Warning: Earthquakes cause brain cracks

Earthquake brain: Definition: the inability to co-ordinate your thoughts, body and life in a coherent fashion. Increases in severity the more earthquakes you experience - and the more times you catch the head of a headless statue staring at you.

I first started this blog on September 2 2010 with a snappy intro and a devout self-believing goal for a daily post. Then I got a technical problem. Then - on September 4 - the earth threw it's toys out of the cot. Blog promises crashed to the floor.

Shaking right along to April 21st 2011, I had such a bloggable day. I have to do this. Expecting glitches, I surprisedly gliiided into Wordbird Magazine glitch-free. Anyway, I owe it to my one (patient) follower to finally deliver - or log off.

Deep breath...
Last night when I arrived home with my partner, Eddie, he freaked. "The barbeque has been MOVED and the gas cylinder has GONE." I questioned this. "I have an exceptional eye for detail ...I KNOW."
Well, as my memory is as reliable as an earthquake prediction, who was I to query? We had heard the Eastern suburbs were rabid with looters. And I imagined they would really need my propane tank to fuel their barbecues of stolen steaks.

I panicked that my camera was gone. But found it in a fluffy leopard jewellery holder. Violated, deflated and disillusioned...I slept...only to wake up with More FM crackling painfully in my ear.
"We have just had a call from Eddie Simon who was burgled last night" Simon Barnett went on to say how terrible is was that people are doing this to all the abandoned unsecured houses.
 My stuck together eyelids opened as wide as those cupie dolls in a horror movie. I hate to think what I said after that.
"I only rang to get them to warn people...i didn't think they would say all THAT" Eddie pleaded honestly. When you think how hard it is to get through to the radio phone-lines and even get on the radio - this was luck in reverse.
A sheepish Eddie wolfed his cereal, said I didn't have to make his lunch and left - only to return far too soon. He had pulled up to the neighbour's house to warn them of the the barbeque-loving burglars...as another neighbour backed into his (new purchase of one month) shiny white car. The passenger door was squished. It now matched all my broken belongings - and the city.

A friend texted to say she didn't realise I had fled my home...and offered me lodgings.
I stewed all day. And eventually clicked over a brain-cog. I remembered soon after Feb 22, I had picked up a small purple piece of paper with number 9 written on it, from a gas cylinder round the back of the house. There were 9's in the Earthquake helpline number, and other recent things - so this memory went to the "remember this sign" Brain-file number 9. However, this was nearly two months ago when we  lined up for free gas-bottle fillings. Surely...no...
 I went round the side of the house which now flapped with quake-blue tarpaulins. Underneath...a gas bottle was hibernating.

I was relieved there were no burglars, relieved the random piece of paper had jogged my memory, but more relieved I was not the ONLY one with severe Earthquake Brain. And YES, I so do intend to milk this. Ammo for the next year.
Pity it lead to an accident and the peril of the poor under 25-year-old driver who came over to give me a bottle of wine and shaken apologies. Earthquake Brain - warning: leads to aftershock-effect disaster."

I led Eddie up our garden path when he arrived home, still upset from "the violation".  A few self-directing expletives later, he said "Please don't tell anyone about this."
Does my one faithful follower on my blog count?

Wordbird signing off...until tomorrow.xxx ( subject to glitches)