Definitely better

They were right - about two weeks is the charm and I have been steadily getting some movement back over the last few days. Thank heavens. I have taken leave from work to rest and recover, which was a very good idea, and generally eating slowly and going for short walks. The cat (and husband) have been delighted to have me at home, which is nice.

We did a short quiet trip to Melbourne to see number two graduate from univesity! Can you believe it, three years has passed so quickly from our perspective, although life changing for the student. University of Melbourne has it as a well oiled machine, this was just the ceremony for the Faculty of Fine Arts and Music, so the entertainment interludes were of higher quality and the students were a little bit quirkier. 

This is the traditional photo of what you actually see when your child graduates from uni. Not much. Then back to the flat for Thai takeaway, I wasn't up for the big celebration dinner ... number two drove back with us and is staying for Christmas which is really really nice. Before back to Melbourne and on to the next adventure, whatever that may be! A career in the theatre is apparently totally a thing, it just seems strange to my public servant brain. 

Best laid plans ... completely derailed

Here are two photos from Saturday a week and a half ago - firstly a picture of my suitcase for an overseas trip to show what it looks like when you're on an official parliamentary delegation and responsible for the official parliamentary gifts! Everything in bubble wrap is a gift, and I am expected to poke my clothes and essentials for a week away around the edges. Which I am proud to say I did, although it took most of the day, in a wonderful example of tetris packing, including the closed in shoes for the factory visits and the tropical formal wear for the cocktail receptions ... 

But it was all for nothing because this is the next photo from Saturday evening from the emergency department (yes, I took a selfie, sue me). 

I had noticed some strange stiffness in my mouth on Friday morning, but ignored it, then as it got worse on Saturday, then I noticed I couldn't wink at all, then that whole side of the face was completely paralysed, then my speech starting slurring ... so we finally went off to the ED. They had me in a gown in a bed in about ten minutes from arrival and suggested I should have come in immediately I noticed something .. fair enough.  I had already checked in for my flights the next morning so I described what I was planning on doing to the doctor who gave me that special look for the delusional and said "I STRONGLY recommend you do not do that" so I didn't. 

After lots of tests and scans they diagnosed bell's palsy, which is a surprisingly common facial paralysis, often of unknown cause, although stress is involved and also vaccinations! As a conscientious public servant I had got myself vaccinated for EVERY possible disease for my trip to places without hospitals, and it must have tipped me over the edge. Work sent me some flowers which was very sweet and this is me smiling happily with them. But just on the one side.

The only cure is rest and time (and a short course of steroids) so I have been sitting at home, slowly coming to the realisation just how mental the last couple of months had been, and perhaps I shouldn't do things like that to myself and expect not to have some consequences. It can last days or months, but most people start improving at the two-week mark, so fingers crossed. In the meantime I spill a lot of coffee on myself and try not to talk to strangers because I sound (and look) ridiculous.

Still working, still not having fun

The two last parliamentary sitting weeks of the year are bringing their usual chaos and confusion ... and it's been hot! Over 30 degrees for a week now, which is a lot, after the last three very mild summers. I went to the beach on the weekend, had lots of swims and a very lovely time. The water was freezing still, but the air was hot. Loved it.

I went to the doctor for a regular check up and my blood pressure is too high, my cholestrol is too high, I am too fat and generally need to sort myself out. Which is all very true, I have been parking most health things until I retire next year and have more time. It's not bad bad, just should be better. My doctor retired, so now I have this dreadful woman who never stops talking and doesn't let me get a word in. I will keep her until I have the time to find someone nicer next year ... definitely looking forward to a bit of a break.

Working and not having fun

The downside of having a retired spouse is that they can do what they like all day, and I can't. Not for one second suggesting my spouse is a layabout - he is very hard working and productive - but it is hard to trot off to the office when he is going to Bunnings. I want to go to Bunnings too. The shed boxes of mystery continue to appear, here's an ultrasound of number one, I think at 12 weeks. Geez we stared at this trying to look for a family resemblance. It's a blob! But it's our little blob.

We painted the laundry on the weekend - it has been a semi-approved disaster zone since the day we moved in. Which is fine for the cat litter tray and all my dyeing but we thought a coat of landlord's white would make a big return for not too much effort. And we were right! It's amazing, should have done it years ago. It's still clearly not Vogue Laundry but it doesn't scream 'swampy nightmare of filth' anymore. Which is what we wanted ... and we are patching the hole in the wall too.

I have happily been doing more lino prints, although I forget to take photos. They don't seem to be getting much better but my technique has definitely improved. I have a noticeable arthritic pang in my right middle finger bottom joint after an hour of cutting, which isn't great. I choose to blame it on my computer at work (it's not my computer at work).

Urban sketchers

November's urban sketchers meet-up was down at the Mawson shops - a suburban shopping centre that has a lot of middle eastern grocers, some cafes and an excellent fruit and veg shop. It also has seats, a fountain and enough nooks and crannies to sit and sketch without getting in anyone's way ... dodgy 70s design.

I ignored all of that stuff and did a phone box. I wanted to capture the sheer agressive pinkness of these free / wifi phone boxes - they are really bright. And graffitied. It was an interesting exercise to get the lines down right and then squelch the colour on.

That didn't take two hours so I went back to the fruit and veg market and tried to something completely without lines - not really my style usually - so I put all the colour down first then arranged the more architectural things around it. Not wonderful but it does what I wanted it to do.

As usual there were many wonderful variants as people see wildly different things and then record them in wildly different ways. And, in other departures from normal practice, I went out to lunch with the group afterwards! I joined in on something! SO proud of myself. It was really nice, they are a relaxed chatty group.

Then I went home and turned out the linen cupboard (we have way too many quilts). The cat helped.

Lino printing

For a few weeks now I've had an itch to start doing lino printing - don't know why, I don't know how these things happen, but I felt the need to explore and so I did. Got myself a starter kit from Amazon and a few Youtube how-to videos and away I went. Badly. In the interests of full transparency I will show you how crappy my first few attempts were. These are all about 10 x 15 cm, so quite small.

The first one was a fish. You can tell it's a fish, but that's about it. I'm just pleased I didn't cut myself.

Then a little cactus in a pot, with a flower. I very much enjoyed printing lots of little cacti, on different coloured paper, with different weights and gloss. It's fun.

The cat was a concern. The original mouth looked terrible so I cut it out again and made it look worse. Very disturbing when you see it in multiple.

I am clearly entering a period of crazed hyperfocus so I've ordered some better quality tools, oil-based inks, a lot more lino, a lot more paper and a nail brush (it's hideously messy) and will jump down the rabbit hole both feet forward.

House things

In between the racing around we are slowly but surely getting closer to selling the house. We've signed a contract with a real estate agent for the sale, which was an interesting process - ruled out a few very quickly but ended up with a couple we would have been more than happy with, so just picked one pretty much at random. None of them seemed too bothered by our house, which is good, and all had much the same idea about what it is worth and how to sell it. I think that is a good sign, that we have a ordinary house, that people expect.

This gem came up in the school books. The main memory of Parliament House was the duck poo! Fair call, there is a lot of it.

These also appeared in a kid's room. I am not sure what they were for, hopefully not running a meth lab. I have a vague memory of an eco-science course (one child did physics and advanced maths, one most definitely did not) that involved lake water, which may have needed little tubs. Maybe.

And my husband concreted the floor of the hot water cupboard, that was just gravel and dirt. The whole laundry is very dodgy and we are going to paint over as many of the problems as possible, but thought having a floor on a cupboard was a good start. We are going to buy a shelving unit, put it in there, put our laundry powder on it and hope that the lack of light will not give anything away.