Reno is done.
I have showered at home many a time since it was completed (4 weeks past when it was supposed to be) and the layout of it makes no sense but it does the job.
As well as writing this blog, I review theatre. I mostly review comedy, cabaret, musical theatre and dance as those are the things I do/ know the most about and therefore have the most gravitas to critique.
I had the absolute delight of reviewing dance this week in Melbourne. Ahh the city that never has nothing on. Contemporary dance is as bout a broad a genre as "electronic music" or "foods I like."
Review writing for me is a great challenge to think critically, write to a deadline, drag myself out of the house to support theatre and broaden my palate. HOWEVER, whilst most are supportive and birmming with one liners, puns and big words like "synchornisity", I saw a show this week that left a very very bad taste in my mouth if it weren't for the wine and cheese platter at the end (best part.)
Ok, there were some other cool bits. Like the lighting and the venue and stuff../ But my ideas about these sorts of theatre pieces are clear in this blog post- "A Message or A Wank Fest"
This show ticked many a wank fest box:
1. no music
2. strange costumes
3. the same movement performed over and over for 45 minutes
4. no facial expression
5. put the lady opposite me to sleep
I was really unsure what angle to take, but after consulting the editior and some more experienced people, I was honest with a few moments of unleashing here and there.
I can see why Simon Cowell gets a kick out of being the way he is.... it felt..nice.
The actual review hasn't been published yet, and I don't want to post the link to it because I just realised that the internet is a big place and things could blow up when really I'm just talking about my week and this is one part of it.
Other parts of the week include: getting vaccinated to go overseas and not being able to move my arms.
Getting mosquito bites on my scalp and now I'm becoming a hyochondriac and scared of getting Malaria in India while I am meditating.
Having the most incredible dreams including that I was flying and in the running to become a professional boxer (I blame that on the cheese platters)
Successfully dying a dress from white to forest green with minimal chemical smell through the house.
Anyways, one week till 2 months away. There's going to be travel stories a' plenty so if you found this post boring (I could have made it more exciting but no one likes a gloater)
stay tuned.
Jj
We have kicked up a stink
as the bathroom leaks
from upstairs to down
water through rotten cracks
dripped in my tea as I sat drinking below
A rental with minimal rent
and minimal rights
and minimal influence
Emails fly, things take months to approve
We can shower at the gym
just fix the floor and roof
It's done on the cheap
the crusty, the stinge.
Like an episode of Fawlty Towers
They start, but don't have the right tools
they leave and return a week later
with hardly anything done except
cement down the toilet
rubbish in the courtyard
and a vanity that's the wrong size
(cue Benny Hill theme)
Ray the Tradie is a good egg
he looks like a pirate,
wears a bandana and has dreads
He wants to have a jam on the guitar
that would have been swell
if he hadn't taken 2 weeks off,
and we still stink.
One month with no shower has turned into two
We shower at the gym
or under a watering can under the avocado tree
some people would pay good money for an outdoor shower
or an abundance of avocados.
We have both.
And a sink in the sitting room
It's a strange feeling
knowing you are someone's last priority
you are itchy,
when hygiene is genuinely reduced
to wet wipes and hose downs
Bright sides abound, think
of third world countries
where you can't shower or drink the water.
How much wetness does a wet wipe want?
The real estate guarantees compensation
I need to pay my friends a fiver each
for putting up with my greasy demeanor
and letting me shower at theirs
and not even bring my own shampoo.
Sham-who?
More updates to come....
here's a picture of me and the rubbish the tiler left
in the courtyard.
I look like that because he left it on top of my kale
and I've been malnourished ever since.
Spare a thought
spare some suds
spare your cousin's work mate's husband's brother; the plumber, what's his name?
Dwane?
Get Dwane to come and put some taps on would ya.
Look him up, "Pipe's Plumbing" I think they are called- his name is Dwane Pipe.
You rippa
Jj
Although my blog is a lot about my life, one huge part of my life I rarely speak about here is fitness/lifestyle/health.
Because I feel like there is far more interesting things I can talk about ( Like : Jealousy and Why I'll never be Beyonce)
Also there are so so many other fitness blogs out there and I don't take gym selfies or feel like I have the right body shape to be taking gym selfies (read more about that here) AND my phone doesn't even have a back camera.
BUT, this week; those endorphins have got me through, and are still buzzing through my system after this morning's HIIT.
My exercise routine this week included 4 boxing classes, 3 step classes, one game of mixed netball, 5 games of Scrabble, one pump class, one zumba class, riding about 60km and doing random chin ups. #fitspo #whocares #passthepeanutbutter #regurgatatedmotivationalquote
Anyway, for me, I need to speed up first in order to slow down. I get my energy from doing things that energise me, and in turn that keeps the colds and crazy away. I was emotional and pissy - looking at you PMS. Being able to sweat it out was my saviour.
There's been afternoons that I'm falling asleep by 3pm, but by taking 15 mins to power up and kick a ball around for a bit, I'm given another surge to see me through the day.
So, in the risk of loosing some street cred, I'm going to post my list of top fitness things that get me through-
1. It might hurt now, but what really hurts is being unfit in the future.
2. Exercise is something that costs nothing can give you so much joy.
3. Some of my best ideas and creativity come during some kind of cardio session
4. You never regret doing that extra set of push ups
5. I like to use the statement "now excuse me, I've got a rig that needs tidying" and do just that.
Plus, having exercise in my life means there is also more room and leeway for the other great things, like music, chocolate and beer.
Jj
