It feels like time is travelling at an impossibly fast rate. The days seem to be sneakily getting shorter (and not just because it is Autumn either.) I am sure that some days are conspiring with each other and managing to just vanish.
Pfffffttt!!!! Gone in a blaze of almostness.
Like Hello, it is Tuesday already. What happened to Monday? I only just published my weekly winners a minute ago and now it is Tuesday?
Gah!!!! Something is going on but, mind you if I was a day of the week, I would probably try to vanish as well if I had to be a Monday.
I mean honestly what sort of a name is Monday? Munnday? At least Wednesday has tricky spelling to trip the unwary and Sunday has the promise of a good lie in even when it isn’t sunny..
Enough of that drivel. I need to get my internal dialogue under control. Thinking about that sort of stuff is probably why my days sneak off anyway. Now Monday has probably gone and gotten all huffy with me, just because I wanted to know what a Munn was?
You watch, next week it will be Thursday all of a sudden and then I will be really confused. *sigh*
Ceramics! Yay!
I had to type that in order to control myself and get back on track.
This year is all about Focus. Focus and Resolution.
But it is hard to focus on earthly things like housework and making pots, when I am so close to discovering where they keep the Zombies..
I am pretty sure there are Zombies at the Royal Hobart hospital. Mum and I have been traipsing all through the hospital lately. Up corridors and down elevators.There are lots of places in the hospital where you could stash a few Zombies and no-one would ever notice.
Ever.
Unless of course they escaped.
There are lots of closed off sections, with crumbling plaster ceilings and faded yellow tile walls, that look like they could have been used as a set for a Frances Farmer movie.
The last time that Veronica was with us we had to venture down into the dank depths of the hospital to make an appointment for a bone-scan. We had travelled deeper and deeper into the bowels of the hospital, passing locked rooms with innocent looking labels on the doors. Hmmm? Camera room? I wonder if that is where they filmed bits of Shawn of the dead?
We were getting further and further away from the modern section of the hospital. There wasn’t a pastel coloured wall in sight. Veronica and I were loudly discussing discreetly pondering the possibility of Zombies, when we suddenly came to an abrupt halt at a reception cubicle. The receptionist (who looked uncannily similar to Norman Bate’s Mother, btw) didn’t look pleased to see us at all. She was barely civil as she made Mum’s appointment and you could tell,that she knew, that we knew about the zombies. It was a good thing there were three of us,(and a baby) or we mightn’t have gotten out of there quite so easily…
I will try and get some photographic evidence next week when we go in for Mum’s chemo..
Ceramics Yay..
This year is going to be an exciting year in the Ceramic Studio.Very Exciting. But the zombies have exhausted my supply of words and I need to get off my bum and actually do some work..
Cheers Kim
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