Oh, I think I must have done something bad….bought too many clothes in my lifetime or something. My market day sucked :o( I thought it was going to be lots of fun :o( Wah. I got up at 4:30am and made myself a flask of tea to take (that would be a thermos for you Scott) as well as taking a little esky (um…a cooler…or….a car fridge?) with the essential 33 degree day supplies of tangelos and water. Packed the car, drove to market. Spent 15 minutes trying to manoeuvre the tank into an impossibly small gap in between my neighbouring stall holders….Then I made the horrid realisation…I had too much stuff!!!! I hired a clothes rack, set up my card table and distributed clothes in boxes, on the ground (on a sheet) and on the car. Then sat back and sipped tea in what I hoped was a cosmopolitan manner….absolutely surrounded by my sins of excess.
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The Monday Mope Not a supplement for dog
good response from optometrist; laser surgery has enabled me to see like a raptor, but my eyes are suffering from lack of lubrication :o( I have to go back in a week... my eyes are getting grazed from lack of moisture. I am now in possession of lubricating drops and gel! Naturally, retail therapy became a necessity. My new shoes are.... not startingly lascivious, but super comfy...(please ignore that I typed that, it is a very old/sensible person's thing to say. The guy in the shop was very helpful - I was torn between the more glamourous pair and the practical pair... "Ohhhh," I sigh, viewing my feet in practical sandals from every possible angle. 'They're just not very exciting."
"Depends what you want them for, love," responds shoe seller guy in a Zen-like manner.
"Well, they need to survive the beach, a music festival, camping, um..."
I look beseechingly at him in the hope that he will take the decision from me. No girl really wants to have to take on the decision to buy sensible shoes. Do they? He'd gone. I saw him spouting wisdom at a German tourist. I put on the more frivolous pair and walked around the shop, imagining I was stumbling around at the Meredith Music Festival, weaving around tent pegs and evil remants of Hare Krishna food. The decision became simpler. Fifty sensible dollars later I
was driving away from the temptations of Chapel Street towards museli at FeedBack (one of my three currently acceptable cafes....)
Crocodile tears. Keep tipping false tears into my eyes…apparently dry eyes are a plus dog vitamins
fairly normal result of laser surgery...or so the interent leads me to believe...I see...I do! Now I know I have little sad abrasions on my eyes I feel bad for them and try to keep them wet and happy -it's kind of like looking after a tadpole in a drought. Poor house. It is gone. I think I'll go and throw all
the photos I took of it's interior away so I don't ever stumble upon them. I'm sure Lorraine is right and there are better ones out there - but there are aren't many other places as nice as Toogoom that I have tripped over recently...if ever.
Studying is trundling along - I am 500 words from being up to date. The stuff I wrote last night was such a crock I can hardly believe it, but I have decided to feed them what they want and then hassle them about it later (after they've marked me). All this crap about semiotics, sight and
perception (which did not go down well with me as you may imagine) and virtual worlds and the making of computer games... I just fail to see how any of this is relevant. I have a secret belief that the tutor in question just had a paper she'd written hanging around and thought she'd slot it in somewhere. God. I can't suffer alone, here's a bit of it: By the end of this module you will have
- how the eye makes sense of what it sees;
- how the mind makes sense of what we see;
- how we construct meaning from what we see;
- the implications of these issues for making effective computer games
Guess what my course is?
Writing. I'm trying to write a crime novel. Oh yes, extremely relevant. On another point - I have been saved from buying scary Wittner shoes to be worn at wedding of Goth. Lisa came over last night to collect her DVD's that I stole from her ages ago and I modelled my two pairs of strappy black sandals for her and she approved both as appropriate...[big sigh of relief]...I have had enough shoe trauma for one week....(mainly due to the fact that 'slides are in' this 'season' and so if you want summer shoes with an ankle strap you'll have better luck fossicking through your attic...which Australian houses don't have...so....you wouldn't have any luck at all....say hello to thongs...
I forgot to mention that I also got given a belt by a guy at a garage sale a couple of streets away. It’s a scout belt and it says ‘Be Prepared’ (although you can’t read it in the picture). OK. That’s it, I can prevaricate no longer. Today is my stupid weather report deadline and I must away….