Sometimes I get tired of my own BS, don’t you?
A couple of weeks ago, I was having a really crappy day. No reason. I even knew it was all in my head, and that only made things worse.
It just was – not so much the Sunday blues as a Dark and Stormy gloom fest.
Nothing could snap me out of it – not even the final season of Weeds!
The upturn in mood began a few days later, with the arrival of my first ever eBay purchase, followed by several other sources of undue momentary glee…
1. Vintage bean slicer
Ever since I left home, I’ve moaned over the loss of Mum’s mouli shredder.
I’m not a fan of electric appliances. They’re heavy and expensive and annoying to assemble. And they take the tactile fun out of handling food.
Or so I tell myself.
I bought this Italian ‘Moplen’ instead of the French ‘Mouli’.
I’m not sure why – it looked less used and the blades were all shiny. Which probably should have told me something.
In fact, it’s quite clumsy and difficult to use. BUT…
I managed to make a week’s supply of vegetable pasties, AND…
It has a bean slicer! Oh, the joy of not having to slice beans one at a time anymore.
2. Cocktails in Berlin
Well, Berlin Bar, to be exact – two rooms divided into East and West, with charming French waiters and confusing paintings of austere looking nuns on the wall.
But the cocktails and, I’m told, even the mocktails are to die for…
There was a certain glow to Melbourne-town after that, the kind that makes you glad you’re
alive not the designated driver.
3. Reliving Pepi’s youth
You know how when you dread a task, and put it off hoping it will go away, it turns into Godzilla??
That’s what the next books in the series had become, as I dreaded the seemingly immense task of getting Pepi’s pictures ready for publication.
In fact, once I sat down to do it, it only took me a day and the up side of that was reliving periods in Pepi’s life, like this one:
A story told in three pictures or less
Maybe you’re not like me.
Maybe you don’t spend your life whining about everything from the bugs that ate your sage plants…
…to the fact we’re all going to die hungry and penniless.
But if you are, then we all need to get a grip. Or have a good cry. Or both.
I stumbled onto this ‘anti-folk, sadcore’ band because an American twitter buddy asked me to tell them what I know of the future (believe it or not, in Australia, we are ahead of almost all of you – in time, at least!).
This is what Crywank had to say:
Tomorrow is nearly Yesterday and Everyday is Stupid. Waaa…
The music is not so much sad, as making a joke of our sadness. And that makes me immeasurably happy.
What little absurd things make you happy? Give me a glimpse into your day, week. Hell, give me anything!