I'm thinking of titling this post 'What Bingells Did', in a homage to the old Susan Coolidge novel so many of us probably read in our tender years. You know the one? What Katy Did. There was a sequel What Katy Did Next, wherein the titular heroine and her sister Clover were sent to boarding school and formed a society for the putting down of flirting. I'm not sure what kind of fifteen- and sixteen-year-old girls they were; forming a club against flirting with boys. I read it and wondered did they want to form some kind of Old Maids In The Making club, or Girls With Sticks Up Their Arses That Nobody Wants To Hang Out With, Anyway club. I haven't formed any club or society this week, I just thought I'd write about what I did. I've been as busy as a one-armed fan dancer, which explains my absence from the computer this week. Anyway, here goes:
Saturday: Worked.
Sunday: When to the gym. Did washing. Caught up with relatives who were passing through.
Monday: Worked in the morning, and in the afternoon caught the Xplorer to Sydney. From Central, I caught a bus to Paddington where my sister lives. I haven't seen her new-ish home yet. When I found the address, I located the key she had left me, and entered the terrace house. I waited for someone to come home, and first home was my sis. She let her dog out of the basement. The beast is a boisterous cross-breed and it jumped into my lap, an action that almost sent my reading glasses spinning like a frisbee across the room. Just as well I really like dogs. From there I went to dinner with my sister and brother-in-law at the local RSL. Had a great night.
Tuesday: Woke up at bit after 2am, in the grip of a stomach cramp that felt like it was trying to twist me in half. Spent a good while sitting on the toilet and clutching a plastic bag, as I shot ballast from both ends. Wondered was my sister sick as well (she'd had the same meal as me). Finally got back to sleep, and woke up feeling not so bad. Cadged some Imodium from my twenty-year-old niece, for which I was grateful, and then made my way to an appointment in Surry Hills. After my appointment, I returned to Central, and caught the two trains that would bring me back to Muswellbrook.
Wednesday: Worked and interviewed a potential new tutoring student.
Thursday: Worked and went batshit.
Friday (today): Worked. Was about to go batshit, and realised after I finished my shift, I am now on two weeks of holidays. I cracked open a cold beer.
So, as you can see, I have been busy and exhausted in equal measures. I haven't even done anything all that exciting. Well, my Tuesday appointment in Surry Hills was exciting for me, but I am keeping shtum just at the moment. All will be revealed in good time, so be patient.
So for the next two weeks, I will be writing. When I am not writing, I will be watching my new must-binge on Netflix. It is a reworking of the old Eighties series Dynasty, adjusted for today's issues. It's not got the shoulder pads and diamonds of the original, but it's still got a level of gaudiness - particularly in the Fallon Carrington character. Blake Carrington clashes with his son, but this time it is about his political causes, which go against the Carrington business, instead of his son's homosexuality. Krystle is a feisty Hispanic character, instead of a lachrymose looking WASP with stiff blonde hair. Krystle's nephew is Samuel Josiah, Stephen's love interest (instead of the original unbelievable Sammy Jo because the producers didn't understand that a sexy blonde will not make a gay man turn straight). There is quite a bit of cultural diversity this time. From what I remember, the only person of colour from the original series was Dominique Devereaux (played by Diahann Carroll), the illegitimate half-sister of Blake Carrington. So far, with my viewing, Alexis is yet to put in appearance (although she is a character). Also, there has been no cat-fight in the fish pond yet. As long as there is no unbelievable plot twist like that shitty Moldavian wedding from the original series, then I will remain happy. Also, Blake Carrington is played by that spunky guy from Melrose Place.
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