age :-)

Anonymous said...

Lano; Lady Godiva rode naked on horseback through the streets of Coventry with only her flowing locks to protect her modesty. How could you mistake the person on the couch for a Godiva when they quite clearly have shorts on?

Mater x

Lano said...

I think I was there when she did that, ah those were the days.....

Anonymous said...

Lady Godiva--she put everything she had on a horse.

W.C. Fields