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April 22, 2002
Cakes, Flamethrowers and a Cold
Cakes, Flamethrowers and a Cold Bath.
I have almost lost the inspiration to write! There have been so many noteable things to write about!
Miss Annie's Birthday Party... (very good, btw)
Getting lost in Brisbane... (Indooroopily - a time/space wormhole)
Meeting GI Jane in the city for Turkish, and movies. (A Beautiful Mind)
Finding my way home again in the pouring rain.....eh.
But, I think the one thing that impressed upon me the most over the past three days has to be the happenings of Monday Night.
Monday night at home. After a big weekend. Home alone with nothing to do. Nobody to talk to, and nothing interesting on the telly...Home alone and too tired to make the most it. There was REALLY nothing on TV, well not until Buffy started, anyhow. It had been my first alone-night for about 5 weeks, and I wasn't enjoying it at all.
The whole chemical imbalance and lunar cycles had me feeling like shit. I was hormonal, and felt like I needed to cry my eyes out. The only problem was, I had no reason to cry. Not even a reason to get surly and bitchy for the sake of bitching.
So I had a bath.
Seemed like the only logical thing to do, really.
Was a great bath, warm... bubbly, and really relaxing. I almost forgot about the knotted feeling in my guts, and the twisted feeling in my head. However, by the time the phone rang, I had been asleep for about 30 mins. My mind went into automatic, and I raced through the hallway to answer the demanding sound of the telephone.
Mum didn't want to say too much... "just ringing to say I got home safely and not to worry"... I wanted to tell her that I it hadn't occurred to me that I was supposed to worry about her, when the fact that I was standing in the kitchen, without a stitch of clothing, freezing my ass off, kinda dawned on me.
".... er... got to go mum. Love ya. Bye."
I'm sure she heard my feet running away even before she heard the engaged signal from her handset.
By the time I was warm, dressed, and feeling human, I was back to the irritated tetchy stage again. Why did the world have to seem like shit? I was home alone! I should be enjoying myself! I should be basking in the sheer silence of it all!!
But... of course... life has a sence of humour. Now I had a good reason to be irritated, yet, I could only blame myself for falling asleep in the first place.
So, I baked a cake.
Seemed like the only logical thing to do, really.
Made only a half-mix so that I could eat some of the mixture and still have enough left over to make a really small cake too... Shoved it in the oven, and stood back to admire the lovely pile of dirty dishes I had made in such a short space of time. Purposefully ignoring the dishes, and eagerly awaiting the cake so that I could start to eat the icing mixture, I started watching TV. Of course, life has a sence of humour, Buffy still wasn't on. Yet I became hooked with a doco about Afghanistan. And then the power went off.
BLACK OUT.
Total darkness. Street lights, everything. Even the bridge was out. Nothing.
Fumbled around the kitchen until I found mum's "flamethrower" that she got as a Christmas present from the English Connection. Used the flamethrower as a source of light, as I made my way to the oil lamps that I seem to be obsessed with.
Satisfied that I could see enough not to fall over myself, I turned back into the kitchen. (Dirty dishes are not removed by a lack of power, damn it). THE FUCKING CAKE!!!!
But, by this stage, I had given up caring. Cold bath, dumb phone, stupid dishes, crap TV, and dumb lumpy cake mix. Who cares. Not this little black duck.
So I sat in the half-light, and ate half-baked cake with melted icing mixture, with dirty dishes, and puddles of bath water still recording my footprints in the hallway, imagining how good Buffy would have been if I had the electricity to be able to watch it.
Seemed like the only logical thing to do, really.
And then I fell asleep, and slept 12 hours, and the world was good again!
My cake still looks like shit, but tastes a million times better.
The puddles dried up.
The electricity is back on,
The dishes seemed to have shrunk during the night
and mum taped Buffy.
I love my life.
Posted by Jacqui at April 22, 2002 09:31 PM