Tiah Beautement's Blog, page 120
February 17, 2012
Hand me the bonbons
The physio wielded her mighty pencil yesterday, unhappy with my swim therapy plan. It was essentially a slash and burn. Watching my hour plus program reduced to an easy 45, I came to the conclusion my physio is an editor of life. 'There you are,' she said. 'And I know you will now be happy because you love doing it.' I bit my tongue and smiled. Love it? Once again I bring up that laundry analogy; swimming is like laundry: I do it because I have to. I don't dwell if I enjoy or don't enjoy laundry, it simply must...
February 16, 2012
A bit here and there
1. I recently read Barbara Ehrenreich's book, Bright-Sided: How the Relentless Promotion of Postive Thinking has Underminded America. 2. I recommend. 3. I embraced the spirit of Barbara when I wrote Kathleen Norris, Sisyphus and Me. 4. Complaining, rather than be a martyr about it all, led to some useful advice. Now using a pool owned by a Biokineticist. He liaises with my physio. I now swim longer (just over an hour) but all the exercises specifically target my needs and are supervised, rather than me doing my best on my own. Best bit: I start my routine around 5am....
February 12, 2012
It has been awhile
But I finally wrote another post for my blog on BookLive: Kathleen Norris, Sisyphus and Me. The often heard lament, "I have so little time," gives the lie to the delusion that the daily is of little significance. Everyone has exactly the same amount of time, the same twenty-four hours. - Kathleen Norris
I has been awhile
But I finally wrote another post for my blog on BookLive: Kathleen Norris, Sisyphus and Me. The often heard lament, "I have so little time," gives the lie to the delusion that the daily is of little significance. Everyone has exactly the same amount of time, the same twenty-four hours. - Kathleen Norris
February 5, 2012
A rose by any other name...
But in this case, stinks. I have spent the last two weeks listening to a lot of flimsy excuses from local school officials as to why, despite running a co-ed school, it is impossible (unmanageable, too dangerous, too much work) for girls and boys to play together on the playground. The majority of their reasons do not bear repeating. Nor their concerns for my son's welfare, since he apparently doesn't fit their definition of what a seven year old boy should be. Yes, this would be the same kid that fights MMA. But not on the playground, obviously. Or not...
February 3, 2012
Cake, Book
I have been editing in the small gaps of time that these crazed two weeks have given me. Editing - it is my life. This is partly due to the fact that my spelling (and grammar) are rather crap. Oh, you noticed? I suppose it is one of the more commonly known factoids about me. Less well known, but only just, is that I can't frost a cake. I can bake a cake. I can make frosting. But never the two shall meet in happiness when I am in charge. Poor speller. Terrible cake decorator. The funny thing is that...
January 28, 2012
Musings
Took Orwell to the vet to check the leg. They put him under; they took x-rays. I went to fetch him. As I drove I fretted if the dog would be in a cast. Did they find a thorn or a quill in the joint? Did it take invasive surgery? 'Your dog has a sever double ear infection,' the vet said. My face expressed my shock. 'Didn't you notice your dog scratching?' the vet asked. I decided to keep my reply to such a comment to myself. Instead I inquired about the leg. 'Oh, we'll get to that in a...
January 23, 2012
This post hardly mentions the dog
I was just made aware that The Edge of Things got a mention in today's M&G: An exceptional harvest. It has been so much fun being a part of this project. Every time I think this is the last accolade or thrill another pops up. I look at these moments and tell myself, 'See this? This is good. It may not be what you wanted from your writing at this point in your life, but it is something. Things have happened and are happening, even if they are not the vision. Sometimes must be glad for what is, and not...
January 19, 2012
Dog's don't require a nappy change, either
The whole damn town is now aware that we've acquired an over grown puppy. Did not wake up in my usual perky fashion, yesterday. So I put the dog in the back of the car, annoucing I am taking him for a walk after I dropped off children, which will have to be the norm come winter anyway. It is a perfect place for a walk. Like all good government schools, my children's is right by the bay, complete with an astounding sea view. Exit Thing 1's classroom and you whale watch from the stoep, and Thing 2 can keep...
January 16, 2012
Orwell and I
Are a bit of a mess. Orwell had to go to the vet. Orwell, who the vet says is no where near 18 months old, but closer to 12, has an 'old' injury that began to bleed. Vet inspected it and declared it highly infected. Dog is now on anti-inflammatory meds AND antibiotics for the next 10 days. Where we have to monitor it because... Because there may be more wrong. We knew his left front leg wasn't perfect. It does look like he fractured his leg at one point and it was never set. The dog still prances /...
