petals gone M.I.A.

Where did i go?
What did i do?
What had happened to you?
Where did my daily dose of something to laugh at go?

If you thought any of these questions sometime last week, wondering when the next post would be after "Mr Charming"...then my apologies for going Missing In Action for the last 3 working days.

I was...how can i diplomatically say this without conveying or painting any pictures?

Hmm...lets just say i was violently ill for over 60 hours...starting from late Wednesday nite and finally subsiding on Saturday morning. I started with a very high fever that lingered through the Thursday and Friday, finally disappearing on Saturday. There were other things in between...but thats about it.

It was an episode reminiscent of my food poisoning this time last year...i hope it stops here and now...because i really dont want an annual thing occuring!



Due to the time i had on my hands, from taking sick days off work...i obviously had the luxury to think and contemplate...

Its ironic, the first time i take off 2 days and it was spent with my worrying about when i was going to be admitted in to the hospital. Then, i thought about going to the hospital and it being my first vacation off work! And i actually got excited!

I recalled the time when i was really young, what i loved about Spring was all the little red roses from Mum's rose bush that would pop out and cover our white gate...all along the front of it. It was very pretty. But since were going through a drought, there very few roses this Spring. Little girls who went to school would pick them, and Mum didnt mind that, because she knew they appreciated it.

When my older brother just started kindy, he use to pick flowers from other people's gardens on the way home from school. I hope the home owners didnt mind, since it was for Mum. He use to come home with a rose or a carnation, actually...any flower he thought was pretty...and he would give it to her. This was when we still lived in Strathfield and Mum didnt have the garden she has now.

I wish i felt fulfilled with something simple like a garden.

I found a pair of Alannah Hill earrings i bought in Melbourne at a Sale early this year. Some beads were missing so they were mega cheap and i thought i could fix them up. I have the tigertail and the crimps, so it was really a non-issue.

I whipped them out to re-do...and i just thought about how i started on this escapade of making earrings and then i stopped...maybe i should start up again? But, then what do i do about my painting...and then all those spools of cotton to do the tatting...and what about all those fabric paints i bought to do some funky singlets?!

I was talking to my ex. He said he wished he had a talent, as guys with talents get the girls. I said "go get one". He looked at me like, "are u an idiot?" and said "you cant just get a talent, ur usually born with it!" Sorry, but i think u could pick up something and make it a "talent".

Like playing an instrument...you could always put down as part of ur hobby as playing the guitar...even if it started with lessons! and i dont think u would have to be brilliant at it and making money from it, to be able to say that its one of your talents. but if u can play a couple of songs really well...thats impressive enough...which is something u can learn...and is something that happens with practice...

Btw, i had a geeky post ready for last Wednesday, but i left work early and didnt end up completing it...so, i guess i will save that draft for the next time it pops into my head again!