Make a writer less whiny. Buy their book...

So, the TV set is focaccia’d and off being repaired, under warranty, at the repairer dude’s place. “Fixed at the end of the week, mate,” he said. I replied, “No worries.” We’re simple souls in Aussie-land. Anyway, I took my simple-soul-self home and went to turn on the TV to watch the news and – oh hey – no TV. I’m smart like that. A big empty space is dead giveaway something’s missing – and if not that, the fact there's no button to press is the second clue. Yep, intelligence plus R US. 

Well then, I decided there’s only one solution. Read a book. I’ve got dozens and fortunately, if not for a lot of plane travel this year, I would have not read any. So, I settled into book 10 of the Anita Blake Vampire Hunter series. I don’t get her problem. If it was me I would pick Jean Claude, the dark, sexy vampire over the sensitive, soulful werewolf Richard. Seriously, get with the Vamp, Anita. Yeah, he’s technically dead but no one’s perfect.  

Reading. It sorts the Vampires from the Werewolves. Get into it today. Make a writer less whiny. Buy their book.       

I left the house open…

I had the TV dude come around today while I was at work to install a TV antenna. I’m in a mountainous area where the reception is limited. I never watch much TV normally but it was more a case of when I want to zone out I require more than just the news channel and an ethnic TV station.

Anyway he came when I was out and I left the house open for him. House. Open. Unlocked. I left the house open so he could get in and do TV stuff. I left the house open so a complete stranger could come into my home. I. Left. The. House. Open. Me. The woman who has limited trust did that. That’s frigging huge. I still can’t believe I did it. Am I worried about someone taking my stuff? No. As my father pointed out they’d probably break in and want to leave money on the table as I like old, 1930’s furniture and they'd probably would feel sorry for me. It’s more that up until a year or so ago I trusted absolutely no one but myself. But then, something world shaking happened that made me place a huge volume of trust in another and the trust thing seemed doable.

So, I left the house open…amazing, Grace. Whatever next?

Insert male to female...

I’ve been trying to find a male part that will insert into a female part. It’s not easy. Anyone with tell you that. What you ask? Well, it’s all about a TV antenna connection. I have a TV. I have a lead. It’s too big for the hole. I have to find a corresponding male part to slot into the female hole. That then got me thinking about males and females in general and how some people wander the world looking for the right part that fits them. Some never do. This is probably why the sex toy industry was created. Parts for all holes. Yeah, I probably think too much….