Memories: 24 July 2025

24 July 2025

7:40 am I woke up from a very vivid dream about meeting a very tall man from Chile. He was very eccentric and amusing but had poor boundaries. When I told him he was too close to my face and chest he told me “Of course! We are a passionate people!” I was wandering around with him and kinda enjoying his company.

He was complaining to me about bikies and I was explaining bits and pieces of the sub-culture to him, what little I know. He got a little freaked out. I told him there is nothing to freak out about. People are people everywhere, no matter what class or culture they belong to.

He told me I was so open-minded that my brains might fall out. I smiled “Too late! but I abhor judgemental snobby people!” So he quickly changed his tune.

He told me he played the violin and the cello. “So you are man of culture then” I replied wryly.

We came upon my daughter with a group of friends moving furniture. She pretended she didn’t know me. I held back. My new Chilean friend moved in on her to tell her he would help her (not knowing she is my daughter).

She comes up to me and angrily demands if I am dating him? I reply “nah we just met today. But he’s kinda cool and interesting!” “For the love of all the gods, Mum don’t date him. He moved in too close and went right for my breasts!” I nod and smile. “He’s from Chile. They are a passionate people!”

I wake up thinking “What the fuck?!” The only time I see my daughter and she’s questioning my choices in men …fair play on that one, by the gods. Lol! She looked tired and miserable. I hope she is okay in real life. Jarrod says she is.

Also I never date. No one ever has the couth or courage to date me. And I don’t even care anymore. So it’s weird I am dating strange men in my dreams!

Then I woke up to a video sent me by Joanna about a unicorn being dug up Iowa, USA. It’s probably just AI fake shit but I had to laugh. If unicorns were real then The Tanya still has a chance at Love, being a born again virgin…lmao!

There were more dreams..a huge neighbourhood dispute about someone being cruel to a dog. Somehow I defused that situation. Oh and I was carrying a small fridge down some steps. One end of it while my new Chilean paramour was holding the other end and pushing it too hard into me so I had trouble keeping my footing. I got so annoyed I picked up the fridge myself and carried it myself! Superhuman strength cos a man pissed me off! Ay yay yay! (It was only a small bar fridge!) but the fury was intense!

Anyway, awake in my Sacred Space bed, free of passionate men of all nationalities….hoping like hell that that unicorn discovery is real so my mythologies can be validated. Woot!

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The Chinese Apothecaries are probably already wanting to acquire pieces cos there’s no aphrodisiac like a “unique horn” although in this case it only works with virgins. Badam tish

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Omgoddesss. I made chocolate brownies, and rice pudding with cocoa nibs, raisins, chopped crystallised ginger and a knob of butter and cinnamon. The cacao nibs and crystallised ginger were an experiment. It tastes amazing!

24 July 2024

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I had my debrief. The new cpap machine is being bought for me. A huge Thank You to my benefactor. He also told me he wants me to keep dancing until I die. Not to give up the dance.

I told him about the escalation in violence and also last Friday night three young people again, being threatening and sinister. He advised me to let security know so they can take steps to keep me safe as he knows how much I love dancing in that club.

He said “No matter what, you must keep dancing!” I joked “Like the girl with the red shoes to my own oblivion? Be careful what you ask for!” But I know…I know…I will keep dancing. My body mind and spirit demand it. Even on nights when I feel not quite well enough, I push myself through and often those turn out to be my most spectacular nights. 🙂

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Some guy clipped the back of my car when I was stuck in traffic on the way back from my psychiatrist’s office. I got out but there was no discernible damage so I just said to the guy “It’s okay”. Got back in my car and kept driving. My Mazda 3 “the ein sof” has been constantly under attack lately. Like her Mama T!

Also why do morons drive into the back of people when we are stuck in a line of heavy traffic?’ I am just grateful there was no real damage or we’d have held up traffic for miles and miles. Gahh!

24 July 2023

10:44 pm I spent most of the day tucked up in bed. Still exhausted from dancing on Friday night. Then I took Bobo for a walk around 3 pm. It was cold and windy so I left Charley home.

Then when we got back I worked on a ring, soldering several sheets of silver together to get a thicker base plate. I was unable to solder the ring shanks together so I gave up and went and cooked up a bolognese. I froze it all down. Then went into the lounge to watch tv.

A good day.

24 July 2022

I spent the afternoon burning most of the leaves. Big job! I also washed my pink cardigan in preparation for the impending dye job. Not sure when the dye will arrive. Whoops. All my washing on the line will smell like smoke so may have to wash it all again. If it doesn’t rain lol.

Oh well. It took a lot of time and energy but there were far too many leaves!

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I am sensing an underlying hostility in my neighbourhood. I’ve been aware of it for the past 6 weeks actually. Very strange.

Time to put on the Tuvan throat singing, bang my drum and maybe do some Banshee screeching. Send their evil negativity back to their original Sources. I bet they don’t even know what they are passing along worse than any virus.

Anyhoo I am content in my Sacred Space. We have been for a walk, then raked leaves and I am burning them. Keeping my home and garden pristine.

Now cooking up some lunch in my air fryer. Yummy.

Life is good!

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1:36 pm it’s a glorious day. Sunny. No wind. Warm. So warm I had to take off my woollen cardigan.

Bobo has chased away the wild kookaburra. I told him “No, Bobo, this is Sacred Space where everyone must feel safe!” but he’s a determined mutt. Kookaburra didn’t seem to mind much. Plenty of other gardens to spy on humans and catch bugs.

An Indian Miner bird swooped down to the ground, too close to Charley. There was a lot of resounding screeching from Charley girl so the poor confused miner bird flew off, looking rather frazzled and perturbed. (Miner birds are the neighbourhood bullies so she was rather embarrassed!) But no one dares fuck with The Charley! Or her Mama T either.

The gods all know, everyone tried…:-)

So we sit. Grounding on our earth, soaking up love and light in our protective little sphere. I want to go out somewhere but no money until Tuesday. I have petrol in the car so I could go for a wee drive but I think I will stay home and stay safe and warm with my assorted angels and garden spirits.

Hopefully the weather will stay bonny for a few days so I can do something nice with my dog during the week. Red Beach is calling!

24 July 2021

Haha I just spent my last $12 on a loaf of white bread, tea, barley sugars and jubes and a small block of Colby cheese.

Lol…I paid in coins raided from my money box and watched in consternation as the young male checkout operater’s hands shook with terror as he picked up each fucking coin. Ffs! To think that real metal money could fill anyone with so much dread. Agenda 21 stealing our cash society and unleashing plague upon us. Absurdly evil as it’s true!

Cos nothing says self-harming behaviours like poverty, dead much-beloved cats and an impending fucking colonoscopy.

Fuck! (No my Angels I am not asking for money, I am grateful for all your kindness and support! Plus I get paid again on Tuesday)

But I am just so weary from living life on the extreme edge. It’s killing me slowly and painfully.

But there was a fierce enervated wildness and a beauty I woke up with this morning. I put on my hard rock music and danced and screamed at the gods for killing off my pets, for stealing my true loves out from under me, for this brutal horrific existence that quite frankly… I no longer want to be part of!

But The Tanya the Warrior Goddess witnessed her transmogrification by dancing and cursing the gods. They know I know they are not done torturing me. But I had to purge the fury in a safe way….cos no money to unleash my unravelling untethered glory on a seedy dance floor somewhere else.

And why should the punters delight in my glorious reconfiguring with their insipid feckless schadenfreude? Because all the worlds a stage and all the people merely players …and all our exits and entrances are just a fucking feral whirling dervish of calamity until Someone screams Enough!!!

Hear me…MOTHERFUCKERS! ENOUGH!!!!!

…but I girded my golden uncherished loins and bathed the dog (at long last!) and went to the shops. Far out! The populace is catching up to my nightmares that I have been living since early childhood. It’s not pretty out there.

So I will create more majesty and glory and beauty from inside me..until this latest attack on humanity subsides. But there is always another one…so there is that.

Ultimately all we have is the love we made, the Fucks we gave and the deep yearning of our souls for a better more peaceful more Sanctified life surrounded by and immersed in Love and Light.

A psychedelic dreamer’s dreaming on a road to nowhere, alone and cast aside, dishonoured and dishevelled. But shhhh it’s all illusion Babies…they never knew whom they were dealing with. Psy sighs.

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Back from my walk and my visit with Ailsa, Robyn and Peter and little Koko.

When I left Ailsa grabbed her walking stick and ran after me. At their front gate she said “Please don’t leave!” And reached over and kissed my cheek with great intensity. I returned her kisses on her cheek. She said “I love you!” I replied merrily “I love you too!!!”

Sweet lady. She knows I am frightened about the colonoscopy. I told her it’s just a routine thing although deeply unpleasant and I will be home on Monday afternoon! Right as rain!

But it’s uncharacteristic for her to kiss me as she is not normally an overtly affectionate or tactile person. So now I am a bit scared lol.

Peter made a stick with marshmallows for me and toasted them with a butane torch. I thought that was lovely!

24 July 2020

11:11 pm it’s been a hard day, emotionally. Constantly craving an ex lover and I have no idea why. I ceased all contact 13 weeks ago. What the fuck is wrong with me? Or perhaps what the fuck is right with me?!

My intuition is so powerful that it drives me crazy. But I can pat myself on the back. From 7 pm until 10 pm the urge to make contact was so intense that I almost cracked.

I had to talk myself down, many times. A true love would never have treated me so cavalierly, like garbage, like I was disposable, easily replaced. A true lover would be proud to be my man. Hold me precious. Stand by me! Delight in me!

Yeah? ....yeah!

That is the pep talk but I bleed and bleed my heart and soul...anyway.

Ffs! It’s endless. Endless recycling of narcopaths and other feckless foibled fumbling frenetic fuckers.

I am done being a pinball wizard’s ball. Ping ping ping...let him immerse himself in his Pong. She of the unclean nether regions. Haha. Ok that is going deep, deep down into the rabbit hole as after all, that was so January 2019. Hole! See what I did there?! Shit!

What does my soul sister Lyn always say? The Tanya ALWAYS Gets to the end of the story. In time...in eons, all game players and their befouled motivations will reveal themselves. For whom they truly are!

I need only wait! (Waiting for Godot? Where is that rope, that tree, those shoes?). Samuel Beckett understood the human condition so well. The trauma survivors’ loveless angst.

Psychedelic Dreamer Sighs... in every moment... even in the midst of lovesick cravings that slam me out of the blue and build and build and become almost palpable... I, the Tanya, the Dreamer, choose Happiness. Mine.

So I will swallow down the bitter pill that was gifted me and let the toxicity that never belonged to me return to its original source and seep away the absurdist bathos of a woman who loved too much...the wrong man...again and again until even Death vomited me back up as I was not wanted on the other side either!

My mission is not accomplished. I have failed to accomplish anything except misery and pain and a few jocular taunts and fabulous flaunts just to keep life vaguely interesting. For fuck’s sake...but that was always how the Trouble started...the fuckery, the frippery and the flipping disarray and decay that created me in this incarnation in the first place.

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24 July 2019

1:11pm a movement in the force. Out of breath as just got back from a walk with Bobo and Charlie.

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I had an interesting weekend last weekend with lots of male attention which was at times, a bit startling but funny.

Richie on Friday night (19/20 July) at the casino with his usual offerings of libations on my grave (in recognition of my warrior goddess status). He became quite besotted and called me Mum and when I left gave me a brotherly kiss on the lips. Lol.

I was in a fair bit of pain after dancing too long. I told him to stop pointing the fucking bone as the last time he offered me libations, I ended up in hospital having surgery and nearly died.

Adam and Luke fussed over me. At one point they both embraced me. Adam was with his gf who kept giving me dirty looks. I just stared back blankly. I am not a threat to her.

Adam must have picked up on it, as later in the night he made a point of coming over to me and having a chat. I told him I had been very weak after surgery. But I was impressed he took the time to chat to me one on one. We are friends after all.

Richie momentarily freaked out and said “Watch out for this guy!” I just laughed and said it was okay as Adam and I are longtime friends and he has a gf over there. Richie said “Okay then!”

Sam came over with his usual patter that I am his soul sister and made his namaste bow to me. Then he actually hugged me, which was unusual.

Then there was the weird friend of Katrina’s at the 7:11. Intense and we almost got into a fight.

As I was leaving the casino the aboriginal security guard who is always friendly, chatted to me on the way to the lift. I told him about my surgery and not being able to drink in public anymore, as I can’t risk getting drunk.

Then on Sunday I attended the West End Drumming Circle and Richard Mahler came up to me and asked if he knew me from a past life? I said “No, a long time ago. Ecstatic Dance”. There is a strange and powerful energy between us that I find quite disconcerting.

But I played the drum and built energy and at one point he danced for me and we both laughed at each other. I had him hopping as I slammed hard on that drum. It was hilarious. His gf watched quietly. She seems a nice dignified woman. No jealousy.

Next morning he friend requested me on fb. Which was unexpected. So I added him. Not sure why. I am not interested in him romantically. I still love Dave (or the vague hope that Dave might come back one day!)

I know Richard is a polyamourist playboy so not going there but sparks do fly between us. Perhaps he is right. We might have a past life connection.

He has gotten fatter and balder and a tad madder. Lol. But I think he is safe enough.

Then on Monday I had a longgg chat to Nigel in NZ. Almost 2 hours. I told him about the drumming circle and that an ex casual lover had been there (Peter Pan from Yorkshire with his woman). Awkward. I just rose above it and ignored him.

I think the love sigil I have been looking at is finally working. I feel more relaxed and playful around men the last few weeks. (Also perhaps feeling like I almost died and recovering from surgery might have removed some of my defences a bit.)

24 July 2018

2:21am awake after 2 hours sleep. Irritating. I am so tired too. Oh well. I had a lovely time with Jarrod and Crystal. Love my tiny family.

I will lie here and try to sleep and see what unfolds for me. My body is refluxing and wheezing and my mind is churning. But my brain will shut off. I know how this goes.

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Late this arvo I was lying in the hammock, intermittently snoozing while watching shows on Gaia. Then I realised that Charlie was absent without leave but twittering in another tree somewhere.

So I lurched into full panic mode to find him high up the Umbrella tree. Looking down at me like a Cheshire Bird, triumphant and a tad obnoxious!

“Come down here!”

“Nup” came the reply (not in words but in high plumed body language).

So I started climbing the tree but being a short rotund Hobbit, I was still not high enough to reach him. So he swung from a branch, in certain bewilderment that I was actually climbing up to fetch him.

I felt kinda silly as the carpenters down the road were watching me, a 53 year old woman scale up that tree! Hmmm. Peer group pressure.

So I struggled back down rather inelegantly. I went and got his long stick we use for walks.

“Are you coming down, Charlie?”

Indecisive twittering and movements of his head. ‘Crap, she means business!’

So I poke the stick up at him which fell short by a few inches. “On your perch, you little feathery Blighter!!”

Thankfully he obliged (probably only because he thought he was going for a walk with the dog!). Phew. Crisis over!

I would have left him up there but it was getting dark and cold and I worry about nocturnal predators.

Anyway my Charlie the rebel-without-a -cause-anarchist-revolutionary blue headed Avian Walk-in was quite happy to see me, so we sat on the couch and I scratched his head and he was thrilled to have cuddles before I put him back in his cage for the night.

No arguments going to bed tonight as he has been out in the garden all day since I got up. Long day for a little fella!

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My blood (worth bottling! True Blood!) is boiling. My heart is outraged and disgusted but will go on. My Truth, the truth of every survivor will be actualised and remedied. Or I shall go down to Valhalla in vain.

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Oh my G-d, don’t start tha’ again!

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Tonight I made home made pizza from scratch. Delicious.

Happiness is a home- cooked meal, lovely friends, a dog, a bird, 2 chooks and 3 cats, fresh air, warm heater and freedom.

24 July 2017

Woken up by my two roosters. Comparing choir notes. Pretty! It is 9.21 am so luckily they have not worked out that they are supposed to crow at 3 am or 5 am yet. My neighbours will make me get rid of them when they do.

My boys are only 8 months old. They have yet to impregnate Frieda. Lots of practising on Snow's part (I named him after my Uncle Maurice as he is so white and he is no longer Endora).

She has not gone broody to sit on her eggs, which is a good thing as last time she hatched a chick in winter it died and I was terribly upset. Maybe when the weather warms up I will let her sit. Then we might have baby Silkies again, since my chicky babes I bought turned out to be roosters!

24 July 2016

Stunningly sunny warm day. Not a breath of wind! Just serene. Happy day!

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Fuck!!! Just found out the heater has been on. For how long??? Days??? It has been warm weather for past few days. I don't remember turning the heater on?! OMG. Another scary electricity bill! Kill me Now!

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Beauregard has been busily barking at something. Refusing to shut up. So I went over to the garden bed to investigate. A large blue-tongue lizard, too scared to move lest it be smited. Good dog! Once he realised I had taken him seriously, he quit barking.

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Last night my new Chinese friend Joe who claims to be an acupuncturist, felt my pulse. I asked him to, as I said I have had asthma for 3 months solid now but have been sick with it on and off since I nearly died when I was 4.

"What happened 3 months ago?" he asked. "Your heart is very strong, so is your circulation so it is emotional!" He dances wildly with me in the weekends so let's face it, he knows I am as strong as an Ox and have incredible stamina to boot.

I said "I don't know but after 47 years of bad health, I am kinda over it." He suggested I drink Chrysanthemum tea and told me "I don't have English to explain everything to you but you push emotions wayyy down below. Very low down."

Clever, as that is a typical symptom of survivors of Child Sexual abuse. I am thinking he may not be a crazy charlatan. I must have been feeling crook, as I don't usually trust any alternative healers especially after that evil fuck David Davidson.

Then Joe finished with one healing sentence. A lie all healers tell. But a very profound one! "Don't worry, you are going to be ok!"

I nodded. After 51 years I am living proof of my own survival skills. I am a strong determined self-healer. He pressed a meridian in my hand on the fleshy point beneath my thumb. I yelped in pain.

"What you do that for?" He rubbed his belly. "It is good for your insides". I had been quietly burping with acid reflux so perhaps he noticed. Lol. So sexy.

Corseted, stockinged in my wiggle skirt, quietly venting from my internal combustion engine, upper chamber not lower. Sooo sexy. Dying a slow painful death really turns men on.

But Joe and José (my Colombian friend who is finally back in the casino after a year), Tichsia and Sigal and me had a great time. After the band (which was very average) finished for the night and we all went off to the Dj.

I had left with Karen to get a kebab but decided to go back to the Livewire bar before heading home. Just as well, as finally the magic happened. We had a blast. Then I drove home in extreme exhaustion.

24 July 2015

2.39 am neck hurts, chest hurts, ribs hurt, but rivetted to Women in Love by DH Lawrence on Netflix.

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4.56 am. Insomnia! Itchy skin. So I have finally taken a shower to soothe my skin. I took extra Seroquel so I am amazed it didn't knock me out. Wow!

I am happy that I have stopped running fevers though. That was getting a bit scary. At one point the other night I thought about going out on the dew-soaked frosty grass and just lying out there naked until I died. My Higher Mind talked me out of it. Several times. Eventually I knocked myself out with Seroquel and woke up yesterday without the fever.

I guess life is for the Living, might as well get on with it. Someone wants me to stick around for the Finale, that is for sure.

I feel much better after the shower. Almost human again!

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Shabbat Shalom Kulam!

24 July 2014

I am a gift from the Universe to you. You are a gift from the universe to me. We are all an integral part of the universe and the universe is all of us.

Let us rejoice in each other and let us unwrap each other with care, for once broken we are even more precious than before. Fragility of the heart and mind brings fortitude and steeling of the spirit.

Warriors are not born of peace, but of chaos and turmoil yet after the fighting and struggles are done, we seek comfort and peace. May all the world, but especially my people Israel find rest and peace in our own day. Amen!

Let Palestinian children grow in peace and safety so that never again hatred shall be their education and their inheritance. Amen!

May future generations of all people on Earth become Wise and seek Peace and Prosperity and Delight in the achievements, joys and blessings of each other.

Let Love be Our only Law! Amen!

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I am at Jo's. We are going out again tonight. I rested all day today and yesterday.

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Jo and I are at Kitty Bar at Casino. Meow...breowwwwww!

24 July 2011

Back from my night out. It was a bomb. But I looked absolutely stunning in my new top, skirt and fishnet stockings with diamantes and uber high heels which by the end of the night I removed along with my stockings so I could walk back to Gail's car. On the way back I spotted two really sexy bikers so slowed down and said, "Here's my party people!"

The hot one, who had a long blonde pony tail and reminded me of my Courtenay, gave me a slow wink. I was smitten lol, but Gail was blushing and all embarrassed so we kept on walking to the damn car. (Just when my night was looking like it might not be such a waste after all!)Dayum!

I think I'll get my bike license and buy my own Harley, cos I feel like I am missing out on all the fun! lol. Hot biker guy was a cutie too. Left all the deadbeats we saw at Greenbank RSL and the Casino for DEAD. Sigh!

Um should read...MY EXXXXXX Courtenay...slight reality head check there lol. And no I am and was not drunk and I am soooo miffed I missed out chatting up the biker dude who was still sitting on his bike. Seriously. I would have done it if Gail didn't go all coy on me. Gees!

Breathe in breathe out…I must remember I'm not supposed to beat my men over the head and make them notice me...I'm supposed to be a faded rose from days gone by and be all wilting and wan and hiding in the shadows begging to be noticed. Screw that, I'm going home!

I guess I'll never be a Lady, but at least I got to make some gorgeous male wink at me and have a laugh!

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I hear we lost Amy Winehouse today. May her beautiful Jewish Neshamah join with the Ein Soph Aur, so her Divine Spark can continuously bless us from the Supernal Light and may she find eternal rest and peace in the loving arms of The Shechinah, Amen. However may her passing be a timely reminder that DRUGS ARE BAD, MMMMKKKK!

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I've just found, and now buried my fine Tristan who went looking for his Isolde and was run over on Cavendish Road by some reckless bastard (or wishful thinking, some driver unable to stop in time!) I think they swerved to hit him though, cos they caught him in the side of his face. Ave, Tristan, the finest, most loving Ranga I was ever owned by!

So it was a tragic and sad end to Miss Bella and my walk this afternoon, but in a way I was lucky to find him (some kind person had tried to cover him in plastic bags so I carried him home in one of these) and be able to bury him in his own garden. Shalom Tristan, you are safe with the Ein Soph Aur and I know on Full Moons and magical nights you will sing to me again.

I will miss your musical mewling on the neighbours' fence, under my stairs, in my kitchen, you were a talker, a singer and master of the house, being the only entire male here (not counting the fish of course).

Well only entire male mammal! I love you madly and even your mother, (the worst Cat mother in the history of Cat Motherhood!) was shocked and griefstricken to see your dead body and witness the burial. She gave the grave a jolly good sniff afterwards and was genuinely upset. Penny, you lousy Mother, you have won some Mummy points after all, for caring at the end!

RIP TRISTAN "THE RANGA" ARONS, 29/01/09-24/07/11, Singer, Lover, Loving Son of Penny, Great Friend to Zulu and Bella Rosa, much missed and loved by Tanya, and friends.

Your Loving Heart Will Go On, and I will look for your smiling Ginger Face in pussies all around the neighbourhood, because you must have offspring out there, my little darling!

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I have the urge to say "I've been Rich and I've been Poor, BUT RICH IS BETTER!" Quoted from Stephanie Powers. I may be MAN-I-FESTY, OR FESTING, OR FRUSTRATED, but it's important to understand that I'm looking forward to the UPSWING of the PENDULUM of PROSPERITY.

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Meanwhile I am devastated about my Tristan! If I were rich, he'd be knackered and alive today, also he'd be eating chicken every night and life would be.....opulent, and blissful.

It's been a tough few days, first the beautiful male possum, then my beautiful boy, Tristan The Ranga, and Amy Winehouse. I'm including her in my personal sphere of Grief, cos I liked her music and being superstitious, I know these things go in threes or fours so yeah, Amy is my 3rd Death, so I don't have to go through any more for a while.

Sorry to use you this way Amy but I guess whereever you are, girl you totally get my Vibe. I'm over my long long haul of grief and trauma. Looking forward to Better Days A' comin', so Amy, you're my Number 3 today.

I know, I'm being a coward and there's another soul to lose this week, but schmeh, noone gets to cheat Lady Death and frankly I'm not amused she's killing all my animals and superstars today. Not impressed at all.

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A Shehecheyanu! I was wormweeing the garden and when I got to my very sad looking Pomegranate tree, I noticed one of its 4 fruits had burst open with fecundity and ripe seeds. So I happily ate it while I continued wormweeing. The fruit was ripe but a tad sour but it was only a small Pom, so I guess next year it will be better! I'm not game to try the other 3 fruits yet lol!

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While I was in the garden I listened to Toni Childs "House of Hope" Cd and sang along raucously. My neighbour who regularly has major domestics with his wife (which I don't enjoy listening to) looked up with shock and slunk inside his house. LOL. They hate me cos I use music for healing, and I occasionally let the bastards know I'm on to them by playing appropriate feminist music!

Heather Nova really freaks them out too, but I realise that I only play her nowadays when my own childhood traumas are triggered. Her beautiful, soulful, inspiring lyrics really do say it all.

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My beautiful talented daughter, Crystal Arons, Actress, Director, Playwright, Writer, Choreographer, Professional Clown is currently Directing for QSE (Queensland Shakespeare Ensemble) A Merchant of Venice. I am so proud of her hardwork and achievements and looking forward to seeing the performance!

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