Friday, April 26, 2013

Having a go

'Scuse the out of focus photo ... or is just an out of focus abstract?  who knows.
so i've made a start and I have a whole case load of excuses - first, I can't paint;  secondly, there is no light in my 'garret' (not even artificial, it's like the Bat Cave in there) and thirdly (most importantly), i don't have enough ready mixed colours.  I can sort everything out except the first point.   Oh well, I'm going to start using the really large canvasses now, you can't paint decent abstracts on these fiddling little 3 x 2 canvasses. Pfff.  You've been warned.

Kveikur

Ooo ... new Sigur Ros stuff coming out in June and a tour that doesn't come anywhere near NORWICH (hmmpf, grrr). 


Have absolutely no idea what they're on about with the video but who cares hey? 

 



So far, though I am quite liking the Isjaki thingiemajiggy



Thursday, April 25, 2013

A 'meaningful' post

Haven't really put anything up here on LAAC that has any literary merit (cough, do I ever) for a Very Long Time.   And as for my updates relating to life in Norfolk, those have kinda dwindled away to dribbles about nothing in particular and the weather, haven't they?

I guess I am in some kind of stasis or limbo at the moment.   The initial madness of settling into a new life, new country, new job etc. etc. has morphed into a kind of numb contentedness.   I'm not happy but I'm not unhappy, if that makes any degree of sense at all. 

Every now and then, one of my remaining children in SA, makes a statement to the effect that they are coming over for a holiday in the next month or so, then it all dwindles away to nothing and empty promises.  I'm doing the same as well in reverse direction.   I can't really make any concrete plans to go back to SA for a holiday though (even though I've already planned what I would like to do with Christmas holidays 2014) until I know what H & K are going to be doing with their leave.  It's not possible to go to SA unless we all go together.   That's making me somewhat frustratred, well it's making me Very Frustrated.    But I'll have to be grown up about it and just hang around until H & K decide what they are going to do with the rest of this year. 

I have sort of settled into a routine with regards transcript typing work but I keep thinking that I'm completely wasting my time and talent doing this donkey work for below starving rate wages.  I'm torn between all sorts of different directions.  One side of me wants to just pack in the transcript work, or at the very least only do it for two days a week (maximum) and devote the rest of the time to full time painting.   Then the nagging doubts come in and the insecurities, lack of confidence and that side of my brain tells me that I will never make any money at that (or at the very best, won't make as much even as I'm getting from transcript typing).  The other side of my head is telling me to stop transcript typing altogether and spend the energy developing, completing and publishing a book - any book - just get a book published.

These goals/dreams have always been there, wafting about in the cob-webbed corners of my brain.  I just make too many excuses.  I can actually do ALL the above, including keeping the transcript typing work ticking over [thereby generating enough cash to buy canvasses dumbass] ... I keep saying 'from tomorrow' I'll start painting.  Why am I procrastinating?  I've even got a commission for God's sake.   I need to get me a big hob-nailed boot and get someone to kick me with it.




Monday, April 22, 2013

Do you know Fred Bloggs and 8 others?

I'm so sick of Facebook.   Why do I keep getting these fucking dumb ass emails EVERY DAY, with a list of people's names on and asking me 'do you know whatshisface or dingamalary and 6 others' ... what if I did? It's got eff all to do with ArsePage. 
It's such a sad application and desperate as all hell to rule the world. 

Twitter is just as bad.  
Here are some people you might enjoy following ...
And then they follow that lame assed heading with a bunch of mugshots or cartoon avatars of people like 'Albert' and 'Squigglypants' ... huh?
Fuck off. 
You don't know me Twitterpater, how can you assume to know who I would want to slavishly follow? 
Why would I follow anyone anyway?  I don't follow.
I stalk. 

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Wind, wind, CHAVs and wind

Now I know why there are windmills all over the area around Norwich and why windfarms are so much in evidence out in the sea and in certain parts of the countryside _aside, God these things are AWFUL!  Who on earth decided that wind turbines looked attractive?  They are the ugliest things in creation and not enough research has been done into the side-effects of these massive monstrosities.   Especially with regards noise pollution and ground/soil/flora erosion/extinction.

Moving on.   Off soap box.
The wind in this part of the world (oh, am I talking about the wind again!)  ... well, okes in Cape Town might think the Doctor is bad, you have no idea.   Me and grandson were literally blown through a walkway in our local shopping 'centre' this morning, when I went to get bread and milk after dropping missy off at school.   It's howling through the rafters as I type this missive and the trees are practically bent over double.   Norfolk is one helluva windy county.


I'm beginning to think that the national past-time in Britain is to have children.  It's actually laughable how many children on average each family has here.  Upwards of 6 in some cases.  Each day when I go to take Ewan to Nursery school, there are twenty to thirty mums coming the opposite way, pushing prams with 2 to 3 children per pram.  In some cases, they have the babies in the pram and one or two toddlers staggereing along beside.  Super-prams are the norm here, that are capable of seating two babies, one toddler and one older child - they look like miniature buggies and wouldn't look out of place being drawn by a small pony.  But there they are being pushed up the road, completely taking over the pavement, in a head wind.  Blimey.

And then there's the Chavs ... Council Housed and Violent (i understand, that's what CHAV means).  Fake spray on tans are de rigeur plus enormous hoop earrings, tights (well everyone wears tights in the UK), cut off denim shorts,  Amy Winehouse hair, tons of eye make up and regulatory pram with 2 to 6 kids in tow.  Oh and chewing gum. And tattoos. Everywhere.

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

puppies and stuff

The weather has definitely improved and we've had some lovely sunny days.  I'm trying to stay sane looking after the kiddies - today we managed to go for a walk into the woods and fields, it was quite sweet, completely knackered out our puppy.    Yep, we now have a Lhasa Apso - she's just over 9 weeks old, is called Lai-La (Dalai-Lama) cos her great grand-dad to the power of N was from Tibet ...   This is her:



One day she might look like this:
but I'm not holding my breath.

Kiddies go back to school from Monday.  Our cartage arrives tomorrow at about 11am - a whole 27 boxes plus one pine toy box full of airsoft guns.   Oh joy.   I am praying that the boxes haven't ripped to shreds and that our stuff is still usable.  The kids are so excited, so lets hope all their toys are okay.

Game of Thrones started at the beginning of this month but we don't have Sky Atlantic, so won't be seeing it for yonks I suppose.   I understand it starts in SA this week - so if we'd stayed in Edenvale, I would be able to watch it ... bummer.
Oh well, someone is going to have to send me the boxed DVD set when it gets put onto public domain.














Thursday, April 4, 2013

Spring sprung, jumped into a frozen pond and drowned.

Yesterday I took the kiddies to Norwich Castle Museum (posted tons of photos etc. on the Country Life blog) ... the weather started out bitterly cold but then kinda warmed up later on in the day and we actually had a bit of sunshine.
Today has started off with a icelandic gail force wind, sleet, snow, grey sky, clouds ... lovely Spring day here in Norfolk ... brrr!
Even I am getting somewhat sick of the cold weather - it would be nice to be able to walk out of the house without having to wrap up like I'm going on an Antarctic expedition.  

I'm sort of getting into a routine with regards the freelance work, able to take on about an hour's worth of typing each day, which is still peanuts compared to what I am capable of doing.  I mustn't moan though, it beats having to go out and work a 9 to 5 job any day.   Lady of the house seems to be really enjoying her job.  Man of the house never gives any feedback, so as far as we're concerned he could be going out and sitting in a park all day - of course, he's not but he doesn't exactly gush about his job ... well he doesn't speak about his job, forget gushing.   Lady of the house has said that they will be giving me an 'allowance' of sorts for looking after the kiddies, which would not be a bad thing and I can put that towards the SA flight costs later on this year.   We are hoping to start planning a trip to Joburg for December holidays - it will only be a short trip, maybe no longer than a week but it would be so nice to get over there to see everyone.   


Having Skype is a godsend but it doesn't substitute for the actual physical presence, the 'being there' feeling.  I am missing my other family a great deal at the moment.  Sometimes you start to think that you are losing touch, not being there for all the little things that happen on a daily basis.  My family were always really close to each other emotionally (something the psychiatrist who dealt with my daughter's schizophrenia said was a negative thing).  Being apart is good for us, in a sense that we all have to just get on with it but I worry so much about each one of them, even though I know that is futile, it's natural and nothing to be ashamed of or make excuses about.  I feel like I'm 'missing out' ... even though we communicate via Whatsapp (another godsend) throughout the day.  I am constantly sending little videos and photos of us all over here but the lot over there in SA aren't very in your face when it comes to that kind of thing.  


 

Monday, April 1, 2013

And in other news

The chick interviewing my man, just doesn't get him at all ...




no april fool

I reckon the google smell app was probably the most enjoyable april fools joke I've seen in a very long time.

Regular persons to this ere blog, might notice that I have taken down the Subaru poster, badge etc. ... sadly, my Subaru was returned to the garage last week and I now have an Astra Station Wagon ... don't laugh, I'll punch you in the face.     I am not very happy (no shit sherlock) but the Ashtray does at least go forward, seems to run okay, is in good condition (so far).  But still, it's no Subaru is it?
Moan, whinge, cry, sniff ... etc. etc.  yawn.

From the end of the Easter school holidays (14th April, I think), the daily routine of my life will be forever changed.  Foreverly. Like.

Child A (who is at Primary school at the moment) starts school in the mornings at 0840am and finishes at 3.15pm
Child B (who is at Nursery school) starts school at 12.15 in the afternoon and finishes also at 3.15pm

In this neck of the woods, there are no facilities (that we know of, or that are actually any use) for working parents to drop children off early or leave them somewhere until they come home from work - so in the majority of cases, the business of dropping off kiddies and fetching them every day falls to close family members (me) or unemployed Chavs. So from the 14th April, my day will go something like this :

*0730 to 0800 - check work emails. 

* 0825, load kiddies into my car and drive to Primary school, drop off Child A and drive home.
*1200, get Child B ready and then walk to Nursery school (about 5 minutes walk from our house).  Walk home again.
*1230 to about 3pm - me time - in which I do wurk and stuff.   i.e. do the washing, clean the house, type a million transcripts, immigrate a few people to Australia ... that kinda thing.  No biggie. 
*3pm - depending on weather - either walk to Nursery school, pick up Child B, then walk down to the bottom of the road and watch for Child A to join me at the corner (it's just over a block from the Primary School to the corner of the road and I can see to the Primary school gate, so it's not dangerous and we're going to be rehearsing this during the course of this week).
*Walk home or drive home - to be back at the house round about 3.30pm
*3.30 to 4.30pm - light drinks/snacks, sort out uniform for the next day for both kiddies, do homework, try not to kill kiddies. 
*4.30pm to 5.30pm - prepare dinner, stop fights, watch CBeebies. 

From about 730pm, I will have time to check on my work and email it off to my boss - and I can do this up until about 10pm if I have to. 

From September, Child B starts Reception year at Nursery school and his day begins at more or less the same time as his sisters (Child A)  - which will mean that I will have more of a 'day' to work with (regular working hours, sort of).

Oh and from the end of April (or just before then), we are getting an 8 - 9 week old Lhasa Apso puppy - so his routine will also be included in that described above.  Hectic.

I'm looking forward to the regular walking, should be able to knock off about half a ton in a couple of months, if I'm disciplined and don't use the car too much.

Don't actually know how I am going to get the chance to go away on my jaunts to Wales or Scotland that I had kinda planned out for myself when I was in South Africa.  But I guess there are ways around shit hey?
At least, I'll be busy and there's always Bank Holidays.