Weekend Coffee share: 9th April 2016

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Welcome to my place. Come in and have a beverage. Whatever you fancy. Well almost whatever you fancy. I’d love it if you fancy chai laté because I have some which is lovely but just a little too sweet for me so I don’t drink it. I’d love to see it finished. What do you do when you don’t want something? Do you throw it out? Save it just on the off chance someone might come that does like it? I’m a hoarder and to my husband’s dismay I struggle to throw anything out.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that when we moved here four years ago I had a huge cull. I’d seen a programme on hoarders on the television and I was horrified because, although I wasn’t quite as bad, I was looking at myself. This made me resolve to cull and cull we did. When we moved here everything fitted into cupboards with space over. Now I have two bedrooms that you can’t move in. It is time to move again so that I will be forced to rid myself of some of the excess that I have accumulated.

If we were having coffee I’d ask you how your week has been. Then I’d tell you about mine. Well there isn’t a lot to tell. I am still finishing of the final bits and pieces in readiness to submit my thesis by the end of April. My Mum is suffering with sciatica which is stopping her from sleeping of a night. After our lunch on Friday she fell asleep at our dining room table. Heavily asleep. A ridge from the edge of the table cut into her head which made her look as though someone had tried to scalp her. She didn’t wake when I put the brakes on her walker. I was scared in her sleep she may push off and land on the floor. Not a nice place to be in the last weeks of 87.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you we took her out for lunch last Sunday. The tavern at Buderim has fantastic views and the food wasn’t bad either. Then we went to the local theatre for 3 one act plays. Mum was disgusted by the first one, ‘Feeding the Pigeons in Trafalgar Square’ which had a lot of sexual violence depicted, the plays theme was domestic violence where a woman recalls her tumultus marriage, her escape where she left behind her children and the long term consequences of domestic violence. The next one Mum liked better but when doing her voting card at the end she chose the third which was a fairly predictable farce “Love in a food court”. She said the second  “Senses working overtime” was good but she didn’t have a clue what it was about. I thought it was good, different and showed a lot of creativity. It looked at the internal workings of the human body. In the recycling department the technicians are watching the football unaware a tsunami of red wine is heading their way leading to conflict in the committee room and a battle between pessimism and optimism. Only daydreams can save the day. It was very clever.

If we were having coffee I’d tell you that I am minding a puppy whilst its owners are at golf. He and Muffin are great friends but it has been a bit of a disaster as he is so stressed that his owners have left him. He won’t come near me and has had only the occasional game with Muffin, who, by the way,  was advanced to a higher level training class this week as she had been so good the week before. She was a disaster. I was dressed with my dog belt on and green bags seemed to be popping out from all directions and she was intent on jumping and grabbing them all. The only commands that she was good at were the ones that she’d never heard before. Perhaps she was simply bored.

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© irene waters 2016

I hope you had a good week and that your weather was as perfect as ours. I love autumn. Thanks for dropping by and having a cuppa. Thanks also to Diana for hosting the weekend coffee share.

About Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist

I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. Commenced a masters by research in 2014.
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23 Responses to Weekend Coffee share: 9th April 2016

  1. lifelessons says:

    Is this a Scottie? He is cute cute cute!!!

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  2. You’re moving? I hope because you want to move. I dislike the process and love my current home, never want to move again. I would love to travel more but finances won’t permit so I travel via my friends who go to fun places. The three plays sound like a really interesting evening.
    The best part of my week was having my granddaughter’s Brownie troop to my house one evening, teaching them about art. Twenty little girls, identifying various paintings. We finished up with cookies, of course. They are so sweet and very serious learners.
    Isn’t it funny that now Muffin seems like the grown up dog, compared to your little guest.

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    • We need to downsize for various reasons and I am so over cleaning a big house. In fact I have just let it go for the last couple of years doing only what really has to be done. I’m looking forward to it.It sounds like you are really happy where you are. I didn’t realise you had grandchildren close by. That would have been a lot of fun. Children are soaks. I’d love to know what paintings you got them to identify.
      What I didn’t say in my story that the play was for mother for her birthday which is on the third May. I was thrilled to find something occurring on the special day but when I printed out the tickets I found it was on the 3rd April, a month early. Hopefully she won’t forget she’s had her birthday present.
      Muffin is turning into a lovely dog. Definitely much more mature than our guest.

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      • If you really want to know about the art lesson: My home is filled with art of every kind, much of it made by me (I was a professional artist, though not famous in any way) and an art teacher (very proud of this, as my students have moved into every level of art and related fields.) We also have art we’ve purchased and art created by others in the family. This part of their activity badge involved talking to an artist. I made up a simple quiz about art, describing 7 easy to identify art forms. Then I put numbers on 45 paintings and sculptures around my house. Still, only about 1/3 the amount of art here – yikes!

        The kids wrote their name and an A+ at the top of the quiz (wasn’t about getting a grade, but about learning) and then walked around my house, writing down the number of each artwork under the description that best fit – landscape, portrait, drawing, photograph, still life, sculpture, commercial art. As they looked and wrote, I walked around and discussed with them what they’d discovered. They also shared with each other.

        I figured this would last about 10 minutes, as the kids are only 7 or 8 years old, so I had a simple project ready for them to do after. But they spent 40 minutes and were so engaged, I let them continue, and we ran out of time before we got to the project.

        Among my favorites: a carved wood bas relief sculpture of a sun and moon face my husband made for me. The two oil portraits I painted of my sons when they were little. The drawings my younger son did and my older son’s photography. A Marc Chagall poster.

        The last painting I showed the kids is a simple watercolor of trees, mostly of the massive trunks. I told them that the painting was done by someone who was 85 years old and had never done art before, that she had a hard time remembering things, that it won an art award, that she has an illness that will never get better, and that art can be made by anyone who tries. My mother, of course, in the fog of Alzheimer’s disease. The painting is truly lovely.

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  3. Deb says:

    Your poor mum! That’s super tired!! It seems odd that we are heading into spring (hopefully) and in your area it is fall. Winter is still hanging on for all it has! Freezing nights aren’t good for the new flowers popping up!

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  4. I just realized – your mum will be 88 soon. Mine will be 88 on May 8. Mine falls asleep throughout the day, but she also suffers from Alzheimer’s.They are slowing down and it’s very hard to witness.

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    • Wow! They are the same age, in the same month with my Mum being older by a matter of days. That is sad for your Mum and for you watching her losing herself. It is hard watching them start to struggle with living. My Mum isn’t going to give up without a struggle but at the moment with her sciatica it is a really difficult time for her and hard for me because there is absolutely nothing I can do.

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      • The nothing I can do – that’s the part that really gets to me.

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      • I know what you mean. My Mum has her mental faculties but she is crumbling in other ways. This last week has been tortuous as she has been in constant back pain which no-one seems to be able to do anything about. I hate seeing her suffer so and on our third visit to hospital casualty via an ambulance I said I couldn’t cope any longer and she is now in a rehab hospital and I feel positive for the first time in ages that we are going to get somewhere. That feeling of not being able to do anything is dreadful.

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  5. Lisa Reiter says:

    I just typed ‘Irene’ into my browser bar and got your home page to be confronted with a phallic picture (Magic Mushrooms!) – a bit of a shock on a Sunday morning when I’ve turned up for coffee. Hope that soya milk is hot but not boiling – it’ll spoil otherwise. And that coffee? Not to acidic I hope or the milk will curdle. I don’t fancy the chai latte because I’m avoiding sugar (except in 2 squares of dark chocolate a day) – perhaps you would come over and finish the nettle tea in my cupboard – we have an array of herbal teas but no-one is going to finish that!
    I am so sorry about your Mum’s sciatica – having had problems on and off with that for several years – and only mild ones too. I hope her doctor is interested in possible causes. I can recommend some lying on her front whilst you pulled gently on her feet to stretch her out a bit and also ice to reduce inflammation in the small of her back. It’s also worth checking how tight those buttocks are as I get pain caused by a tight piriformis muscle – a massage might help there but at 87 she might be horrified at the thought. (Check out piriformis syndrome)
    Meanwhile, I have woken second day in a row with terrible congestion and sore throat but am functioning on paracetamol and aspirin as you can see. Simon however, properly holed up in bed like he has the flu so he’s in the spare room in case it is something different. We think Max is the source – a friend of his went to Spain on a school trip and brought something terrible back – he was off school 2 weeks and then it did the rounds of school. Max had it during the end of term but was in various concerts and so kept going on decongestants and paracetamol and nearly 6 weeks later still has the vestiges of it, so I am busy gobbling garlic and all manner of home remedies and hoping I’ve got away with a light version of it!
    Anyway – I have to go. I am this morning’s taxi to the station for him to see a friend 😀

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    • Yes I’ll take the nettle tea off your hands. I’ve never tried it but I’m up for anything once. Thanks for those suggestions for Mum’s back. I’ll check it out. I’ve organised for a Bowen treatment on her tomorrow and perhaps she” work on her piriformis. I’ll try anything as she is in agony and it is getting her down. Hope your lurgy settles soon. You probably get the circular thing going with viruses having a child at school and a husband in London. You probably don’t stand a chance of missing out. happy chauffering and have a great week. 🙂

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  6. Irene,
    I wasn’t familiar with your mom’s health condition, but I was definitely impressed that she still attends plays and can discuss her likes and dislikes. You are good to have her living in your home. I hope your upcoming move goes well. Don’t envy you that one.

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    • I’m not that good Linda. Mum lives in a retirement village around the corner from me in serviced appartments. We bought a house with a granny flat so she could live with us but she decided that she would become too much of a burden and found her flat. It is good being close but probably good too that we don’t live together. We don’t need such a large house so time to get something that I can keep clean but I don’t think that we will move until sometime in September. I’m not looking forward to the actual process.

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  7. It is great Muffin has advanced in obedience training. Some days are like.you may be right he was bored.Moving is a good way to clear out the things you don’t need. It cut the number books I now own.

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  8. Connie T says:

    I had a spare room that I packed everything I wanted to keep. Old phones, old dvd players, old cameras, clothes, shoes just everything. My 18 year old son went in there a couple of weeks ago and got rid of everything. He said “We are not hording anything.” It stressed me out really bad. I didn’t want all my stuff thrown away or given away. He wanted to get rid of all my book I have bought but have not read. He got rid of most everything. I kept all my art supplies. He would have got rid of that too. It upset me for a while.

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  9. All the best with your thesis. The one act play sounds different as in why call the depiction of all that feeding the pigeons on Trafalgar square? Sorry to know your mum’s sciatica and hope she is getting better. Talking about hoarding, I guess we are all sailing in the same boat. In 22 years of marriage we have moved some 8 times and that too countries due to the husband’s job. Every time we clean up and every time we accumulate! Have to read Marie Kondo’s Life changing magic of tidying up- The Japanese art of decluttering and organizing! Have a great week.

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    • Thanks. I think it was called that because during her abandonment of the children she travelled sending them a postcard from various places she was visiting. With each postcard the electrician became the psychologically affected son at his various ages. The more I talk about it I realise how clever it was but it was extremely dreary at the same time. Moving I think is the best thing for decluttering. We move regularly otherwise I really would be like those houses I saw on the television. I am going to get Marie Kondo’s book and see if it can help me. Thanks.

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