Woke this morning with the lines from Jabberwocky in my mind. Specifically:
“And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
Says it all, really. (Amusingly, it seems that John Quiggin had a similar reaction.)
I’m pleased but unsure what direction the new government will take next - there’s been too much me-tooism for my liking. Over the campaign (and before that) I found myself wishing they would stop echoing the Libs. I do hope this new government will be more compassionate. And I agree with Kathryn, we need to focus on conservation and sustainability, economic growth alone is not the answer.
To celebrate I even broke my daily limit of one-per-day alcohol consumption and had TWO beers. I think I needed the cold fizziness to wash down the huge amounts of vege chips, sunflower seeds and melon seeds I consumed while watching the tally on Aunty. What was with the continual ruckus from that stupid audience, though? I kept expecting Kerry O’Brien to stand up, turn around, and yell “SHUT UP!!!” I wish someone did!
Published on 5 November 2007
in joy.
All I can say is: where have you been all my (menstruating) life?
I feel annoyed that until now I had no idea alternatives to disposables existed, I have been duped, and I am so glad I now know.
Just successfully used the Mooncup for a whole period and found it (if you haven’t guessed) a revelation. Comfortable (much more comfy than tampons), convenient, and best of all the cost - in a few months it will have paid for itself, and I’m glad to be no longer adding to landfill, at least in this aspect! (I bought mine from the UK - for £18.99 (AU$40), which includes postage and handling.)
All the stuff I’ve read online suggests that it will take two or three periods to get completely accustomed to it. I had no trouble inserting or removing it, although I sometimes had to try a couple of times to get it right. My technique will probably get better with practice. (I’m actually looking forward to my next period!)
Poor M had to put up with my extremely pleased exclamations over how good it was. I won’t gush (no pun intended) but will leave you with this quote:
It’s more positive and powerful to not be beholden to some enormous faceless sanitary product company that sells you ideas of discretion and being dragged around in white on rollerblades by a pack of poodles while you’re bleeding, too.
(Quote’s from this site.)
Hyde Park is Paco’s idea of heaven, I think. We took him there yesterday - M was going riding with his unicycling buddies, and we thought Paco might enjoy a quiet time sitting in the sunshine. Little did we know…
I don’t have any pictures because I was too busy being dragged around the park by a tiny dog. I think it was all the smells - of dropped food, other dogs, lots of people, flocks of ducks and water birds - that meant that Paco found the whole place completely intriguing and utterly wonderful. He just wanted to look everywhere, sniff everything, and he even enjoyed running around from place to place. (I was worn out by the end of the afternoon.) We’ve taken him to a different park closer to home but he didn’t seem to particularly enjoy it. I think Hyde Park is The Park from now on.
We were wondering how Paco would react to meeting a whole group of strange people. I think he was the life of the party - he licked everyone and wanted to either play or cuddle, when he wasn’t distracted by everything else going on around him. He isn’t particularly worried by unicycles, and he thinks poi are chew toys.
Paco even enjoyed meeting other dogs, although he was a bit cautious and submissive at times (probably just as well). Every other person wanted to stop and say hello to the little dog, which was a new experience for me.
And the most amazing bit? Paco didn’t bark once! He doesn’t bark around the house either, normally. I’ve only heard him bark twice - the night we tried to lock him in the laundry room, and he also barked at his reflection in his mirror the first time he saw it. Paco’s bark is quite surprisingly deep for such a little dog. He does wuff in his sleep from time to time. I wonder what he dreams of.
At the moment, he’s fast asleep on my lap, covered by a bit of my sarong. (It’s a bit cool this morning and he was shivering a bit until I covered him.)
Postscript: Paco takes up a lot of my time at the moment - a good hour in the morning before work, and much of the evening after work. I’m thinking that I am going to need to reorganise my routine a bit so that I regain a bit more time for reading and writing.
