Awwww Poor Phoebes!!

I've had one of those days where I couldn't achieve anything so now I'm just sore and my brain is mush with nothing to show for it.

William owns most of Season 1 - 4 of Friends - in the correct frame rate mind you. So Marie, William and I get together for 'best ofves' (?!) every so often. One memorable moment is the episode where Phoebe was getting things wrong and misunderstanding people. The others would sympathize with her naivete by saying "Poor Phoebes". When something unfortunate happened to one of the others, Phoebe also responded with "Poor Phoebes". She just thought that was what they said to each other. Very cute. So the three of us began using it with each other and it has leaked out. When a friend had a car accident last week, I used "Poor Phoebes" so much he has now named his car Phoebe. Because he was helping me paint just before the accident, I named my bench he was helping out with Phoebe in honor of his efforts and the poor car.

I have just been filling in an application form for a business course and have just reached the part where you need to create a questionaire for others to resond about how you are going to change the world with your brilliant idea. I had tried to apply for this course before but stumbled at this point. I wanted to use my design skills to assist older people with downsizing their furniture and creating specialist clothing. I visited rehabilitation facilities and nursing homes to see if I could ask staff, clients and their families about whether this idea was viable or not. Facility one was too busy too talk and could they call me next week (still waiting). Facility two told me they didn't have enough people for me to ask (only wanted ten people - and I could see more than that from where I was standing). Facility two sent me to facility three - a larger place with more people I could ask. When the liason person at facility three heard my idea and that I wanted to ask clients if I was able to provide a service for them - I WAS ESCORTED FROM THE PREMISES!!!

In trying to help some of the most vulnerable people in society I was kicked out of an elderly nursing home, hence the current block in my application form.

Poor Phoebes.

The continuing adventures of Shed Girl!

There hadn't been much happening at Rumble Castle. JD completed a second white undercoat. I helped out a bit but found it easier to attend to the furniture that will be inhabiting the room (My idea to cover up the dark brown desk set will be to DIE for). During these few days of white upon white upon... JD came outside to look for me for some reason. He had been calling me for a while and found me in the garage (workshop), 'I now know what to call you! Went looking for you in each shed - you are Shed Girl!' Yes I do have three sheds in my backyard. I'm just glad it isn't my superhero power. I would be so disappointed.

Anyway, everything was going quite la lala la laa happily until JD went home over the weekend to visit his lady. I thought with a few days up my sleeve, I can spread out the work so I don't end up in codeine city again. Saturday wasn't too bad. Did the cutting in for the first white topcoat. Even went out that night for a drink and a dance. Couldn't use my left arm (strange as I'm right handed) but no one noticed enough to say anything. Gave myself Sunday off to lunch with William and Marie (Now there's a lame superhero duo if ever there was one).

Monday came and I thought, 'Just one roll over each wall. Won't take too long. Not too much pain to deal with. Go visit the folks after lunch. It will be all good.' Mixed up the paint. Gave myself a break before returning to begin (really don't have a great deal of strength in the arms at the moment). Picked up the tin to pour into the tray (I know this is basic - wait) then noticed a MASSIVE pool of paint around the bottom and all over the drop sheet. Dropped a few expletives myself and worked out that I'm not a clumsy paint mixer - there was a hole in the paint tin and since Saturday I had lost about a third of the tin. Complete panic occurred. Rang the only person who I knew to be home on that day who might come and help slap paint on anything that stayed still long enough (the dog's sleeping - I don't care - paint her!). Unfortunately, knight-in-shining-armour (KISA!) wasn't at home but still managed to wrangle a spare hour to slap some paint on poor Phoebes for me (Another story for another time - Asfat!). Thank you KISA - you're my hero of this week and I'm still very sorry about your Phoebes (also Asfat).

Eight hours later with only lightening breaks I managed to have used up all of the Alpaca White paint (How do they get those Alpacas so smooth and creamy?) Top coat No 1 done. Second Cutting in done. Window done. More of Phoebe done. Shed Girl? Done in completely.

Swinging Away!

JD has been and gone twice already since the last post and I still haven't done any more painting. Given how bad I felt after last time I do have the perfect excuse - I'm just not sure how long this excuse will wear with others. I received a delightful letter from Centrelink during the week telling me that my payments had been suspended. When I visited them to ask them why, they told me it was because I hadn't signed a work agreement form. I asked them why they hadn't let me know this, so after checking the computer, they told me it was because I had a doctors certificate saying that I couldn't work but it had now expired so I am now expected to get work but they hadn't informed me of this procedure. Ahh Centrelink, your logic is not of our Earth logic.

Thankfully, I have had the Melbourne Swing Festival to take my mind away from such trivial matters - it's a long weekend Centrelink, how do you expect me to go job hunting when everyone is away/watching soccer/dancing? Lots of very talented and dedicated people have been congregating all over Melbourne wearing awesome t-shirts and beautiful Asian inspired clothes for variously themed events. Volunteering at these events means I get free access in exchange for sitting around chatting to some very interesting people. My spare time this week has been spent on altering clothes to wear to these events which has been lovely as cleaning up at the end of a sewing session hasn't meant running paint brushes under freezing cold water for 20 minutes while it is 8 degress celcius outside.

Even managed to get JD to help with the sewing stuff - he tied me into my dress last night and took pictures - he is becoming my apprentice everything at the moment! Actually, yesterday ended up being a little surreal. Had a ballet class in the afternoon, swing ball in the evening and late night catch up with friends at a surburban pub with an 80's cover band and loads of drunk teenagers falling over each other and getting thrown out. Evolution teaches us nothing about our behaviour - does it BP?

The White Room

My latest theory is that my left shoulder likes a little of the weird stuff. JD and I have been painting like crazy for the last few days. He did the ceiling and most of the walls. I helped with the cutting in, some sanding and using leftover paint for bits of furniture, but that was too much for the level of recovery I'm at. I felt like I had a knife embedded in my shoulder. The kind of pain that makes you cry. I freaked out poor JD stretching and trying to get the kinks out later that night. I ended up putting Dr Horribles' sing-along blog on and all was forgotten. We had also watched an older Dr Who - one set during World War II and I immediately resolved to make myself a set of period male suits and costumes - "Tonight ladies and gentlemen, I'm wearing the Winston Churchill!!" Female service uniforms are also quite strong and sexy, I will make these for future dance balls as well. Truly beautiful and finally a reason to dress like Captain Jack!

Visiting Mike d' Physio today, I found an elbow burrowing into THAT spot in my shoulder. Heck it was painful but I found myself actually enjoying it... Having been pummelled within an inch of 'is this a physio or bondage session?' I was lying on a heat bag in recovery when I began to receive a new message from my shoulder: I need more heat. In the same way I felt like I had a knife in my shoulder yesterday I now wanted to ram a red hot poker into that same spot. Not happy John! I had to ask JD to take me op shopping in the afternoon to lift my spirits - as if he needed to be coerced!

The upshot is that I walked into the workroom last night (which thanks to William has a working title of 'Hard Candy') and it is all white. From pink walls and camel carpet for three and a half years to white freshness at every point you look into the room was a delightful surprise. Radio paradise even managed to play the Cream classic during the afternoon to herald the moment. Progress is still painfully slow however - in every way imaginable.

Surprise!!

JD - a long time friend, arrived fresh from dental hell yesterday as planned, half an hour before I left for work to inform me that the course he was going to do in the city and needed my spare bungalow for was on again and therefore could he still have the room. Surprise!!

Well good sir, if you still want the room, I'm afraid you really are going to have to help out, otherwise you won't get in there and I'm sure sleeping on the lounge floor will get very tiring, very quickly.

It's a lovely sunny day today, so I will be trying to get the last of the chalk marks off the walls and final bits of door frame sanded for undercoating.

I have a lesson on how to use my brand new overlocker at 4 pm. My mother bought it for me a week ago - completely out of the blue. So lots happening. JD is doing the dishes, bless him, after a delightful breakfast of toast, museli and chocolate birthday cake made by his lovely lady.