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Be all that as it may, meanwhile:
In other news…
Friday: Yesterday I said my ‘early’ to bed action plan was fraught, for the simple reason that after maybe an hour of sleep, the frilly-knickered lizard and I kept waking each other up and ensured that neither could return to sleep. Oh for separate bedrooms!: a godsend for older couples, and I could also lock the sheila monster out when she gets too randy.
So it was a matter of listening to my favourite talking book till I dragged myself up before six to prepare to go to my dentist appointment, while the irritated iguana returned to bed, having been reading at the kitchen table till I got up, trying (kindly but begrudgingly) to let me sleep. I had an amazingly good run to the Oral Health Centre at Sir Charles Gairdner Hospital, leaving at
Lydia, a new student dentist for me, spent three hours leaving no stone unturned in my mouth, as well as my medical history, my lineage, my future, my hopes, my aspirations, my failings, my strengths, there was nothing that was not thoroughly researched. The eventual upshot was that the planned crown on my root canalised two-six molar cannot be done, due to diseased tissue around the root deep in the bone. She was very good, and seemed to be completely at home in my mouth, if that doesn’t seem to forward of me to say; she will be a very confident can-do dentist methinks.
I got another hat from the Cancer Council’s shop in Subiaco on my return, to give to Baby Peggletter, and once back home the qualitative western quoll joined me and we went, ALONE!, shopping up at the Marangaroo Shopping Centre, primarily to get a 20 litre ‘box’ of canola oil from the Asian shop there. We did swan around in Woolies like a pair of extremely attractive middle aged lovebirds after this. I was becoming mighty weary however.
Once back the greatest daughter in the world took The Dear Leader for a shopping outnbout for four hours. Meanwhile I eventually got to bed till Lateline time, and of course I often can actually sleep without the delicious delectate beside me, as can she me. The (Leigh) sales graph: Ms Sales looked very nice, professionally outfitted and styled, and of course this always lifts the likelihood of more effective interviews, assuming, as is the case with Ms Sales, that there is depth and substance to the anchor. I was overjoyed that the opening in-studio interview was with Stephen Long: The (Stephen) long and short of it: fresh from the untousling of his curly hair that his mother tousles daily, Mr Long looked like future Reserve Bank Governor material, dressed as smart as all get out, and sounding at least as on top of the issues as Glenn Stevens himself. And I bet Mr Stevens would give Stephen the job in exchange for his lovely head of hair. I would happily have Mr Long decipher or expand upon anything economic, he is so savvy and articulate on these matters. So, better news for the Australian economy it seems – that’s a relief. And as if this segment needed any icing, Mr Long provided it anyway, with a perfect Esslong smile counterpart, that inimitable baring of the front teeth around and past the canines, but which is the fear striking equivalent of a month old Rottweiler puppy’s grin.
The discussion Ms Sales brokered with Federal Finance Minister Lindsay Tanner and Opposition frontbencher Tony Abbott regarding the emissions trading scheme legislation was worth watching, if only for the laser cutting stare that Tony Abbott manages to achieve every time I’ve ever seen him. Well Mr Tanner, as much as I like your direct style, it’s a pity you had to pretend to support the two million bucks salary for the head of the National Broadband Network Company, Mike Quigley; is Labor really spruiking that a CEO on half that figure, or less, could not deliver success for the project?
Now how valid is Tanner’s explanation about the tie up of the two parts of the emissions trading scheme? Is the renewable energy part really like Microsoft’s assertion that its internet explorer web browser was crucially bound to its operating system? I did like Mr Abbott’s analogy that the two parts are not Siamese twins. Now I think Lindsay Tanner took the cake tonight with pre-thought out funny lines with his ‘bearded lady from
I then entered the sanctuary of my writing for the entire night, broken up with sessions of tackling the huge kitchen clean up. I was still writing at nine in the morning, and was to join the garrulous gecko when she surfaced for a ‘breakfast’ she planned to make me, when we took a spur of the moment decision to charge over to Benara Fresh Markets in Beechboro – ALONE! – to stock up on fruit and vegetables, and it was most enjoyable, despite my tiredness. It was over and done with quickly (almost an hour including travelling time), and that stalled breakfast happened for us both on our return.
The hours slipped by until the satiated horny devil was tucking me in about half one, after having ravished me as she is wont to do, before flinging me away like a Wrigleys Extra gum wrapper as she is wont to do, but only after the earth has moved for her multiple times. As I fell into a badly needed recuperation, with a dull background headache and aching bones, not from the lubricious lynching I had just received, rather I think from a war going on inside from my cold turkey with tea and coffee, plus Reeve’s pangalactic herbal blaster hooch, the doting daughter went off to take The Dear Leader here there and everywhere for some hours.
(Back from the future update:) I spent the next almost 48 hours in bed exhausted, mostly asleep or almost asleep, disturbed by leg bone and muscle pains and headache, with but three two hour waking sessions for eating, and I can only put it down to the Reeve Chocson killer hooch herbal hell blaster juice (even on one third his recommended dosage: I may be tough enough to drink strong cocoa unsweetened and suck teabags, but I’m not that tough) and my withdrawal from exceptionally high tea drinking.
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