It's not me...it's you...

Everyone but me and thee are mad and thou are somewhat suspect….

My mother used to say that. Words to live by…

Do you have it in puce?

So, I got a new sofa and thought I’d sell the old recliner chairs. They’re in excellent nick but I just don’t need them. It’s part of my live uncomplicated approach to life. This would work splendidly if I was an uncomplicated person. But I’m a work in progress along with being just plain swell. Anyway, I decided to place a free ad in the local paper and sell them. At first, no one called. I was told to be patient that this was the tropics and no one rushed. At lunchtime the calls came in. What colour are the chairs? Dark red? I wanted puce. Are they leather? No. I wanted leather. They’re not leather. That’s a shame because I wanted leather. Build a bridge. Another said I have a 2 hour threshold that I can spend time seeing the chairs in. You need to be home now. My response? Ah, no. Then the ever popular you live all the way out there? Yes, I live the terrible 15-20 drive from the centre of Cairns. And the requests and question went on. Red chairs. After work. No, I don’t take magic beans. Yes, you’ll probably need a cut lunch and 17 litres of water and bus money tied into a knot in your hankie to get to my place. People. Odd.

Thank god I'm odd...

I had a WTF-are-you-doing-Amarinda-Z-Jones moment last night as I lay in bed thinking how I had tossed in my job, put the house on the market and was planning to thrust myself into a new world where I knew no one and everything would be so different. Normal people don’t throw stuff away. And then I remembered – ‘you’re not normal’ and felt instantly better.

Phew…thank god I’m odd.

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
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www.amarindajones.blogspot.com
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Odd bod…

I emailed to arrange some stuff for my upcoming holiday. In the email I mentioned ‘I’ and ‘me’ and what I required. The person on the other end of the email came back with a price that was for two people. When I corrected her she advised she made an assumption on the fact that most women do not travel alone. Well, I’m not ‘most’ women and one can never assume anything can they? And why would anyone assume women don’t travel alone? It’s 2010. I started travelling by myself when I left Australia at 19 to work overseas. I like travelling alone. I can do what I like and I meet the most amazing people.

So I ask this – is it the perception that women are incapable of travelling alone? Is it wrong? Is it unnatural not to travel with the aid of a penis? Or is it that women who do not follow the perceived notions of what society believes is the natural order of things are found to be odd? If so colour me odd and I wonder when society will catch up with odd bods like me.

Amarinda Jones
Penn Halligan
www.amarindajones.com
www.amarindajones.blogspot.com
Be daring...read an Amarinda book