The art of life.. are you involved?

I shared an experience on face book today about a lady I assisted this morning and how a can of tomato soup led me to assisting. She was putting things back from her shopping as she only had $13.15 in her purse and a $24 grocery bill, she had been robbed the night before and not only had they taken her money they took her cats food, her only companion in life left without anything to eat on a really cold winters day. I asked for it to be given back and I paid for it with my groceries a total of $45. I then handed her the rest of the money I had in my purse and told her to enjoy it.

They had taken her rent money and she was worried about asking her son who lives interstate to assist her. I talked to her about going to the bank first thing Monday getting an ATM card, as she used a PASSBOOK and setting up a direct debit for the rent so she would never have to withdraw that amount again.

I couldn’t pretend I wasn’t watching what she was doing as we sometimes do at the checkout, ignore the person in front or behind. I don’t approach the checkout on the phone or if I am I will hang up on the person and converse with the person assisting me. I have seen too many young people with limited conversation techniques due to the non-interaction daily with people. So I ventured into this woman’s conversation and her life. I watched that red can get slipped back towards the attendant and I saw her look of sadness as she did it. I did a scan of her box of goods, 4 cans of home brand cat food, home brand kitty litter, 300ml carton of milk and a loaf of bread and I thought WHAT? I stopped her and became involved the young boy was pleased and he gave her back her groceries there was that can x 2, a jar of coffee and some sliced ham, a sliced chicken breast – all her weekends foods.

Mine on the other hand, 2 baguette, 6 rolls, a crunchy loaf, pesto and a couple of packets of chips (luxury foods) nothing necessary here. I could not have ignored the conversation she was stressed and wanting to share her misfortune as well as justify why she was putting items back. I didn’t feel sorry for her I felt angry for her. To be vulnerable, alone, cold and robbed of her safety, security and money is truly awful. They are the targets, our elderly, as with age comes the holding on of independence, isolation from family if they move away from country towns and reliance on limited incomes which someone else feels they have a right to take.

I don’t worry about the money I gave her, I emptied all the notes out of my purse and I told her to enjoy it. I hope she meets up with friends and they go to the local for a drink, or lunch I don’t care. She didn’t want to take it from me as she was worried I was an invalid, I still have a terrible limp from my partially ruptured Achilles and I have to take my moon boot off when I drive. I told her I was fine I had so much in my life, I wish I had the money in my purse to cover her rent. She wanted to hand the $100 back but I refused to accept it, I may see her again, I may not, I don’t care.

We need to stop, look around, get involved for there are many I suspect that go without to keep companion animals fed, hide their own misfortunes. In a wealthy country like Australia we all should have enough. If you can help with a charity to provide for others do. I would only hope if it were my mum, someone like me would not let her walk out of a supermarket unable to have a 99c can of soup for her lunch on a cold wet winters day. If I found out this happened I would never forgive them.

Women in Mourning

Really are we? I am not in mourning I am still rejoicing in my “Rushing Women’s Syndrome” and today I have woken feeling renewed, not so much the ‘cranky pants’ but feeling ready to start and end my day. This is the title of an article on-line in the Entertainment Section, yes I am high brow aren’t I? In scanning the internet today and this is what I came across and I can say I highly disagree.

I am not in mourning, I am happy with life, I have left the ‘cranks’ behind today, I have gotten up early and the pain in my foot seems to be reducing. I am not real good at not exercising I have always enjoyed walking and having this injury precludes me from doing anything that strains it. So I am now searching theĀ internet for any ideas on what I can do, even yoga involves using your legs, feet to do the exercises. I also do a lot of work from home for a number of businesses and find this mentally stimulating, as for being in mourning, no not so much.

No one I know has died, so I am happy with what I have on my plate at the moment. I have challenges that are everyday issues. So reading onwards this period of mourning isĀ in relation to Masterchef citing because Byron Finnerty has left, the 27 year old deckhand, who left his girlfriend and job to go and cook, as written by entertainment writer Colin Vickery, is he seeing something that I don’t ?. Am I the wrong demographic to appreciate his ‘skill’? I watch Masterchef, I enjoy seeing some of those creations but as for Byron putting women into mourning I think not.

Isn’t it funny – looking for a better word here, that there are men and women talking for the women of Australia. We are being put into ‘syndromes’ collective mourning by people who really should have little say in how we think and feel. None of these people can tell me how to cure my syndrome (except buy a product endorsed by the speaker) nor get me out of mourning – do I rush out and hunt Byron down so that I can recover? crazy really…. it is all a lot of pointless trivia isn’t it? time wasting? yes and I bought into it .

“Rushing Women’s Syndrome”

The buzz word in medical diagnosis currently penned by Lisa Curry ex-Kenny. (did she really get a Doctor to agree to this?) apologising for EVERY Woman IN THE WORLD for the “Rushing Women syndrome” I must state, after I read the article I can agree with her, it is a serious condition and can be contributed to the breaking up of her marriage. It must be serious as it has been reported in media sites and on twitter and something I hope we all don’t catch or perhaps as some of us know we already have it in varying degrees. It may have different strains though, For some it has full-blown symptoms 24/7 bitch which makes husbands and children leave the family home and stay away, perhaps it is the 7 days or so of PMS bitch that can cause a milder dose where they can avoid you for a week or so and things go to normal before they become symptomatic, or like a mild cold where it appears every-now and then and  everyone around you has to ‘suck it up for a while” please don’t mistake it for ‘manflu’ though, that in itself is another topic and brings its own sets of problems.

I have been to the Doctor a few times in the last couple of months and at no time have they even offered this as my diagnosis, after reading Lisa’s article I know this is what I have as well. I sat in the Dr’s clinic in a wheel chair for over 2 hours with a suspected broken ankle, the Doctor, I can assure you doesn’t have “Rushing Woman’s Syndrome” she (the Dr.) in fact seemed to have “I can’t be bothered today” syndrome and acted accordingly. I didn’t have a fractured ankle, I had a 3/4 ruptured Achilles tendon which wasn’t diagnosed from this Doctor. At the time I did this injury I can tell you with no uncertain terms I had “rushing women’s syndrome”. I happened to meet a distressed steer 3 metres from me, we faced off, he dropped his head and I turned and RAN. I ran until I hit a pothole, fell, heard and felt a ‘pop’ and continued to roll out of its way. I couldn’t weight bare and felt nauseous with pain for days (4 weeks later it is still sore) so does this count?

I know I have had “rushing women’s syndrome” when I do the house work, I hate doing the housework, so I get the vacuum out and rush through doing the floors, if I have to dust well then you can almost see the cloud as I rush to finish. I can see how Lisa is confused with her diagnosis, I too get bitchy if I have spent 3 hours doing the housework and he walks inside with muddy feet, or worse our 15 yr old Golden Retriever anciently deposits pooh on the nice clean floors and walks off. I certainly can feel the rush of anger then, my face can turn red and I can feel the ‘rushing’ of words that make my ‘potty’ mouth function.

Perhaps we need to look at it from the perspective of poor Lisa Curry ex-Kenny, she has been roasted by many women asking her not to apologise for them (as she made it a general statement for all women) I embrace it, I am going to pin it up on the fridge so that I have an excuse to be a bitch all the time. It will help me when I refuse to assist or just don’t feel like doing anything. See my “rushing women’s syndrome” is tempered by a “sleepy women’s syndrome” or “PMS Syndrome” or “I’ve taken too much on syndrome” actually if you think about it we as women know that Lisa has started the trend and it is trending on twitter, we can give ourselves syndromes to clarify all aspects of our daily lives.

I feel for Lisa Curry ex-Kenny, she must still be in love with her ex husband, she continues to try to find excuses to have broken up with him. Instead of saying we split and I regret it 3 (or so) years later, we have to hear her apologise for every woman a mistake she made in divorcing her partner. I think as a woman giving this air time is great, it start debate and makes us cringe for Lisa Curry ex-Kenny, she should keep this to herself. Only those close to her were upset when they broke up, but all marriage break ups are awful, sides are taken and people are hurt, then you have children who have to live this out in the media. I note she is no longer accompanied by the young man she was dating and doing IVF and  do feel sorry for her, with all of the joy in her life she can still find misery, or a diagnosis which seems fanciful.

Today I am apologizing for my “Rushing Women’s Syndrome” I have woken feeling like I need to start a fight with someone (sorry Lisa Curry ex-Kenny it may be you) I have the cranky pants on, it’s book work day, it’s paying accounts day, it’s raining, it’s not raining enough, it’s cold, I have pain in my ankle (still) I have many things I wish to do but am already running out of time but the highlight is I have a heater, Gatsby the cat on the desk in the inbox, Pete the Golden Retriever on his bed on the floor of my office and I am loved! it is only Monday, start of the week much more “rushing” to come this week.