Heating up and cooling off as a constant struggle

Constantly waiting for that hint of an evening breeze, even better a cool change.
Temp is usually 25 plus at any given time, up to 45.7.
Anyway I have found my way to the library to cool down.
My anxiety has abated and I feel renewed.
Haved seen many films - Milk, Gran Torino and Doubt this week.
Still would like to see Yes Man and The Changeling.
Two power failures for the week.
One spent reading by candle light with hot wax flicking on to me.
Excellent read - A thousand splendid suns
Waiting to submerge myself in a new book
Boys off to school tomorrow, me to work, and so it goes.

Making decisions is tough

Frustration and anxiety. Heat and anticipation.
Hugh sigh of relief to be on a few days of annual leave.
Work is tough, working with people, making decisions.
Tough enough to make me re think things too many times.
Take a break and live.
Sigh...............................
I will return.

Jenny Esots prepares for the year ahead....

Yeah well I'm thinking a bit about life in 2009 and beyond.
I s'pose I should get my diary up to date and follow up loose ends.
Appointments and lessons, books and writing I said I would do.
The story of the Willunga Garden Village.
Eulogy for Tom Strout and Jim Pitkin
The story of Willunga Uniting church
It does feel strange to be the elder - ie have lived at the Garden Village for nearly 20 years.
Attended the church, have children nearing the end of their school years.
Have Jerry attending violin for close to 8 years
Been a nurse for I don't know how long
Look forward and look back - find the meaning - before it's too late.
Thanks,
Jenny Esots

Confessions of a bookaholic daydreamer at the Tour Down Under 2009(!)

Too many books, too little time.
Cycalists have been racing around Willunga, including Lance Armstron. Though not sure how you could see him in the flash of a moment they glide by.
Spoken to a lady from Melbourne who is watching the entire tour. An elderly man from Moana.
Friends Annette, Phil and Rachael, Cathy and girls, Marg and girls.
Have had regular pit stops at Three Monkeys, International food festival, Quarry market and the library of course, where I am now.
Perfect summer day.
Life sounds good on my blog diary, cos it is......
Lots on the to do list for the coming week, fun stuff.
Talking is therapeutic.
Here come the riders again.
See you when I next check in.

Jonah he lived in a Whale...

Well he lived there and reportedly ran up a big mini bar account and left without paying the bill.
Last seen on a beach somewhere heading towarads Ninneveh.
I found this blog the other day on google(!)
Have to go, but just thought I'd try and leave my name and see if it surfaces elsewhere.
Things are fine.
I have finished my first book for a while.
'When you are engulfed in flames.' by David Sedaris.
Think I could write at least as good.
See you again soon.
Regards,
Jenny Esots
aka Jenny Esots

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Fading fast.
Think.
Mind zapped...
Jani home with boys. Sounds like had a wonderful time.
Bought back 5kg of cherries. Which are not on my South Beach diet.
The hardest part of this health kick is not eating fruit.
I have a bit over a week to go on this part of it. Kinda of hard.
Just hoping to lose the jelly belly and spongy thighs etc.
Feels likle healthy eating except for the fruit ceasing.
I am missing Jani now.
Few emails today, so am dissappointed.
Watched 'Sicko' - which I really thought I knew, but it is such a horror to see, so much wrong with the good old US of A.
Talk again on this.

Paid to be an insomniac

That's right. I am a professional insomniac. It is 4.30am now and I am still tapping away on this computer. Still have things in the IN tray.
Letters, forms, emails, searches, paying bills, transfering money.
Say good night...................

The Gifts of Grief

Here I am again, on night duty.
Late last night I stayed up to watch The Gifts of Grief DVD.
Have waited for 18 months for it to be obtained - long story.
Worth the wait.
Six people relate their expereinces of grief. Well told, without hitting you over the head with its messages.
It starts off relating grief to being submerged in water.
I feel the loss of my mum and dad all the time. Things remind me of them.
Old songs, TV shows, phrases, hymns, places.
They are so much of who I am.
I need to write more about them.
My days of being fancy free are almost over.
Jani and boys due back tomorrow.
I went out today and saw the film Frost/Nixon - highly recommended.
Also shopped for quilts and comforters.
Knowing what I was looking for and going on a hunt.
Still have heeps of cleaning left to do - trying to get the ship in shape.
Blessings.