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Happy New Year.

Today I got up and organized my breakfast and started typing this, and told MrKaf that it was too soon to turn my egg off, and then after a while girlKaf said it was time to take her to dancing, so I got up and into the car, thinking, "Oh damn I didn't get the petrol last night," so all the way there I was a bit worried about the petrol and went straight to the petrol station afterward ... but the petrol wouldn't go in because MrKaf had already filled it. So I drove home and as I got out of the car I thought, "OMG the egg!" ... but he had already turned it off. So I went to him and said thanks and he smiled and wasn't cross with me. (I don't know how much longer he will be patient though.)I don't think I have Alzheimers. I reckon I've always been like this. I explained it to someone today as congenital chronic vagueness. I'm just worse when I'm a bit stressed. Sometimes I can shrug it off. Sometimes it makes things hard for someone else and then I get quite anxious, and I that causes more trouble. Hopefully this patch will ease off now? Or at least, I might just work my way through it without getting too down on myself, and making things worse.
An iconic Aussie food. A very salty, yeast based spread. It's black. The flavour is intense, so it must be used sparingly - smeared on. The calories are neglible. It is a source of B group vitamins. Apparently it is not likely that anyone who first tries it past the age of 6, will ever develop a liking for it. In the UK some people eat a similar spread called Marmite. However, for most devotees, one cannot be substituted for the other.Today I worked, did some washing,partly cleaned the kitchen, shopped, rang the bank, had a long fight with my son, drove him to a concert, ran out of petrol on the freeway, bought two lots of takeaway food, and watched Miss Congeniality.
You would think I would have learned to think about whether I have petrol or not, and to have a routine for getting it, but actually I go through bad patches with remembering small important things and this is one of those times. (The petrol gauge is either vague or doesn't work, but I should be able to work it out.)
It was still light when the car started to conk out. We weren't far from the concert venue which was near an off ramp. BoyKaf said he'd run. I made him a map, which he glanced at, and then he ran off and had disappeared by the time I had finished ringing the RAC on my mobile. Then I just waited there with the littleKaf until the guy came.
I was a bit stressed while the car died, because at first the car wouldn't go fast enough, but I didn't realize why, then I could tell it was dying, but I had to get past an on ramp, before I could get to the emergency lane. Only, the cars that were a few cars behind me, were trying to use the new lane to pass me, and to change lanes for the next exit. It was a bit scary. The spot where my car eventually stopped was right where the cars looked like they were headed as they changed lanes, which was a little unpleasant also.
When the RAC woman asked me for my mobile number I could only remember the first four numbers. I was going, "0403, um... 0403 ... " She said they would send someone as fast as they could - within the next 90 minutes!! I listened to littleKaf tell me a story about someone who deliberately swerved towards her and her friend and beeped a horn while the girls were crossing the next local street to our home, and then when I said, "OMG did I hear you properly he did what?" (or words which meant that to me), she said "You never listen to me!" and got cranky. She must have been pretty hungry by then, because we had been intending to go buy her dinner when the argument started, which was 2 hours earlier... I rang boyKaf after 10 minutes and he was fine. He'd found his friends and was eating Subway. Anyway, the RAC only took about half an hour.
Then, even though I told littleKaf we were going straight to top up the petrol and then buy dinner, I forgot to get petrol again, and we went and ordered Vietnamese food from a place manKaf and I used to go Before Kids. I didn't order by phone in case littleKaf wanted some and she said she couldn't tell without seeing a menu. But she didn't. The manager recognized me and smiled and said, "Hi. You have not been here long time." (Meaning: "First time I saw you I was still in high school. Last time I was getting married. Now my daughter in high school!") While we were waiting for the order we walked to a Subway, where there was no real queue, but it took us 10 minutes to get out because while she was trying to tell us the price the girl kept pressing some buttons over and over and then she said, "Sorry, just a minute," and went and got another girl who did the same thing. The man after us, just gave up and called out to them that he was leaving the money, and put down some coins. So then we worked out our charge and left the money too. The girl was making someone else's order by then. She just smiled at us and said, "Sorry. Computer broken." So off we went, and had a spat about nothing. We got back to the car next to the restaurant ... and I turned off the headlights. We collected the other food, which despite the manager's good memory had turned from cheap and delicious for dine in, to pricey for take-away, with mangulated squid.
But Miss Congeniality was good. I like Sarah Bullock.
And boyKaf came home in a good mood at a good time and said the concert was not as intense as he thought it would be, which was a pity,he said, but that it was really intense, and that Alex's band (the one I'd heard), was really good.
Today I bought 3 pair of sheer to waist FunTan average stockings, 2 packets of hair clips, a pack of 3 hairnets and a new can of hair spray. At dancing this afternoon, we collected the hair ribbon thing littleKaf left behind at the theatre last night. [smilie=icon_redface.gif]
After I took my girl to school today, and because I had no preserved peaches to go on my weetbix I went shopping for the peaches. Of course I bought more than I went for, as ever, and I browsed a magazine but I ended up leaving my shopping trolley when I got to the checkout, because I suddenly could not remember turning off the egg I was boiling. At first, I just thought, I really should check, but by the time I got to the carpark, I had pulled off my thongs and started doing the closest thing I can do to a run. I was somewhat reassured not to see a plume of smoke from my patch of suburb, but I was about to turn into my street before the comforting memory of turning the egg over in the water and thinking that it would keep getting harder with the heat OFF came back to me.
So I went back to the shops. I went to 3 extra shops to try and find hair nets, went home, finished breakfast at about 12:00. Then I drove Sequin City for the stockings, hairnets and extra hairclips.
On the way back, I went to another shopping centre to try and buy my sister a Book Seat. It's beanbag for supporting a book without holding it.
http://www.thebookseat.com/
They're about 12"x12"x6".
I rang first, because they'd run out of them at my local s/c. They had what I wanted. I reckoned $40 each was a bit much, but I am bereft of ideas and I knew I might not be able to get them if I waited for inspiration in vain, so I picked up two - another for my other sister, and carried them by the top of the plastic bags they were in, to the cash register. I waited to be served, then I remembered I wanted a battery operated candle for my mum. The assistant was lovely and took me to find them, and showed me how they worked, and replaced the batteries in one, so I could see how bright it was, and I took it to a gloomy corner to check, and left thanking her for being so helpful. I trudged back to the other end of the s/c. I was pretty tired by then. I'd been a bit too excited last night I suppose, and hadn't gone to bed when I should.
When I got to my car, I wondered why the people in the shop hadn't put the beanbag things into proper bags. Funny, like saving the planet, but they usually ask first - and what did I do with the docket?
Yep. I had walked out with $80 worth of very bulky Bookseats.
I didn't have the time, or the heart to walk straight back with them. So I now I will have to take them back tomorrow. If I had accidentally left some little thing in my shopping trolley I actually wouldn't bother, but OMG. This would guilt me out. I don't need that. And how lovely to give my sisters gifts I'd nicked!
Anyway, it occurred to me about then that I probably wasn't exactly up to par today, and that maybe I should get a bit more sleep tonight!!
Today I had a crazy busy day.
I will spare you the details about what it's like to be a relief teacher taking knowitall year 7s and teaching 3 different instant science lessons in different rooms with a trolley full of equipment that someone else has prepared. (One detail - it was a lot easier to push it with the brakes off - which is the way I did it at the end of the day after someone released them for me...)
After work I went to try and buy my girl spare stockings for her full dress rehearsal tonight for her dance concert. We went to two dance shops and they had both sold out of the ones we needed, and with her dinner to get, and make up and hair to do, we didn't have time to go any further away. (I know I left it a bit late to look for them - but it was semi-excusable, she had two brand new pairs a week ago and only 3 dances tonight).
Anyway, we didn't get them but she stayed calm and happy and put all her make up on, and asked me to do the tricky bits and check the things she'd done. She listened to my advice and didn't yell at me (for the second time in a row while she was getting ready for a performance!!). She did her hair and put the headband in that she needed for the first dance (which was the second on the programme). I was feeling very relaxed.
This time last year we had 5 costumes including a gigantic frilly tutu, and heaps of little bits for each costume. I had a separate garment bag for each one, with a label showing all the bits - maybe 6-8 things that had to be remembered for each dance, and a fast costume change for one (frantic - heaps of things to change and one short dance to do it in).
This time, it's just three nicely spaced dances, the same hair piece for all of them, one hair trim for each. An all-in-one costume for two of the dances and a two piece for the other. We put everything in one garment bag. It was just too easy. We hopped calmly in the car and drove off, a little later than planned but in plenty of time and I'm thinking how lovely she is, and we got to the venue (which we estimate at 30 minutes from home) and she got out of the car and said, "I forgot my shoes." That's like her whole shoe bag.
I said, in a calm voice, "Okay, I'll just have to go back. You go in." "Yes," she said, also in a calm voice. "The shoe bag is in my room under the desk and will you get my headband too, that's in the bathroom." (I haven't asked her why she took it off again.)
So I start driving back. It's quite some distance - only quick because the theatre they use is in the sticks and the traffic is low. I start driving, then think that it would be faster if someone was driving from our house towards me and my husband agrees to meet me half way, and I ring a friend back at the concert and tell her what's happening, and find out that the timing is so tight I have no hope of being in time for the first item and cross my fingers that someone else will fix it. I think about things like how I should have had a check list anyway, no matter how organized she is, and no matter how simple it seemed, and how I can get there fastest. Two phone calls later and my husband and I manage a rendezvous in an industrial area with only a 1 minute wait between our arrivals. (Go MrKAF!!). He says, in a pleasant tone, "I'd only just walked in from picking your dopey son up. BoyKaf rang me for a lift home," (a lift that he - who is also MrKaf's son - told us he wouldn't need).
Back the other way I drive, racing (not speeding exactly, but racing), and all the way I'm thinking that when I get there she will have missed the dance, and not be crying, just wanting to cry, but when I get there she is on stage, in someone else's shoes and with a miraculous spare headband (why would anyone make a spare headband?). Crickey.
And she didn't ladder her stockings until just before the third item, and they wear fishnets as well so I couldn't even see the hole from the audience, but she did manage to do it in front of the same mum who is always in the dressing room, stressing, and who had already fixed the shoe/headband debacle for us, and who said, "No spare stockings... That's something else you need to remember." But I forgive her for that, because she got my girl on stage. And littleKaf smiled beautifully through all the numbers and moved the way I wish I could.
Also, I just love to watch the dances. Only one of hers is all that exciting this year, but she has a bigger role in them than she used to get, and lots of the other dances make me smile and some of them take my breath away. I have friends dancing in the adult tap, hiding under pink wigs. A lot of the little ones are children I've taught (who've learnt so much so quickly), some of the grown up girls have taught my daughter and the babies always forget what they're doing and steal the show. And at the end everyone comes on the stage a bit at a time till it's full.
It's all very exciting. When we came out there was a tiny sliver of moon in the sky and two stars right next to it. It looked just like a smiley face, except a bit sideways.
I told littleKaf that a bad dress rehearsal means the real thing will be great - that it's a rule. But actually I didn't think it was such a bad dress rehearsal. I feel happy.
You can't stop the beat!!
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=9Rlp1zrBl4g&feature=related