Life seems to continue to 'wrestle' me to the floor.
As I lie there, metaphorically speaking, in impotent rage, I feel as though my 'control' has, or is, being taken from me.
I have tried the idea others are adopting. Instead of 'resolutions' they are choosing 'words'. To worship, or live up to, or down to, or something...
I have tried to think CALM. In a very loud thought box.
I feel as though something has shifted, somewhere in the scheme of 'things'.
I have always thought I was one to "Go with the Flow". This has seemed true for much of my life.
Now I find myself wondering if I am perhaps a thwarted, or frustrated "Control Freak".
I am tired of not having the choices. I want more freedom. I say that with trepidation, being mindful of 'what could have been' just so recently.
"Careful what you wish for... you might get it"
Gom is definitely on the mend. He has begun meddling again, in the 'things' I have stored in various handy locations, ready for when I need them in a hurry.
It is driving me insane again. He gets hurt, and then offended when I try to explain to him, just why I find this so upsetting. The end result is neither pretty nor comfortable.
I just seem to gripe gripe gripe lately. I think Euthanasia Packages sound
Look at this little fellow, who is our Nice Neighbour's resident frog. He has been seranading us all in the night, as he calls for a mate! He is in the center, so if you click he should be visible.
Other news includes Honey's nose. She grew a small wart, which of course grew, to a large wart, as I knew it would. She had one similar removed from her ear, recently.
See the stitch there. We need to go & have that removed on 15th- someone I am fond of has a birthday this same day! Honey did not seem to care that her 'Beauty Spot' was removed. It had begun to annoy her, so it is well gone!
Meanwhile the newly slender~appearing hound, is also reluctant to be the photographic star. He is missing his walks, but Gom is still too weak to take him out.
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We have been on several excursions one of which was to Woy Woy, which was the home of Spke Milligan's mother. Spike Milligan frequently visited her at her home, and he also frequently poked fun at Woy Woy. (I do believe he once referred to it as the ar*ehole of the world!) This offended quite a few of the locals of course, and so, when a new footbridge was built alongside the vehicular road at Brisbane Water, a great many locals became incensed when it was named "Spike Milligan Bridge".
If I remember correctly there was an outcry when the Library was mooted to be named after Spike Milligan.
I rather liked his humour, and enjoyed the Goon Show on radio when I was young. I show my age with that revelation.
Woy Woy was a very fashionable beachside resort during the '20s and '30s. It seems hard to believe now, as it is not exactly a wonderful expanse of wide, or sunny sands. It does have a quaint personality of it's own, though it is hard to picture the bathing beauties up from Sydney, revelling in the therapeutic seaside water and air.
There is a local Fish Cafe, called Fisherman's Wharf, where the fish and chips are locally 'famous', and I must agree, rather delicious. They also sell wonderful fresh fish. However, small bank loans are needed to purchase most varieties! Or the gifting of first born children.
Gom and I lunched there, and a Pelican strutted about, begging for scraps. Foolish Gom tried to hand feed the Pelican. He almost lost his hand, and blood was drawn. With no malicious intent, I hasten to add. Nor was Gom injured. The blood taker did far more damage, when she took his latest blood test.
Poor me, I have to be on a special diet for 3 days, prior to having a BSL (which I thought meant B*ll Sh!t Level - only kidding!) test. I have to have, among other foods, 3 serves of fruit a day. As you can see, I am suffering!!
My goodness, the stone fruit is wonderfully sweet this year. Costly, but very tasty.
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I should not finish on a grumpy note.... but what is it with hair??
In our society, it is just not fashionable to be seen with hair legs, or armpits, or chins for that matter!
I am sure there are societies out there in the world, where bodily hair, other than head hair, is perfectly acceptable. Sometimes I wish I lived in one of those Societies.
My problem is leg hairs. I swear, I have tried every method available. The simple shave was the best option, before I got knee~challenged!
I have tried the lotion, guaranteed to banish all hair, leaving a smooth silky finish. Well, Bosh! is all I can say. It leaves stubble! More stubble than shaving used to leave.
Then I decided to try the Wax option. Holy Moly! The very first time, caused red bumps & lumps. Residue needed a special slimey/sticky/greasy cloth to remove said offensive 'wax?'
"Be assured" the pamphlet* said, "no soap and water is going to remove this residue" What!?, are they proud of the fact???!!
* Well, words to that effect!
The result was not good. Stubble stubbornly remained.
I foolishly persevered, trying again to use the wax. No hair was removed this time, but most of the sticky wax was left gleaming on my still hairy legs!!
After Labour Intensive scrubbing with the 'remover', most of it came off.
All I can say, is, I am glad I do not have facial hair to deal with. Nor does it matter much about my leg hairs, but I would have expected something to work!
Of course, it goes without saying, no hair came off!
GRRRR!!
I can't afford clinics for expensive waxing. HELP!!
I won't insert hair pics to offend everyone. Now that I think about it, why is hair so offensive??
Rod Stewart, I don't want to talk about it.
