Making a choice in your life can lead you to… you
don’t know. Well, perhaps you’d thought positively, but the negative choices
can be real. My choices? Yep, I guess they were. I hadn’t thought ahead, I’d
left the real decisions made by people who I used to consider meant a lot to me.
Some choices I have made have been good. I like the
choice 11 years ago: I would have stayed in the house that I’d already been in
for 11 years, and that would have kept me sane.
Getting my first book, First Person Singular, printed and selling a few of that. Finishing
my second book, Aneurysms with Aphorisms,
and lodged on Kindle on-line is okay, but when I can actually afford to get
that published that is my better choice.
Moving up here to what I call the farm commune seems a
lovely lifeline. I love this area, my dog, Jordan, loves it, and I get on well
with being able to talk to people every single day. Socialises with them is not
really a choice but a reality, especially when meals are shared even though we
each have our own cabin. Some nights I’m cooking – my choice.
I’ve had more recent choices; I see these as being the
“strong woman” thinking on these. The first one is QIRC, which I disagree with.
I refuse to pay the bill for QComp – yep, these guys can take me to court - I
will fight that. And the second one was action against the landlord who shafted
me when I left Scarborough for a power account I didn’t know about. I was
planning on fighting this in RTA and get back around half of my bond – and I do.
I was disappointed that I couldn’t just “pay it off” as I suggested, but at
least now that the landlord is getting what I
suggested through the RTA conciliator, not what he wanted, it’s behind me.
The last week has been a bit up and down from Telstra.
A heavy rain last week upset my internet. Many of my Facebook friends were
surprised that it seemed I could still get into that even when my PC said it
was disconnected! I rang Telstra the next day, and had been told that there
were a lot of internet problems with Telstra. I let it sit there until, by
today, I was frustrated. I wanted to get on!
This morning I spent 55 minutes and 55 seconds chucked
about between four different technical people. The last one seemed, to me, to
be rather rude. He…spoke…in…very…slow…words when he decided that I couldn’t
speak fast and couldn’t understand him. That was not because I didn’t
understand him but because he was somewhere far too far away (India??) to speak
directly to me. He would say something and I’d try to respond and he’d repeat
it very…slow.
Long story, my internet was fixed. What annoyed me was
when I gave him my phone number the only thing he repeated was my “seven” as
“sivin” and he giggled. Rude, I thought.
At any stage, whatever I had done this week was trying
to get ahead on what Brendan and I had discussed – my pics which are right now
on Reibus (www.reibus.com.au/quotes) and which I
might take into a market place, possibly Pomona, and start selling them. I had
seven empty quality frames – four A5 and three A4 – which are now filled with
some of my favourite quotes. These are intended to be sort of a background, and
the rest of the prints will be inside folders which can be looked at. I think
it’ll still take me a wee while to get started, but it will happen.
In front of this is the printing of my Aneurysms with Aphorisms, which is so
far only obtained from Kindle, without my pics. I don’t have any concerns about
it, because I am starting to believe in me.
Am I still alone? If any reader of this blog finds out information about me,
then be my guest – support me!
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