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30 DECEMBER 2011 : LET IT SLEEP

ALTUCHER CONFIDENTIAL

Tip No 30 : Let it sleep

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THE MUD BRICK WALL WITH THE EYE.

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THE YAAN.

I am going to lie down and think about the Yaan. Back soon.

Well, I took my time getting back to you. I truly let it sleep. Me and IT. I have been asleep almost all the day. In the mudbrick house down by the river. I think I shall let it sleep entirely  for the day. I have some reflecting to do about the year which has passed before I go back to writing.

For now – LET IT ALL SLEEP.

Let the grievances sleep. And the memories. Let the hopes for 2012 sleep and the worries abut family and about where to live. LET IT SLEEP. The air is sweet and cool. The breeze is up from the river and its mighty good to be in a house made of mud and timber and stone instead of steel framed. I do not like steel frames.  I like wood under my feet and windows open onto the world. I like seashells embedded in mud walls and I really like standing around talking to like minded people for so long that we forget the time and miss the last of the shops and then we LET IT ALL SLEEP.

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28 DECEMBER 2011 : FROGS IN THE PIPES.

FROG ON THE KITCHEN WINDOW LAST NIGHT.

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ALTUCHER CONFIDENTIAL

Tip No. 29 : Paint. Or draw.

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THE YAAN.

Morning, All and Sundry. Still sitting here on the eBENCH. For a while anyways.  I truly thought I was settled in. Now, with things once again amuddle, I am drawing myself in. Gathering myself together and preparing for the Unknown. It might not seem like big changes to some people. It might not seem like grievous tragedy or hard times. It might not seem a difficult thing to do – bit it is. Times like these, I don’t play around too leniently with my own emotions and thoughts. I prepare. I pull in resources.  And I sit here on the eBENCH, taking myself through the various disciplines which lead me through IN BETWEEN times.

I wanted to STAY PUT – in my life as it is. Now, I face the relationship restructuring. ( How is that for a non-emotional description?) That means I face the house hunting, social welfare jiggling and relocation. None of these things is simple on a disability pension income and with a shortage of accommodation in the area.   It means – another sinking of a ship of dreams.

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THE YAAN PART 2.

Afternoon to you all.

Coming in for sunsetting here. The swallows have come home for the evening and the cicadas are about. I have friends. For a week I have their house. A beautiful day. That’s the man in my life on the left in the photos between the leaves of the passionfruit . How can two people in their 60s come so close to getting it right and yet miss by a millimetre ?

Well, as for the week, I have the care of a house. Built from stone and timber and mudbrick, down on the Bellinger River.  I have a story about today. A good one. I haven’t drawn or painted . I took the Cheery Redhead shopping and that’s where the Story is.

I shall tell it to you before I go to bed in this lovely home. It’s a short story and it is a good one.  A girl took a saxophone out and began to play.

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The girl who plays the saxophone is called Carolita and the man who makes ballons is called Frederico.  They are Italian Travellers.

I DON’T LIKE THE BLUES. I HAVE MY REASONS. BUT I DO LIKE THIS LADY.

26 DECEMBER 2011 : THE 33rd BIRTHDAY OF KATI B.

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ALTUCHER CONFIDENTIAL 

Tip No 28 : Use “said” instead of any other word

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THE YAAN.

Boxing Day. The sun’s shining again. 33 years ago I had a baby girl on the 26th September at 10.37pm in the midst of one wild thunderstorm. Today she is 33 years old – obviously – and has a girl of her own. We have spent much time together over the last 2 years . Me. My Daughter and her Daughter.  I’m simply saying that. Not muttering nor suggesting nor yelling.

I am simply saying – MY DAUGHTER IS 33 YEARS OLD TODAY and she has a DAUGHTER OF HER OWN.

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25 DECEMBER 2011 : A COUNTRY CHRISTMAS

THE DOLL.

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ALTUCHER CONFIDENTIAL

Tip No 27 : Don’t write if you’re upset at someone.

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THE YAAN.

Evening, Friends. A quiet night. I am not actually upset with anyone tonight. How good is that ? I have been upset with people and places and things for what seems to be forever. I was out in the Bush for Christmas and having a truly good time but now I am thinking of DOLLS. The Cheery Redhead received this beautiful doll from Santa Claus and I have been thinking of the Doll I had when I was little. I wasn’t a very Dolly sort of little girl but I did have ONE doll. She was rather beautiful.  Her eyes open and closed and she cried when you picked her up. Kati B spent a lot of time finding a doll whose eyes opened and closed and who was pretty.

I think I only ever had ONE doll. They had hospitals for dolls then and we were very faithful. I liked the ones who drank a bottle and then wet their nappy.

The Cheery Redhead’s new doll is one of those special dolls.

As for the rest of the day. it was one classic Australian Xmas Day – just a little gentler – a little more moderate in temperature and mood than it sometimes is. Thanks Brierfield people.

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DOLLS’ STORIES.

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23 DECEMBER 2011 : IDLY CONTEMPLATING BEFORE BREAKFAST

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WHAT on Earth has Happened to OUR GLORIOUS Weather?. (1934, December 15). The Australian Women’s Weekly .

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THE YAAN.

Morning, out there. I’m taking a real eBENCH sitdown this morning. Before a cup of tea or breakfast. I was up before dawn and it looked like the rain was going to last all day. I stumbled across the article above. That’s what its been like for a couple of years here.

20 DECEMBER 2011 : A DORMANT SANTA CLAUS.

ALTUCHER CONFIDENTIAL.

Tip No 26 : Sleep eight hours a day.

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THE YAAN.

SLEEP. Hah! I was a non sleeper for many years but that was pre Hep C and low Platelets. Nowadays Sleep and Benches are fundamentals in my lifestyle. I tried for years to push past the barriers of fatigue, especially during the Driven Era of the 1990s and all that happened was increasing weakness and muddled thinking and emotional lunacy. Nowadays, I shamelessly “ take to my bed”.

Doesn’t seem to make a writer of me but I feel a lot better. Hey – and that’s despite its meeting considerable amounts of resistance over the years. A lot of People don’t seem to like you to sleep. Or even rest. When I sit on the benches as I so often do, the Restless Ones tend to go a little frenzied.

For a goodly length of time, years indeed, professionals and amateurs alike were very clear with me that I would develop depression from sleeping so much. In my Uncertain Times of early recovery, I struggled to activate so that the depression didn’t come upon me unawares while I was sleeping. After a bit of experimentation I decided that I was far more depressed struggling 5 kilometres on a walk to work in Rainbow Street with a backpack of teaching gear than I was in bed.

I have a knack of choosing residences with good bedrooms where I can lie exotically and not feel trapped and I tell you that’s not easily done on a pension where the rents are often, make that almost always, more than half of the income. What I don’t have a knack of is – interior decoration. My beds suck. I still have a sheet that belonged to my mother and she’s been gone for a decade. My siblings are another matter entirely. The bedroom where I sat with my sister while she passed smelled sweet, was decorated with magical bits and pieces and was soft with satin sheets and pillows.

My brother’s rooms are high class mattresses and sleep-inducing with linen I could happily wear out to a function.  Even if with the Princess and the Pea syndrome, I would sleep deeply at his place.

My bedroom – well – its not the best of the rooms I have had but its pretty good. A passionfruit vine is growing up and over the windows and the birds and other critters live in the trees outside it but the bed itself is an acrobatic feat. It creaks and screams for mercy and seems to slope slightly. I do have the satin pillowcases now and I have duck feather pillows – but I am not good at  creating a sleeping environment.

My daughter and daughter in law are pretty sharp at the bed creation. They make quality beds and I used to like visiting them. Up in the mountains at my son’s place, they always put 5 pillows and 5 doonahs for me. I liked that. Especially with  towels folded in a fan shape with motel soap on top of the spread. The word for my bed which comes to mind is SCHEMOZZLE.

Nonetheless. I like sleeping. THE WORLD OF SLEEP.  Sometime before the SHEEPLE YEARS, rest was understood and embraced.

LET US SLEEP !

Here’s a kindly era when little ones were allowed to be little ones.

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