I am tired of this conversation I am lately having with myself.
I am trying to change things around in my life, to somehow restart the sewing spark. Or even the writing spark would be nice. Indeed, any spark at all !
Apparently I am not a very ‘Motivational Speaker’ judging by the results!
Gom has had his annual checkup for his hearing aids. I did not accompany him this time. I did not tell, of his latest trick, which is to remove his aids, remove his spectacles, and sit, with his ears & eyes closed. As though to shut out his world.
Which includes me, of course.
This fact comes around in my self talks.
Somehow, when we were young, the thought of retirement was attractive. It would give us time to pursue things we had no time for, when we were busy earning our crusts and crumbs.
Travel was one of my dreams. It is lucky we did do some travelling, when there were funds available, and the body was able.
The likelihood of travel now, is about zero. It is not Gom’s fault, that he is losing his sight, so why do I feel cheated?
I need to change the way I look at things, myself.
As I sat,in our car, waiting for the test to be completed, I read my trusty book, and contemplated the passing parade of various types. Most of which were perfectly normal and nice looking people.
Then, I heard the raucous screaming, screeching foul language. A couple, who appeared to be drug affected came screaming, and swearing, up the street. It was just after 3 pm. Parents were collecting their small children from the nearby Primary School.
This hideous couple, stopped to screech at each other, right where children were crossing the street. The woman’s shrilly voice berated the male for his F…ing this & F…ing that. Pointing her finger, waving her arms about, while the dopey male whined '”But Babes… But Babes”…
Then they turned & did it all in reverse, going down the street again. They seem to lose all sense of decency, of dignity.
I felt tempted to leap out of the car, & give them each a good slapping!! Though I am sure their drug fuelled fury would have seen me beaten to the pavement! That is not really what I have in mind, when thinking of changes!
Recently, one of my Nephew’s had an ‘80s Party to mark his 30th Birthday.
Today is my Beloved Brother’s birthday- sadly it it not his 30th!
In honour of his birthday here he is as he appeared at the Party, AKA Willie Nelson!
Happy Birthday Bro!