Memories: 15 March 2025

15 March 2025

8:11 am. I have arrived back in my room. Fully consciousness. Arousing. Rough night, but it is what it is.

It’s another glorious morning. The Tanya is grateful.

Shabbat Shalom y’all. Have a happy Saturday.

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2:25 pm Not quite the same but I may still wear them…Quirky and artistic! (An insult my half sister once gifted me!) Oh well. Quirky is as quirky does! Babies!!! Santa Muerta always wins in the end…then a new life in another form somewhere. In the meantime…I shall keep living la Vida Loca…triumphantly, wildly, joyously!

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15 March 2023

6:05 pm A storm is about to hit! I have felt completely “disrupted” today with the intense humidity. Woman interrupted. Maybe after the storm I will feel the release again. 🙂

This morning I sold two crystal decanters to a very kind man who was very happy to buy them. So that was a positive. That money can go towards some propane gas and some food. $80 doesn’t go far but I will make it stretch.

I felt a bit sad that I am having to sell hardwon chattels to merest survive, but ultimately they don’t get used and are a constant ache, being reminders of my dead evil mother.

So moving that stale stultifying energy out of my house releases me to attract perhaps better, kinder, more noble opportunities. Also a safe haven, not choking in clutter.

My mood got ever heavier with the impending slowly building storm. But it’s finally here. Let it rain and cleanse the parched earth and my much beleaguered dessicated soul. Let it rain….

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15 March 2022

Charley laid a third egg this evening. At least the last two were not stuck in her cloaca. But this fecundity is a bit of a worry. She doesn’t normally lay more than three so hopefully it’s over for a few months now.

15 March 2021

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On the bus to attend the Women’s March for Justice. Nervous as hell. I don’t think I have ever gone to a March before. I have only supported from online.

It’s a drizzly day but much cooler than yesterday. So that will make things easier.

15 March 2020

No sign of Charlie but I did see this cast off snake skin this morning. Left on the window sill, above the hydroponic pond. It’s not a large snake. Not large enough to eat Charlie but I suppose there might be more. That is probably what happened to him. He left so suddenly and silently.

My life won’t be the same without him. He was a big big spirit and a big personality and was my “bluebird of happiness” even if he did have a penchant for ripping out all his own blue feathers.

He was giving me lots of kisses yesterday morning. The last time I saw him. My beautiful loving boy.

The garden is so empty without him.

Wherever you are, Charlie may you find rest and peace and eternal love and please wait for me. I love you.

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15 March 2019

Looking forward to the impending storm this evening as we got hardly any rain last night. I also am looking forward to Ecstatic Dance tonight. (If I can cope with the humidity and the earache!) I have some major demons to stomp down after the horrific news during the past few weeks.

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@QE2 at the coffee shop. Eating potato fritters because the nurse gave me heaps of Movicol for constipation I don’t currently have but they worry about my diverticulosis and want me stripped super clean for the surgery next week.

So I am pissed off (about my body!) and am eating something yummy before my “low fibre” diet for a week. Not looking forward to surgery. Already have an earache. So in general feel like cancelling the whole thing but must harden the fuck up and get myself through another shitty debacle.

Also I feel condescended to, treated like a child or a mental patient. I have had 3 procedures before. So angry right now. No one needs to shit a week before when the prep cleans you of every aspect of your entire being!!!!

But like a good little girl I will let them play god with my body and mind....

My gall is rising... uh oh... wrong surgery.

15 March 2018

I have no feeling in the tips of my fingers from knitting. Odd! I have just been out in the garden gathering macadamia nuts and weaving raspberry vines with my bare hands so I have harvested a few prickles too. All good.

I also harvested some more limes which are reaching the end of their season and deserve a much needed rest. That tree produced heavily this summer. Wonderful!

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Hallelujah. The messiah of the Holland Park forest grove is here. Grass being atrophied as I write. Not so good for the unhappy grass but will be much neater.

He said he killed two tigers and a lion. I said if he turned up when he was supposed to the zoo would not have escaped into the wilderness.

But yeah it was getting long and stressing me out as last time it got really really long it cost me almost $900 for housing to send 3 workmen to slash it.

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My asthma is bad. I can’t stop coughing. Not long out of bed as stayed up until 2 am then had usual pee dramas. The night before I was pishing every 2 hours until I passed out with exhaustion around 6 am. So much for eating healthy Thai soup and a beautiful chicken curry.

Now waiting for my lawnmower man to turn up. He has been avoiding the task for 2 weeks. Horribly frustrating.

Hopefully the job gets done today.

15 March 2017

Ahhh. Panadeine forte. Deep Heat. A nice cup of tea and caramel fudge gifted by Lyn and Danni. Post sugar High. Bliss out, Woe-Man! Now Netflix. Awesome!

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My psychiatrist reminded me I am not mad and have survived trauma. My leg injury is the psychosomatic equivalent of not feeling supported by my now-dead father.

He prescribed me panadeine forte. I am in a lot of pain. I also am buying vitamin b complex and magnesium.

My beautiful friend Lyn already brought me some magnesium tablets today to aid in healing my muscles.

Feeling very loved and supported by my doctor and friends.

He told me I am doing well in my psychotherapy - drug free now for 9 months, dealing with life in a profoundly beautiful poetic way (I read him my last message to my Beloved). Ahem. I told him I am putting my book together!

15 March 2016

Been to Dr. Lungs clear but bad inflammation. So antibiotics, prednisone, ventolin, Seretide, something for my acid reflux and stocked up on other medications. $50 for medications and $30 for the doctor (had to pay $100 up front)! Sick of being sick so hopefully the medications will help.

I feel utterly exhausted. My dr says I need to dance more but obviously not when I am suffering respiratory problems. I have only managed one night a week in recent months. Need to walk more. Eat healthy (yeah right!) cut back on sugar.

I have a debrief with my psychiatrist tomorrow. Bad timing as all I want to do is rest.

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I am impressed with my GP. She just rang me as she forgot to give me the script for Systane eye drops for my dry eyes/blurred vision. So I asked her to post it to me as I don't use them very often. But I am pleased she is so thorough.

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Strong antibiotics (which make me woozy), prednisone (gives me the shakes and makes me edgy), using my Ventolin and Seretide with a spacer for better retention on the declension of my recalcitrant lungs.

A last ditch attempt at a drug for my acid reflux, last one on the market to trial. Gastro Stop for IBS. Oestrogen, slightly increased dose for hot flushes and chills and thrills with my doona all night. 9 prescriptions. 10 with my Eye drops.

Lol. I joked with the chemist that drugs are the only thing keeping me alive. I shake rattle and roll. Fortunately 2 of them are only temporary until my chest settles down again.

The miracles of modern medicine.

I will be improving within 3 days, I hope. The antibiotics were just a precaution as I quit coughing up tiny globules of alien manufactured goop a few days ago. The Prednisone is to quell the chronic inflammation causing the spasmodic coughing fits. Which have exhausted me beyond belief.

My oxygen saturation, heart, ears and blood pressure were all fine. Weird as my ear was weird a few weeks back. It must have been pressure from the constant coughing.

So basically The Tanya is unable to write herself in the Brisbanian Book of the Dead just yet. My lungs still have will power left.

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I have had a lovely day with Jarrod and Harvey. Bobo was really happy to see Harvey. So much so, he constantly licked his eyeballs. Jarrod bought and cooked a lovely mango curry. We had cheese and crackers, chippies and later popcorn with brown sugar and spices.

Jarrod hooked up Crystal's big tv so we can watch Netflix and Stan in a big screen. We watched Housos which was funny only because I actually used to spend time with people like that in Logan. Omg! :-)

Jarrod also helped sort out my Storyteller Facebook account so I can start doing more vlogs or readings of my zany writings. He also got some files off a back-up for me. I am grateful as I tried all yesterday and got nowhere. So he helped me greatly.

Thank You, Jarrod! :-)

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TV for my bumholey "sniff, sniff, snigger". Thanks Jarrod for help desk, again.

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15 March 2015

I have had some time in the garden, pruning back the front, which was a splendid forest of overgrown gardenia, lemongrass, rose, night-scented jessamine and cardamon. It all ran away on me but it is trimmed into forced respectability like the rest of the civilized world.

I hate taming beautiful wild things but I decided I had less and less path to walk on and worried about...sssssnakesssss popping up to say Hello!

Australia, the Land of the Back-Biter and every other kind of nibbling creature you can dream up. Lol!

Wildness, Beauty, with just enough sting to keep you grounded in REALITY!

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4.24 am I danced all night. Utterly exhausted. Both feet tingling and spasming after being pulverised by giant stomping leaps and bounds in stilettoes. I wore my corset and the very long full gothic skirt, and my studded docs. I had lots of lovely compliments and I was so happy.

Now time to schluff. Hopefully the pain will settle soon. It was worth it. Karen and I had a blast dancing. It's good exercise and good for the heart and soul even if it is a bit hard on the tootsies.

15 March 2014

Last night, early hours of the morning I met a huge african-american man who claimed to be the bodyguard of Bruno Mars.

I said "Impressive, if it's true!"

He said "You are Beautiful!" as he bounced another woman on his lap.

I said "I might be flattered if you were not already 'occupied'".

He said he was from New Orleans, so I said, "Know any Voudou High Priestesses, as I need some help with my Mojo?"

He said "honey ah do but what's wrong with your mojo, you are Hot!"

So I said "you know, I may be Hot but my lovelife is Still not happening!"

Then I did my usual witches cackle and he just smiled.

Meanwhile dreadlocked dude flirted with me for a while (and I with him!) He would be sweet to know if he weren't so terrified of me. I had him fucking intrigued though.

Poor lad! He wanted my Baklava! I said, "Sweetie, you have done nothing to earn my sweet cakes. I am not nearly impressed enough!"

I had actually bought him one but I thought he left with another woman so I gave his Baklava to George The Busker! Lmao!

I made sure I ate my cake in front of him. Men! Want to eat me and my cake, chew me up, spit me out, trawl after my friends then expect me to hand over my goodies!!! Fuck dat shit!

Anyhow, I have half-cleaned the floors. Just lounge and bedrooms to go. Hmmm. I wonder how long it will take to complete the appointed task. I ran away to go dancing instead!

Dave told me I am crazy (which of course I am) but I set him a baleful stare and said "it's rather odd how a man declares a woman 'crazy', the minute he discovers she cannot be Controlled!" He is fast learning my buttons to push. Hmmm. That takes some level of interest and determination.

Curious and curious says Alice to the Disappearing Cheshire Cat. This Pussy will smile alone, tucked up in bed listening to the Dawn Chorus.

I have Mojo Burning (story of my fucked up lovelife!) to attend this evening. Blues, stomp, stoner, party. I shall enjoy the hell-raising goodness of it all! Yeah, Baby!

Perhaps I should have gone with the Bodyguard who came past me as I sang and danced with George the Busker and Brian at 4 am. He put the lady he was with at Murphys in the taxi and looked at me and walked into the casino.

Impressive! A gentleman. Probably married. Oh well!

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Heading out to Mojo Burning, Babies! Hot in the city tonight. I am already burning!!!!!! Need the sea! Soon!

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Mojo Burning bluesfest was Awesome! I had a great time, dancing wildly! Now heading to Irish Murphys for more frolicking. St Paddys day celebrations continue! Irish eyes are smiling!

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I am glad I had my big Blow Out last night! Feeling very centred and happy and mellow right now. The Moon is Mine!

15 March 2013

Mavis meant “Chuppah”. She also used to pronounce Challah as “Helen” :-)

15 March 2011

15 March 2010

still keeping busy weeding garden and relocating the Rose Geranium. I seem to be so restless, when I am awake lol

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