Posts by Isabel Hitchings
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The one at 5.45 was big enough to have me on my feet and checking on the kids. The six year old wound up in our bed but we all did get a couple more hours sleep. I'm counting that as a major victory though I will be moving slowly and drinking all the coffee this morning.
This new round bugs me because they feel different and my inner seismograph isn't attuned to them yet. I won't complain if they die off before I can accurately guess that magnitude though.
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It took me about seven years to be able to stomach the smell of gin after a particularly ill-planned bout of teenage revelry. The body is apparently smarter than the mind, in some things.
There was about a decade where nothing even slightly whiskey related passed my lips after an evening involving very cheap bourbon and a boy who liked me less than I thought he did.
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And the piece of news that allows me to fully relax and enjoy my break: an email from the cattery telling us that both cats are fine (though not necessarily coming out of hiding) and the diabetic one has had all her insulin happily.
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Hard News: Nobody wanted #EQNZ for Christmas, in reply to Geoff Lealand,
The offer is lovely Geoff and I'm trying to wrangle some time in the schedule but with two festive dinners to prepare and eat (my father has a birthday on Boxing Day) and social engagements at which I need to present children on their best behaviour every day it might be a bit tricky.
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We left town to join the family in Nelson a bit over an hour before the shakes started. I’m trusting that the cattery would have contacted us if anything had happened to the cats and the neighbour has just informed me that there is “practically no water or liquefaction” in our street. A little worried that the fridge has opened again and we’ll return to five days worth of stinkiness an an enormous powerbill. All family accounted for.
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I've used munted (meaning broken) for years but it had not greater or lesser significance than a dozen or so other words I might have chosen. This year, when Bob Parker used in the sort of circumstances where a more formal term might have been expected, it gained a new level of meaning, expressing that things are too bad to be polite about.
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Up Front: The Up Front Guides:…, in reply to Megan Wegan,
None taken. No point having a past if you can't get a laugh out of it.
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Quake Brain - the state of mental exhaustion you reach after months of being able to do nothing on auto pilot.
Portaloo - can be sung to the tune of ABBAs Waterloo
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Up Front: The Up Front Guides:…, in reply to Max Rose,
there’s an extent to which I can see that really casual sex is unfulfilling. Not because it lacks love or commitment, but because it shortcircuits the fierce energy of flirtation.
One of the things I like* the best is the whole dance that happens before the sex. All the will we-won't we-oops we nearly did is thrilling beyond anything else and I've been known to string it out over a very long time. This is probably why I often slept with people about six months after everyone assumed we had.
*I just realised I've been posting here in the present tense when, with almost fifteen years of happy monogamy under my belt, I am mostly recalling long-gone glory days. Flirting still occurs, mind you, it's just that the chance of follow-through is pretty non-existent.
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I tend to flirt in situations where I'm a little uncertain. It's a way of sussing out the other person but it's also a way to try a possibility on to see how I feel about it.