Sunday, August 5

Interference

I am not Praying person. Would be a wast of time. I dont have a "God" or a Religion.
But I do believe in the power of positive thoughts.
So would you all please send some good vibes Debbi's way, for her 16 year old son. It seems he can surely do with all the positivity in the world directed his way.

Life has been interfereing in my plans for the past couple of days.

And today was Convoy for Kids day. This involves all the huge, vehicles from hell 'Big Rigs' & Fire Engines & other assorted large horned vehicles all roaring down the Highway, with their assorted horns & sirens blaring & screaming.

This of course, causes great distress among the animal community, with dogs howling & barking ceaselessly. And then just as they settle down, another wave of bloody terrors vehicles comes rolling along, & it all sets the dogs off again. And I have no doubt it also causes vague minded elderly folk to soil themselves, if not having actual coronaries, in fright at the hideous cacophony.

I suppose I knew what the point of it all was once. Perhaps when I was younger & more tolerant. Now I just sit here & mutter curses & threats. My Daughter J & also Adult Granddaughter agree with me. It is a horrible thing to have happen on a Sunday morning. I do think it might be to raise funds for children in need, & as such, it is a worthy cause. I just wish they could think of a better more community friendly way to do it.

I am making small headway with the unpacking. I have rearranged some of my precious books. I have uncovered hitherto forgotten ugly UFO blocks. They might be sneaked out with some of the garbage. What the hell was I thinking?? Was I colour blind.

I got the allclear on the gap of the evil fang on Friday. The Surgeon assured me all is well, & he was happy with his handywork. There was a considerable wait in the rooms, & as we 'wait-ees' fidgeted & pretended to read there was a terrible drilling noise, which shook the floor. We all clamped our mouths shut & looked with horror at each other. We hope it was not the young boy who had previously entered the dreaded door to 'action stations'.

And that seemed to prod the poor woman sitting next to me into an outpouring of her woes. Concerning her teeth initially, & engaging the other couple in the room. Soon it was dawning on us all, that this was not a good thing. We were getting the story of the woman's life & times. It was an interminable story, & it involved her cataracts (I am not sure how they got in there) & at one stage she said 'They have not known what to do with me since 1974!" I made the mistake of glancing at the man's face, & almost burst out hysterically laughing, as I could see his shoulders shaking, & his cheeks bulging with laughter.

Luckily I was saved by the appearance of the Surgeon calling my name, & I bounded into his room, laughing like a hyena giving a little laugh. He thought it was just because I was pleased to see him, I think, & proceeded to shake my hand, all the while smiling & laughing himself. Or, maybe he had been listening at the door.

Mrs Whipped Hairdo was nowhere to be seen, so perhaps she is on holiday.. or something. Stress leave?



And, there has been another small 'incident' involving the Leaf Blower/Mulcher in the back yard.
The sand which was under the concrete, which had to be dug out, to access the drainage, had mostly been returned to the gaping wound in the back concrete strip.

However as these things often go, it would not all fit back into said hole. Well, not with the concrete slabs replaced. So they have been in & out of the hole several times, while a fit could be eventually achieved. And of course there was some considerable spare sand.

Some of it got shovelled onto struggling bulbs. (GRRRRR) Some of it went under the gate, which is neither here nor there in the scheme of things.

But that is when GOM decided to tidy the yard. I was unaware of what he was doing, being otherwise occupied. I heard him in the laundry, but didnt take much note. Then I heard the hideous noise begin, & thought to myself, "What the Hell is he up to now?"
And foolishly I still didnt get up to see.
Then I smelt dust! And I rushed out to see the back door was wide open, & Operation Desert Storm was taking place outside our diningroom door, & inside our kitchen, & inside the dining room, & ekeing into the whole house!

And there was GOM, happily using The Leaf Mulcher, with the bag attached, which is absolutely porous, to create this Dust Storm. Seemingly unaware of what was happening. As I peered through the dust at him, & yelled, it seemed to suddenly jolt him back to reality, & he switched it off.

As you might guess, I was less than happy, & it seems the whole house received a dusting of fine sand. Not a good look. I might have to hide the damn thing!

Augie March, Bolte & Dinstan Talk Youth

23 comments:

Fiona said...

Meggie, your posts just make me laugh so much (when they're not making me cry). I just love your way of finding humour in everyday happenings.

jellyhead said...

Oh Meggie, you have me grinning my way through so many of your posts - and this one was no exception. The quote from the lady in the dentist's waiting room ("They have not known what to do with me since 1974"!!) was an absolute classic! How you all kept straight faces I'll never know. And the dentist perhaps thinking your bouncy response and smile was all about him made me laugh all over again!

I hope you never stop blogging Meggie because you are just wonderful to read!

Aunty Evil said...

Ah Meggie, GOM was off in his own dust filled world. Probably dreaming of how he would be able to nag you to get the Mr Sheen out when he does the white glove test on your furniture! :)

caramaena said...

Oh dear...

Well as I see it, GOM should have enough dust, to clean up, to keep him out of trouble for quite some time...

Jeanette said...

OHH Meggie, My sides are splitting from laughter,I can just imagine the grins and smerks going on in the waiting all frightened in case you to burst into laughter, and then GOM causing a dust storm. ROFL

Alice said...

Sounds like the 'big kids and their toys' were having a day out under the guise of raising money for some kids' charity or other. I wonder if the money raised was more than the cost to environment.

It's amazing how some people feel their entire life story is of interest to total strangers, especially when they are a captive audience. At least it did provide you (and us) with some hilarity. Shame that you don't love the surgeon as much as he thought you did!

Mulching outside the back door is not an activitiy to be recommended unless GOM was trying to create a GOW. Seems like he may have succeeded.

fifi said...

that Big Rigs charity thing sounds like an episode off the Simpsons..!

Boy, I laughed about the sndblowing, but I'll bet YOU didn't!

Mrs. Goodneedle said...

Again, you've knocked me off the chair with laughter. I know I shouldn't be laughing at all the accumulated dust, but it's just you're way of describing everything that is too, too funny. That and the lady of "all the lifelong woes" in the dr's office. Thanks for sharing!

Angie said...

ROFLLLLLLLMBO!!!!!!

Exuberant Color said...

I'm glad the gap has healed. Maybe you won't have to see Mrs. Whipped Hairdo for awhile.
Wanda

ancient one said...

You are one funny story teller! I once had a neighbor as funny as you. I told her SHE could have been Phyllis Diller the comedian. She said if only I could have had her money !! Your stories are priceless!

Ali Honey said...

Good news re the fangsite!
I would be telling GOM some home truths!This is not the first time as I recall.Explain it in small simple words he'll understand.They can learn!

ancient one said...

meggie, my granddaughter's post on the doll market is here:

http://butterbeansmommy.blogspot.com/2007/06/largest-doll-shop-in-america.html

Josie said...

Meggie, you're a hoot...! And I needed a giggle today.

Love your blog.

Cheers,
Josie

Bren said...

I am so glad your mended! And I would have liked to see a pic of those ugly UFO blocks! My cheeks hurt from smiling when I finish reading your posts!

mereth said...

Oh dear some things (GOM?) are sent to try us, aren't they? We hear so much about men being objective and seeing 'the big picture', and yet they can't foresee the most obvious consequences, can they?
I wonder how many other times that woman has told her story, I seem to attract people like that and I never know the right response.But I know hysterical laughter isn't the right one......

Stomper Girl said...

I hope you handed GOM the feather duster.

velcro said...

what are UFO blocks? Are they what you have your flying saucer on because someone stole its stabilisers?
I do hope you made GOM do the dusting!

z-silverlight said...

All I can say is; Oh! My! He was regular Dust Devil, wasn't he.
Were I grew up. there used to been summer dust storms. Ugh. Even with windows closed.

Thimbleanna said...

Meggie, you're SO funny. Glad to see you're married to a typical man -- like children, they must be watched at all times . ;-)

Isabelle said...

Personally I was in reasonable nick in 1974. It's more recently that I've started to fall to pieces. Funny post!

Ian Lidster said...

I love reading your tales and the leaf blower made all of the trip worthwhile. You tell a fine story, Meggie.
Ian

Connie W said...

Meggie, I lost count on how many times I chuckled out loud on this post. You are too funny for just blogging...write a book, my dear!