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,
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
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,
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