Meh Saturday...

In the last hour I just got an email from someone I used to know a long time ago. Apparently he had put my name into Google and found me. Good old Google huh? You can find criminals, school mates and ex-loves. Anyway, once many moons ago, I fancied myself in love with him. Maybe, I was, maybe I wasn’t – it doesn’t matter now. It was just funny talking to him. Why did he email me? He said he just wondered what had happened to me and he was amused to see what I was up to. “Erotic romance, Amarinda? That does not surprise me at all. I always knew you’d do something different.” He was a nice man then and I don’t believe that has changed. How many times do you think of someone and wonder what they were doing now? Would you track someone down through Google on a whim? I never have as past history is just that. But here was someone I could have gone down a particular path with and had a completely different life. At the time I didn’t because I was scared. The idea of marriage was beyond me then as it is now. Do I regret not going down that path with him? 95% percent of the time no but sometimes that 5% does make you wonder…

Anyway, off stuff that can never be….

Beware the Ides of March…did you know that 15th March is the Ides of March? Did you care? Probably not – why would you? Of course Julius Caesar should have paid attention in 44BC when the soothsayer told him to chuck a sickie and stay at home and not go to the Senate. But he went and got stabbed to death. Moral of the story? Doing the right thing can get you killed…consider being bad occasionally.

Someone made a smart observation to me today about why is it "rubenesque" kind of women feature predominantly in romantic comedy books? I thought about that and realized she was right. In a lot of comedy romances you read how a curvaceous heroine gets the guy. So why is that? Is it because more women have curves now days or are these women inherently more funny than their slimmer sisters? Or is it just one of those riddle of the sands mysteries? Whatever it is, I had no answer to it. As a writer, I tend to write women like myself. Amazingly, stunning creatures that save the world with their great wit and intelligence …okay, possibly
part of that is a load of crap but I do try and write women that others can identify with. We all know a vast majority of women are not stick thin, do not have dazzling model-like features nor pleasant accommodating personalities. Real women have lumps and bumps, and crooked bits and foul PMS tempers. I personally don’t want to read about too perfect people as they aren’t real. So – what’s you take on the curvaceous heroine in romantic comedy?

I went and did my democratic duty today and voted. Now, there was quite a controversy at the voting place. I vote at the local primary school that is five minutes from my home. When I got to the school there was tension in the air. Was it candidates fighting each other? Party members drawing moustaches on the other party’s posters? A fight in the line up for the sausage sizzle? No, they had changed the entrance way to polling station. Instead of going up the usual staircase, we had to go up different one. What consternation. What outcry. People were most annoyed and several stared at the barred entrance way in disbelief - they then demanded to know what was going on. One man said to me ‘it’s ridiculous and how dare they?” I don’t know about you, but who gives a rat’s arse what steps you go up? Is there a tradition when it comes to steps? I pointed out not only did they dare but he had to get over it. He looked at me like I was mad. Most likely I am but they’re just frigging steps after all.

I had to fix a tap today – yes how exciting. No, it wasn’t leaking - the turn on thingy was stuffed and I knew that eventually turning the tap on with a pair of pliers would have to stop. There are times when I wish a man with a tool belt would magically appear and fix the problem but alas none appeared so I had to take matters into my own hands. I am quite capable when I choose to be or I have no bloody option. This was one of those no bloody option moments. Anyway it’s fixed and the pliers now have no reason to be in the bathroom. Pity, I was thinking of getting a nice holder for them. Anyway I have shoved the old metal thingy I replaced into my purse and will go to the hardware store when the mood takes me and get another couple of spare metal thingys. I always take the part as hardware men always ask you what the part looks like when you don’t have it and men don’t understand thingy language very well. I think it’s one of those left side of the brain things. Anyway, they generally ask is it a flange? How the hell do I know what a flange is? Or they’ll ask is it a male or a female part? I don’t know. I didn’t see a penis so I guess it’s a female unless it’s had gender reassignment surgery. Hard questions huh?

So, on the whole, Saturday was pretty meh. I accomplished nothing meaningful and had a moment to reflect on what might have been. Please dazzle me with what you have been doing this fine Saturday.

Anny is talking about the benefits of turpentine and linseed oil as a facial beauty treatment on www.annycook.blogspot.com and Kelly is waxing lyrical on pickled bunya nuts on www.kkirch.blogspot.com.

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