Memories: 23 December 2025

23 December 2025

7:00 am last night was a struggle with insomnia which was weird as I was heat exhausted. I decided to lower the humidity on the mask to 27 degrees which eventually settled me. Darth Vader would be proud.

I wake up just now and it’s already 27 degrees Celsius. Another hot day ahead. Dreadful. Storms are forecast this evening so perhaps that will settle Brisbane down a little.

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Last night while fighting insomnia that came like a firestorm in my brain….gahhh….I was shown the dream I had over 18 months ago of a rhinoceros beetle that I unceremoniously squashed. Then a few months after that my cpap mask arrived in my life and it looked so much like a rhinoceros beetle that I couldn’t stop laughing.

So I rolled over feeling hot and smothered, adjusted the humidifier temperature on my resmed to see if that might help settle my lungs. Eventually, after several hours, the “firestorm” of anxiety and brain hyperfunction or overdrive fell into a calm that passed me out gently into the astral.

So I go out just now to clean my fishpond filter. The crows often bring tribute. A mutilated cane toad, sometimes a bird or white bread from some neighbour who throws it out for them. All get soaked in my top waterfall.

So you can imagine my surprise (and horrified bemusement!) to discover a torn apart shiny black Rhinoceros beetle. I almost kept its front mandible but I am not sure how to preserve it. And really….ew!

I haven’t seen these beetles in my garden so the crows must have brought it from the forest… anyway, it’s interesting how my mind made me go over that old dream and next morning it was manifested as a crushed rhinoceros beetle gifted by the crows.

Jungian synchronicities abound. As of January 4 2026 which is only 12 days away, I will have been on cpap treatment for 18 months. It looks like I won’t be crushing that thing any time soon as my breathing results still show I stop breathing during the night.

I guess it may take more time…perhaps the rest of my life…which is sooooo frustrating and upsetting.

But maybe…just maybe the spirits showing me the symbolism of the crushed rhinoceros beetle are telling me that I will heal myself and will no longer need it.

Positivity is a thing, people of earth. All I know is the heat is killing me, my bones ache in my midriff all the time now. My left wrist aches every morning. I am tired all the time, and I have gained weight.

So I will have to be my own healer and reduce whatever inflammation is aggravating me, walk more, swim more, heal myself to the tenth generation…..I can do it. I have done it before. The scar on my upper left arm that I injured on February 13th is stinging too. Aesthetically it healed perfectly but there must be some internal aggravation.

Also scars tend to hurt or itch when there is a change in the weather. Rain is impending. Woot!

23 December 2024

Today I got to meet my friend Jackie Burns aka “Bomber” from our original Paltalk friendship turned over 30 years ago. She gifted me some lovely beauty products, and a tarot reading. She is a professional medium so I was very honoured to have her read for me.

She told me I will be connecting with more people I have known for many years but have never met in person. She also told me I would forge ahead with my jewellery hobby and hone my skills and would eventually even make money from it. I have to keep pushing forwards and regain confidence in my abilities. Not to fear money or get too despondent when things don’t work out. She also saw me travelling more in the future.

It’s been a long held dream of mine to travel and visit the sacred sites across the world. So I am excited at the prospect of that becoming a reality!

23 December 2023

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3:03 am the “walk” from Brooklyn Standard to the Uptown car park. Arghhhh. Another wonderful wild night. Freedom to and for The Tanya.

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11:11 am make a wish my Beauties! ! My Beloved Ones! My friends, family and Countrymen and women. My Wild Ones.

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1:11 pm again with the elevenses (I also saw 12:11 pm!). Today is a very spiritual day. I am being asked to surf through the high vibrational energy fields like a tsunami surfer from ancient Hawaiki.

“Be ready!” (For what?!) “The one is turning towards me”.

Me: When? How? What sleep deprived delusions are these?

“Shhh shhhh shhhh. All will be revealed, Little One.”

Me: Angels and spirits and ancestors that love me…I humbly request of you…No more bullshit or their shit shovelers. Genug already.

“You will See!”

Me: mmmmmk.

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23 December 2022

Shabbat Shalom. Tonight heralds the sixth night of Chanukah. Enjoy. The dance of Life continues…

23 December 2021

I woke up just now (10 am) and thought to myself: you have been very brave and productive. Yesterday I felt very weak, exhausted and even at times dizzy, from the heat and low blood pressure.

Yet I pushed through that fatigue like a prize fighting champion. I put on the air conditioner that my Earthangel bought for me and from the bowels of my soul, my deepest, most defiant core drew creativity and positivity and managed to finish both hatboxes (at longgg last!) and made 5 castings of resin with crushed paua shell and glitter. Those will take 7 days to cure properly so I hope they turn out.

I was wearing my skirt that I patched with doilies and little tapestries (I added my ancient petit point to it yesterday). I wasn’t completely happy with my hand sewn stitching around the edges, so I sat in the evening and made a border of red cross stitches around it for a frame. It looks better!

I feel like a Roma woman as traditionally the Rom never threw clothes out either, but remade them or revivified them until they fell apart. I am not much of a seamstress so this skirt is just a wearable art piece that is a bit quirky and insane but for some reason it sparks joy.

The Swiss voile is starting to fall apart so I probably should not have stitched such a heavy little tapestry on it but all good. I wore it all day yesterday so now it needs washing and starching!

Yesterday afternoon my little neighbour children set up a hue and cry from Valhalla and beyond. They have started doing this every afternoon.

I felt bad for their mother as it’s so hot and two babies shrieking is wearisome on the nerves. So I went across the road and arrived and told her “You need a visit from your neighbour to break the tension!” She was grateful. The sweet little blighters immediately grinned with delight and the screaming ceased.

Little Lachlan and baby Alice ate their dinner, musing merrily, while I chatted to them. Then I left when Chris came home so they could relax, bath the baby and settle them for the night.

Bobo had also set up a hue and cry when he saw me at their house so I had had to go fetch him and bring him with me. Possessive little dog!

We had to laugh at him not wanting to be separated from me even for a short mercy mission!

I delighted in the little children who seemed equally delighted in me!

It’s lovely being a strange “auntie” or proxy grandmother. Even if only in small doses lol.

23 December 2020

I had a lovely day! I got given (only 24 hours after saying I need an upright freezer or fridge!) an old fridge which will do fine for any extra storage as when I bake bread there is not enough room in my freezer compartment,

I also got a level which I desperately needed when I was making the mosaic table. A drill and a saw attachment (woot!) and an ironing board which I needed for when I make handmade paper (and for actual ironing of clothes hohum!!)

Feeling grateful and blessed that all my immediate needs have been so miraculously granted.

Thank you to Lyn (who thought of me!) and Peter for helping me get the fridge and other assorted goodies back to my place!

We worked together in the summer heat like champions. I even got us lost on our return trip home but Peter had the most marvellous gps so we just put in my address and found our way back no trouble at all!

I might find myself grieving the lack of a loving life partner but oh my...I have the most generous and loving and supportive friends!!!

Blessèd Tanya Child here!

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23 December 2019

Cheeky Charlie bird has been up the tree all day. I tried twice to get him to come down (he has to climb down as he can’t fly!) I even took the risk of leaving him in the damn tree while I went to the shops.

When I came home, he was having a conference with a few lorikeets and an Indian Miner. Very reluctantly he climbed back down. I went to put him to bed in his cage inside the house and he threw a bit of a birdy numnum tantrum!

So I am letting him hang out with Beauregard and I, while I watch “The Witcher! Now he is all smug and satisfied!

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So I drove down to Greenslopes Coles which is right next door to one of shules. No Chanukah candles. Irritating beyond belief. The guy I spoke to says he wants to bring in kosher products though. I said “that’s nice! But I don’t keep kosher, I just want the fucking candles!!!” I joked that I felt discriminated against.

Really it’s my own fault for forgetting them the other day at Carindale. Possibly they don’t have them this year either. Nuts!

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Oh I just remembered... while I was running up and down aisles at Coles, mainly the International section, desperately and belatedly seeking Chanukah candles...I spotted my local member of parliament who took the time to befriend me last year. We bonded over my stance about Dying with Dignity.

In fact I tore strips off him on the phone then rather awkwardly, had to ask which party he represented? So it ended up being hilarious as I quickly forgave him for cold-calling me as he is with Labour.

Anyway, he regularly invites me to do generic tours of Parliament House with him or other community activities. I just ignore it.

Anyway, I spotted him chatting animatedly to some bloke in the vegetable aisles. So I quickly dived into another aisle but had to backtrack a few aisles. It was hilarious.

Me, hiding from a politician. But there had been a detectable frisson between him and I when I turned up to his coffee afternoon fundraising last year. However, I am not alive to entertain married men of any profession or walk in life and I do declare I will Die with my Dignity intact!!

But it was kinda funny all the same. He had reminded me at the coffee shop fundraiser for DV, that I fought him like a demon when he called me. I said “I was actually extremely depressed that day, contemplating suicide so your weird timing to discuss “dying with dignity” legislation was rather infuriating, perturbing and of course…kismet.”

He said “You went from wanting to kill me to laughing with me!” I said “But of course, as a trauma survivor I can turn on a dime or go from zero to 100kms in minus 5 seconds!!! It is what it is! If you can’t handle that, don’t coldcall lonely furious psychotic women in the afternoon!”

He laughed. I laughed. All good. One of the people that may never forget me but I feel more comfortable hiding from now.

Weird!

23 December 2018

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Last night was very special and magical. One of the weird things that happened was there was a young Latino man staring from the other side of the dance floor. I mostly ignored him.

Too young, a stranger, and I abhor the casino “voyeurs”, also I was on my “spot” doing my thing -dancing, and hamming passionately and fiercely which as we all know by now, either terrifies or stimulates certain people.

I do what I do for me...my healing, my artistic expression (ahem) fuelled by my need to release long held traumas, old stale energy, long dead loves and my own unrequited loves.

So it greatly amused me that within an hour, young one had found his way around the dance floor to stand rather calmly and stoically beside me. I did not speak to him or engage. Not even when a beautiful young woman came to join him and spoke to him in Spanish. Or what sounded like Spanish.

I did not engage with her either. They stood beside me and enjoyed the music and the vibe and I had a sense they were quietly absorbing some of my wild energies. They did not try to invade my space but were respectfully standing nearby.

When I decided to leave around midnight (utterly exhausted from two nights frenetic wild cavorting) I gave him a wink. Just a cute acknowledgement. Nothing creepy.

He looked a tad taken aback. I think he felt he had been “invisible” but felt comfortable or safe in my presence. So when I winked at him it was like omg, she “sees” me.

Anyway it was nice to be surrounded by people who were not invasive or violating. Also Latinos are not intimidated by passionate people.

Sometimes life can be full of surprises.

23 December 2017

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Crystal sent me a black pair of cowboy boots, and two books from Tolkien (Return of the King, that had been missing from my collection and she had scoured all over the UK to replace it. Also The Tale of Tom Bombadil which I have never read). Very cool.

I am looking forward to the Return of my Firstborn Faery Queen.

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Last night was very beautiful. I was surrounded by love and light and felt powerful and seen and valued.

Even when former “suitors” came to watch me at the casino. Ugh! But it is ok. I have remained free and joyous and all they can do is stare or bring their new conquests near me for some kind of weird approval, like the love rats they are. Almost comical when I think of it.

The gods have decreed another kind of destiny for me and they are still holding back the best for last. Quelle Surprise!

I received much love from my Beloveds. My platonic sweet friends! I am grateful and happy for this season of miracles and joy. Peaceful and powerful in my own Becoming.

The goddess of Love is smiling upon me and sending me into the fray. She lifts me up in strong arms and kisses my auric field and bestows me with honour and healing and Mana!

Thank you HaShem!

23 December 2016

I can't wait to see the dentist! Agony. Searing pain after I partook of the delicious pumpkin pie I made last night. I have reached the stage that I just wish I could be cuddled and coddled like a baby. The pie was yummy but the freshened pain, not so much.

I got woken by the sound of a female voice talking from across the road. I had gone to sleep with the window and blind open and now that my neighbours have had their house raised, the sound of them travels into my bedroom window. Annoying. But in a way also comforting. Not alone on this planet.

Her voice is rather sweet. Much better than the grinding crushing scraping earthmoving equipment they started last Thursday at 7 am which was ugly.

Oh well. Another day yawns ahead of me. Scraping my jaw along the gravel of my life. Biting and gnawing on the best of the season.

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Woot! Amazing! Dentist just called to confirm my 2 pm appointment. I told her I am in agony so she told me to come in at 10 am. Little chrismukkah miracle!

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Just had bottom root canal tooth that was loose and infected, extracted. The top tooth that was worked on last week also needed filling as the gum had bad recession.

What an ordeal! But I am happy and grateful it is over.

I was lying in bed in agony this morning affirming "I am Healed. I am healed!" Then the receptionist rang to confirm my appointment and when I told her how much pain I am in, she brought me in for 10 am. I am healed but I needed a dentist to help the process lol.

My dentist let me keep the back molar that has caused me so much grief for my Mana! I think I will wear it as jewellery! Haha!

Top tooth may need root canal work if it still doesn't settle or be extracted too. Very worrying!

23 December 2015

Today was sad. I found a dead tiny green tree frog floating on his back. I buried him. I wonder if he had been the one that sang to me for the past 2 months? I will miss his annoying click, click click.

But then I went to Aldi and the young Asian male check out person blatantly flirted with me, which was hilarious because, always slow on the uptake, when I realised (he’d called me Mademoiselle!) I am No Mademoiselle! I replied “Thank you Monsieur!” He winked and clicked his tongue. Hell, that is my speciality.

So I declared rather loudly, "Young Man, I do believe you are flirting with me!" The whole line of bedraggled Hausfraus behind me, burst out laughing. Sweet boy. Made my day! Old enough to be my son. If I had had sons, that is!

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Still lying in the hammock. In a light drizzle to fizzle my vibe. Intrepidly we hang, the Bobo and I (although he thinks I am half mad and he is only half wrong!

I knew it would rain tonight. I watered the garden! It is cool and lovely out here. I have no wine, but I have the waxing Full Moon. Almost as good, really!

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Efrain Pardo: very true!

Me: The irony was that after I converted to Judaism I still had to (for the sake of family -what a crock of shit that was!) spend every German Christmas Eve with my mother. The relief when we were estranged and much later after she died. No more insane traumatic Christmases.

The most memorable of the last of my enforced Christmases was 1999. Mum and my father got Drunk and mum Meowed and hissed like a cat and Dad bow-wowed like a Dog. I sat there surrounded by fricking idiots, my pre-teen daughters completely confused and I suspect a little drunk too, as mummy dearest was slipping them stuff.

All I could think, rocking back on my heels wishing I had red shoes and a tornado ride to Kansas was, Thank G-d I am Jewish. I went through the house avoiding her pork sausages "They are schicken, Darling". Like hell! I was raised on that stuff. I know a piggy sausage when I see one.

Also before I became Jewish my mother would have dropped dead before serving such "Bauern" peasant food at her Christmas table. The Alte Hexe was truly evil.

Then worst yet, a couple of years later I was invited to a Chanukah party by a woman who was Jewish but had been married to a German. Ach, Du Lieber Gott! Just when I thought it was safe to get out of bed at Christmas time, I got THE most German Christmas I had ever had. Complete with a huge krantz on the festive table and red currant jelly (yum!)

I was very polite but my eyes almost rolled in the back of my head, and my darling Jarrod almost split his spleen laughing, when I told him about the German Chrismukkah and the lustful Habibi club (4 or 5 married men who ardently competed for my attention and flirted shamelessly).

Fortunately I was merely bemused but there were a few irate wives that went home with some very-soon-to-be-sorry hubbies that night.

As my shrink says, I am Avoidant. Which is why I am still single. Lucky Me! Hahaha! No luck, no love and only attract rapists and unavailable (praise the lord) married men.

Ladies, you chose him. I didn't! No, I do not want YOUR husband. No matter how flirtatious he gets.

Merry Fucking Christmas. Have one for me. I am staying safe in Sacred Space with my cats and dog, hens and goldfish.

23 December 2014

I had a lovely day. I got my hair done then went to Aldi to buy some groceries. They were selling Silicone tape for $4.99 so I bought some. I am thrilled that I was able to fix my fish pond pump so now I have my large pond being filtered.

Thank goodness! It was really upsetting me as I didn't want my favourite pond to go green. Next payday I am going to try a product called Splosht for the other ponds as I can't afford more pumps.

Oh and in Big W, where I went to buy fish food...I bought an ice cream machine as well. $29.99. So excited as I always wanted one.

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Last night at midnight, fully of hormonal-driven Heat and Zest, I turned Domestic Goddess (drew the line at donning an apron. :-( ). I made my own sponge, then an enormous trifle, so made jelly, custard and threw some butterscotch liqueur in it. I also made a packet mix Panna Cotta.

I will be comfort-feeding myself on trifle, through the next 3 days. And Loving it!

My head was so clear, I even attempted to watch a movie but by 4.21 am I turned it off as I suddenly felt tired.

It would be amazing if I had that kind of energy every day. Imagine what I would be able to achieve?!

23 December 2013

If you think you love me (better be bloody certain of it this time!) and you want my body (well, yesssss! Naturally!), come on Sugar, tell me so (without a word of a Lie! Cos I see through the mask of disingenuity these days!) Oyyyy, one of my former Pals told me to take the pole out of my arse, while in actual fact he was busy Poling another woman friend.

Ha! They deserve each other and I don't do Internet romances...what a waste of time. Glad to see the BSers finally outted themselves though. Love it a lot. The Universe never lets me down, when I am in the Need-to- Know business.

Real men with real hearts and real brains and real minds and real spirituality and real passion and willing bodies and singular availability, who show up without Sociopathic "jealous games" who really want a long term relationship with me, will be considered to be invited to the Pussy Party of Consciousness ONLY.

Anyone less inspired or qualified to take the top spot of my life partnership, can move on for the next, less aware, victim. LOL.

You guessed it. The Cull has begun. In earnest! No more game player fucktards welcome in my world. I have better plans for my New Year. Free of negative people. Moving on and moving up to meet nicer, wonderful people who are really interested in being in my life.

I'm keeping the best of my former life, and throwing out the garbage and old wood.

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The other interesting exchange of Saturday night was, I'm standing in the Brunswick Street Mall, having scoffed down Maccas and still imbibing the lovely but stomach curdling, oyyy, coffee kick frappe, awaiting my beauties my dear sweet ones, to return from the Den of Iniquity/the Meat market/the Char Grill of obsequious lust and halitosis that is the Kalibar...and because I am waiting, I am walking up and down, slurping on my frappe and quietly asking myself why at 4 in the morning, anyone would bother to hook up, but I have been known to do this in the past.

So I laugh at my newfound impatience with the young, being young at heart, and I waver between exhaustion and good humour, strutting around in my biker jacket, my black evening gown and my strappy leather high heeled sandals, a cross between Warrior Viking Queen and an impoverished and over-dressed Lady Godiva, my hair flowing in the breeze, breathing Freedom, when only 20 feet away from me, some young big wild Pacific Islander men start punching each other out.

I sigh, and think, what the fuck is wrong with young people these days? Noone knows how to party anymore....so I yell out, at the top of my short but bellicose lungs...."Guys, knock that off, it's Christmas!"

The entire Mall stops and there is a momentary silence...and I stand Wild eyed with fury and indignation, and they cast a look in my direction and they hang their heads and the fisting (I know bad pun) stops and they even quieten down their arguing and yelling.

I stand there, pleased and impressed because most Pacific Islanders, are usually good Christian boys, raised in Good Christian homes, and once again, Psychedelic Dreamer (the dumbarse recklass Street Angel, even streetier Devil) has brought peace to her immediate vicinity.

The cops come up 2 minutes later, sheepishly eye me. I don't make eye contact but want to scream at them, yeah a Wannabee Biker bitch has done your job for you...again...but I say nothing as in this warped unsavoury culture of Othering, where being an associate of a biker organisation of any kind (or appearing to be one) is enough to get a crazy but righteous woman like me arrested!

So I watch and quietly seethe as they lope like useless Christmas ornaments on a defunct Campbell Newman Tree of rough justice for anyone not white washed and insipid like himself...I watch as they lope lamely past the Pacific Island men (who I notice are keeping their eyes on the ground and shuffling their feet in the manner of some very naughty boys who don't want to be punished really, but are just drunk and ornery and publicly shamed by a Woman ha!)

I watch as the three uniformed gentlemen of the Established ConStabulary, the inert and primevil thugs in uniform who bide their time outside their police shop instead of trawling for out-of-order drunks, arrest some sleeping man who had the misfortune to pass out next to the Commonwealth bank ATM's, ergo had to be bodily carried away as a public nuisance, (in case he mugged someone at the ATM, I suspect) the only silent non-conformist, non-botherer of the night.

Silent night, and you still can't win. LMAO!

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3.48 am all this talk of octopi has made me crave a day near the sea. I can't afford a trip to Byron so might just go to Wynnum and sit and smell the sea breezes...time to reconnect to my most healing place.

It's been a tumultuous year, with losing Bella, Zulu, and lots of topsy-turvy emotional crap. I think I will go to the sea and pray, with pure Kavannah for a much better year next year.

This year has been another difficult year but my true friends have reminded me to breathe and if they had to, would breathe for me (thinking especially of you Lyn) and never ever give up on me and never let me quit...but remind me to keep loving and living and wishing and hoping and drag me up by the hair if they have to, when I take my Dive into the Oblivion of Despair and let me breathe afresh new understanding, courage and continue on my quest for meaning in this weird sort of life I was given.

I am blessed with some awesomely beautiful supportive and loving friends and I am humbled at how steadfastly and patiently they stand by me and wait for me to strive to Thrive. Mere survival is no longer an option. (it's all I can manage for now, but I have dreams and wondrous things to manifest...somehow, someday).

So heres the funny thing right, as a very spiritual person I am often amused by synchronicity and manifestations. So um, it's no big secret that I am a bit of a sucker for the fantasy of real love, (even if I can't achieve it.....to date...lol) so I decided to clear some of the excessive feminine energy I have in my home by putting up a poster of the Postman by Vincent Van Gogh...see photos below!

So instead of the black-eyed dishevelled gypsy girl by Renoir, I have this guy up on the wall. So cool, I think, a change of energy and you never know this bloke might attract a real man. Reaaaallllll Mannnn! Ahem, sputters.

So yeah I go out all weekend, dancing my manic dance of freedom, happiness and stomping out the pain of the past, the emptiness, the void of the demon dead who sought to destroy me but failed, soo spectacularly, even if the Scherer Vampires have my money...the spawn of Satan and his Mistress Gisela...

I'm still alive and Happening in a Far Out Way, in fact more far out than ever before, but Blossoming, growing and tasting the succulent feast of Maturity that I never thought I would Live to Savour or Succour. And Loving it...Loving Me, loving my remains of my own Days, Months perhaps years and not prepared to waste time on superficiality anymore... for I am Rich, in love, wisdom, joy and Vibrancy even if I don't have actual money, who the fuck cares??? It was always a punishment from Hell for me.

So I'm in this wonderful club called Sabotage (the moniker alone brings a quiet gleam in my eye, after a lifetime of abuse and saboteurs and wicked evil family members and their associates.) I laugh in the face of evil and empty crassness. I laugh loudest and longest and best, (you have to be in touch with your dark side to understand the humour, darlings....) and no doubt will be laughing at the last...but I digress....

So I love this wild place, of eclectic wild masculine energy with its Leather Gentleman's couches and the interesting unusual mix of consumers.

Saturday night and my beautiful women friends, The Two Sarah's, wild, free and soo sexy, are dancing with me, and I am feeling such power in my soul, such an urge to express not repress, such volatile zest for life!

However as I am much older than my gorgeous friends I take a break to sit languidly on the couch, drinking lemonade as I've had too much wine and need to be sober hours later to drive us all home.

I notice this tall bearded man, sitting quietly and almost demurely on the leather couch adjacent to me. I witness a slightly manipulated set up as his friend is lying on the couch directly opposite, looking bored and tired but nevertheless bemused.

So I beckon the tall bearded man over with a seductive crooked finger (I won't play games, but if I must, I can play with the best of them haha). So he leaps up eagerly like a St Bernard waiting to be thrown bacon, to stand above me and introduces himself and his bored but intrigued friend.

I am very amused by this, so I say "I see your friend is tired, rather bored and intrigued, but also guilty, as I believe he is married". So he happily agrees with my observation. They had been to the races he says, it's been a big day. So I said, “Ahh yes well I have his number but you seem a little bit more difficult to assess.” He says, “well I am happily divorced” and gives me this mischievious devil may care, come hither look.

He actually (omg this is rare for aussie men...very rare!) offers to buy me a drink. (I demur, as I am driving later and not sure how much over the limit I might be already).

So he gives me an affectionate kiss on the cheek and goes off to work the room as men have done since time immemorial and I watch his mate yawn and wait patiently for his loyal return.

So alas, he comes back to tell me, he is going to a club 2 doors down to check on a mate and he might come back. I say, "Well I won't be waiting too long honey, I am out to enjoy myself". He says "I love it!" and so we part as one out of time momentary ships in the night, and my wild ones decide that we are going to Cloudland so we continue on our merry quest of revelry and momentary affections/attentions of strangers and sashay away.

Tonight while my beautiful Lyn is visiting me and telling me a story about her week, I glance up at the Poster and shiver of shock and recognition runs through my veins like a small electric charge.

Yes Dumbarse had met the exact replica of The Postman, only a younger version and a biker type (yum!) who had told me, during our brief encounter that he had just been invited to a Beard Pageant. So I stroked his beard and informed him that he might have to brush it a bit before he goes on stage, and he giggled happily.

So there you have it, you can't always get what you want but you get what you NEED, spiritual synchronistic proof that God is watching and laughing at my attempts to find the Right One, by sending me carbon real-life copies of men I love and admire...(where is Johnny Depp? Late late late for a very important Interfacing with my lacing!)

This guy, this very guy, walks into my life of Sabotage, and surreality, and walks out of it, but oh what fun, what ponderance, what a big Tease for the One who Should Know Better....LMAO.

23 December 2012

I have had a truly awesome weekend! Archery practice yesterday, then dancing at Casino! I met a gorgeous, bright, witty, interesting man, ironically on the bus home lol.

Today I drove with Lyn, Annette to Cotton Tree. I had a fabulous time, body surfing. I must have been in the ocean for an hour. At one point as I hurled myself in front of the turgid waves I thought to myself, this must be what it feels like to be a mermaid! So exhilarating!

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