It pays to be tenacious !

This-morning, having bitten the bullet savagely, I wrote a polite email of cancellation to Community Housing and Horizon Housing Realty (in truth the one company) regarding their having awarded me a studio to live in.

This I did because I had to admit that the studio was simply too small to spend any amount of time living in: as Paula said, the plan makes it look more like a bedsit than a studio. Besides, I would’ve had to get rid of all my larger belongings; and I reckon I’m pared already down to the minimum.

Just after I’d begun advising various companies about cancelling arrangements I’d made, CHL came back to me with

AN OFFER I COULDN’T POSSIBLY REFUSE AND WOULDN’T IN A MILLION YEARS

which is ..

a 1-bedroom apartment facing east, on probably the 4th level, as a Victorian Housing applicant !!!!

This means paying 25% of any income, plus the rent assistance items of my pension.

They hadn’t known me to be on the Victorian Housing Register: I hadn’t told them as I had no idea it was relevant to anything. I’d just gone on sending many MR-type emails and making myself .. erhmm .. known to them; so that they didn’t have to be reminded of me when the whole VHR aspect was raised.

Another loop ..

Look ! – they’ve added a shitload of cables and things. Only the gods know what stuff they’re all for.

And speaking of the stuff, see the silt build-up in the tanks ?

But the fun activity today is the truck sucking up who knows what from the pit. You shoulda seen the backing and filling for him to get his hose into position !

And before the sucking-up began, a bloke climbed down the ladder and totally disappeared into the pit. I wonder what he could conceivably be doing ?! – I suppose ensuring that the truck’s pipe keeps its end in, as it were .. [grin]

Way to go !!!

I’m signed up with a small sadist, right now: her name is Monica and she’s a physiotherapist.

(In fact she’s gorgeous – I took to her immediately !)

This is all about my posture. My younger sister (the cleverest of the once five who comprised John Dunphy’s daughters back there in Perth) mentioned anxiously to me that I wasn’t standing straight; and like most of her advice, it sank in. I noticed to my horror that my forward lean was rapidly increasing and had become habitual. And no, it’s not osteoporosis: it’s BAD POSTURE.

So on the advice of my medical team (which is my GP and her practice Nurse, both of whom I dote on) I saw Monica, who went through a long checklist to see how mobile I am and, I suspect, how determined to adjust. I passed. Whew !! Now I am doing daily exercises – religiously, of course, because I’m such a religious person. [grin] I am to return to Monica at the end of the month so that she can see the degree of ease with which I’m doing them; meaning have I been keeping up the regimen ??!!

So seeing this article in this-morning’s “The Guardian” made me sit up (literally: I was a bit slouched) and I read it avidly.

I would SO like to participate. But £199 ?? Shit, that’s 371.47AUD !!! I think she must be not only amazingly good at walking, but an impressively successful monetizer of the fact. I wonder how many people are signed up ? – my guess is a whole big lot.

This activity would suit me 100%. And it would provide another challenge to bolster what I’m doing with The Small Sadist.

I don’t blame Joanna Hall for making money out of her personally-achieved and carefully thought-out fitness programme. But I do blame her for setting the financial bar so high.

Oh SIGH ! – there I go again. Bloody whingeing Aussie, eh ?    😦

Well, I went there ..

.. but I didn’t join in with ’em.

Why ? – because never have I seen in one place so many people (of all ages) being really competitive. Competition is not my jam (as one of my two new but already dear friends likes to say); and it’s clear at the Maribyrnong ParkRun that those who run are all competing against everyone else.  As for the ‘walkers’ – I couldn’t possibly even catch them up, let alone match their pace ! Even the people wheeling baby carriages were either running or walking at great speed.

I’d plotted out half a kilometre on Google, and walked at my own speed – not as fast as I used to do when living in Sydney, but not all that much slower – there and back two times without stopping ! AND ! – I could’ve done another pass were it not for the fact that the balls of my feet were on fire.

So I returned home (via the two trams), pensively working out how to afford a good pair of running shoes. Haven’t got there so far ..

Anyway: I won’t bother going on with ParkRun because the poor sod designated any day’s Behind the Last Walker would make me feel terrible (as Debra spoke of the other day) – couldn’t do it. Besides, I’m still not up for 5km, yet.

So I shall simply do one of my 1km local walks every day. And who knows what I might work up to in time ?!

 

Circumstances conspired ..

.. and definitely against me.

So, erhmm .. what do you see as being important in ParkRun’s requirements, eh ?

I had, last Sunday, ordered on-line a credit-card-sized thingy with my name and barcode on it. Didn’t make it here by yesterday’s mail, dammit ! Oh well says I, I’ll just do as they say and print mine off for tomorrow which I would’ve done had my Pixma not had a hissy fit and chosen not to function. It wasn’t the Wi-Fi connection or suchlike but your actual mechanical problem buggerit. No  barcode no participation: the ParkRun site makes that crystal clear.

I was actually relieved on account of having worried myself into quite a state regarding my ability to last anything like the distance. I decided that I wasn’t meant to start today but spend the next week getting in some trial walks: drew up a few Google maps with that in mind.

There’s nice – the delightful little park a few doors up ..

And that kilometres takes in some of the very pretty Bulla Road environs – should be indeed pleasant !

And to replicate ParkRun – were I full of bullets –

So that’s enough practice for a squadron, let alone one old broad ..

I doubt I’ll ever do that 5k walk around my area – it’s not all flat ! But the two single kilometres should be fine for ascertaining my degree of – not fitness, no .. of ability to walk. And then I can go to Maribyrnong without having to be scared because of not knowing if I’m going to collapse or somethin ..

 

Almost back: just not quite ..

In the last seemingly æon but actually fortnight or so, I have managed to create chaos for myself online and for WordPress support in wanting them to fix it all.

It’s been a horrible time. My own fault for creating an email aiias.

May I suggest to anyone thing of doing that AND changing to using it for his/her blogsite that he/she walks away from the idea ?

For JDB, formerly JAD

My mate Amanda, of the Something to Ponder blog fame, has recently been posting about blogging. I’m not trying to be confusing: if you think about it, writing about blogging then posting the writing on your blog is a perfectly sensible thing to do !

It was in discussion with her on this that I realized another point that can be raised under the topic heading is not so much how to write one, but how to follow one. Did I hear you mutter “Ridiculous !” ? – then this post isn’t for you !

I have two sisters (now, when once I had four). The eldest lives in Paris*, in her flat that she bought a good few years ago, after her husband had died; and the youngest on a small holding in the Huon Valley area of Tasmania, together with hers. Whereas the latter knows a shitload about computers and everything associated – lots and lots more than I do – the former has led a life of academic intellectual learning in the areas of philosophy and psychology, and not, as did no. 5 in her academic career, in IT.

So up there in France is no. 1,  missing  nothing in life but a wider understanding of all techo stuff.  I recently forced her to sign up to this blog so that she would be apprised of the various breath-taking aspects of my existence; and she now needs to know how to take in the whole glorious sweep.

[cough ..]

So. There are dozens and dozens of “themes” (entire ‘look’ of any blog) from which every blogger chooses, and they have hundreds and hundreds of ways of differentiating themselves. As well, bloggers can choose to customize, which means an even greater divergence of appearance. But as I’m going to talk about mine, I don’t have any of those frightful numbers to write about.

Things to Watch   My chosen theme has a rather unsatisfactory way of showing hyperlinks (which are links to Other Things on the Web). All you can see when you’re reading a post is a very faint underline beneath a word or a phrase – as with my mention there of a hyperlink .. However, if you move your pointer so that the pointer thingy is over the word, you’ll see that the phrase changes colour, yes ? – and there’s your confirmation that it’s a link. What’s more, every link I include opens in a new tab, so that when you’re finished with it, you just X it shut and you’re back to my blog.

Things to Note   When you get an email telling you I’ve posted, and you click on the underlined subject heading within that email, you’ll be taken directly to that post and only that post. In other words, the rest of the blog seems not to be there – but it is. As you read the post, scrolling down as you go, you’ll reach the end and find a reference to the previous post, which you can click on. And at the bottom of that one there’ll be references to both the one before that and the one you’ve just left, and so on: it’s possible to navigate your way through any entire blog in this fashion. But having read that particular post, you need only click on either the name of the blog or on the overhead menu button that says “Home” to find yourself having the whole blog once more at your fingertips.

It’s when you’re in the individual post rather than at the front of the whole blog that you can see the category under which the piece has been ‘filed’ (you can search for other posts using these), and also the tags that you can use to search for posts including that term, whatever it is. E.g., if you were to click on chickpeas in my tags, you’d bring up a few posts that are recipes including chickpeas in the ingredients.

The menu buttons at the top are for pieces that stay there and are never pushed back by new entries.

Erhmmm .. Oh yes, comments !

Things to do   At the bottom of each individual post that you’re reading you have the opportunity to pass a remark on it. Bloggers LOVE readers to do this: it’s the only true way of judging readers’ commitment. I know (well) a blogger who has something like 12,000 followers, but she believes there to be roughly 100 who are genuine readers – those who fairly regularly write comments. How this happens is that a person sees a post in the ghastly thing WordPress calls “The Reader” – a kind of daily digest of posts across the entire spectrum – and likes it a lot. S/he then presses the follow button and up goes the number of readers. But thereafter said person never again visits that blog, and eventually deletes it from her/his list of followed blogs, but the original number on the original blog doesn’t change. It oughta !

Very long post, and more than likely missing key things. JDB-once-JAD will have to ask about anything she still needs to know.

😀

XO

 

*having obtained all approval necessary to Parisian living for Aussies: she has her résidence !

Well, it was new to me

Here are my fairly pathetic attempts at following PDX Knitterati’s Minerva scarf KAL. Michele told me I could easily learn to knit entrelac using only one ball of wool at a time, and I believed her. Just as well: she was right !    😀

But, whilst her instructions certainly did enable me to make knitted entrelac, I did not knit it very well. Far from admirable, in fact. The M-R knitted entrelac is lumpy in the corners. Uneven ditto. ACK !!

When I reached a level wherein I could ‘look back’ and see an actual hole between the squares, meaning I’d done really badly, I fell into a pit of despair.

This is it. Took me a while to dig before I fell into it .. [grin]


Anyway, apart from all that nonsense .. much and all as I do admire Michele’s ability to knit anything at all and beautifully, as well as her efforts to have students do the same, I’m bound to admit that I am not going to be a knitted entrelac star. Part of my problem right now is the long-awaited Noro Silk Garden: I do not understand what the mad enthusiasm is about !

I find NSG to be often difficult to move along the needle; it goes up and down in size to the point where one moment I’m happy with my #4 needles and the next I wish I had a pair of #7s in my hands. AND ! – in the first of the 4 balls I bought, there are no less than THREE KNOTS ! This makes me very grumpy indeed; for when one is paying through the nose for yarn that’s spoken of  by sellers and distributers in tones of hushed reverence, one does not expect to find even one knot, let alone three.

So I think The Frog is needed, here ..

[Sob !]

My Noro Silk Garden ! – it’s in there, somewhere.

No-one in Australia Post is saying “Oh look: here’s one for that Stringer woman .. put it on the next flight, ’cause she’s been ordering on-line for the last umpteen years !”, like they should !

This is what I get for living in a regional centre.

Shall I be grumpier than ever today ..?

Naah; the weather’s good (I think: it’s dark outside right now ! But it was good yesterday) and I have a Coles delivery arriving this-arvo. I’m ploughing ahead with my “mosaic” crocheted shawl while awaiting my beautiful Noro to be able to start on Michele’s Minerva knitalong .. I just watched Obama’s video in support of Biden and am, as ever, buoyed by the site of he who still represents everything good about government. Can’t be bothered being grumpy today.   🙂

Here I go again ..

.. and I hear no trumpets blowing, even though my coming across a (to me) new and impressive knitting stitch is very exciting !

(It’s actually a stitch that’s very probably been around since knitting began !)

Pleasing. Monocolour. Large needles and medium weight wool.

Horrible. Monocolour. Needles far too big and totally unsuitable yarn.

To die for. This kind of extremely short colour-change wool is perfect, with small needle size.

None of them is mine. Here’s all I’ve done so far:

The usual quality of photo (what else ?) with edge lighting confusing the image. Sport weight pure wool, 3.25 needles. Coming along well ..

Does that help ? Probably not. Sighh ..

ANYWAY. Linen stitch is exactly like material, from which fact comes its name. It isn’t reversible, meaning that the back is different: looks like an incredibly neat moss stitch.

Lots of pros and 2 cons:

  1. My sample is 20 rows ! – imagine the time it would take to knit a long scarf ..
  2. The stitch requires (from me, at least) concentration: it’s easy to suddenly fall out of sync.

But I’d never done it before, and now I have.

😀