Only the Odds.
Oftentimes, the Odds are very funny, as in
They need to be, because if I wasn't laughing, I would be crying.
We have had SG for a few hours here & there.
In spite of a somewhat strung-out, tense, Nanna, he sees the Bright Side.
This is his painting.
A Rainbow, SG on the left, & a bright large Nanna on the right.
There is Sun, a Pool, and Blue Skies.
He is so glad School is back tomorrow!
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Just innocently shopping for groceries at our local mongrel minded Supermarket.
They have Freezer Cabinets, which require doors being opened and the packaged food chosen, can be removed from the shelves, by the customer.
Some of the packages are above eye level. This involves reaching up, to get the package.
When one selects a package, one does not expect to recieve sharp boxes or other, heavy frozen packages, to come cascading out, onto one's Breast!
Nor does one expect to recieve large bruises to one's breast, in the innocent pursuit of frozen grocery items.
At risk of offering TMI, I show you evidence of the said package bruises, to my left breast.
How is one supposed to offer proof of such a bruising experience?
I can hardly be expected to race into the shop, and flap out a bruised breast for examination, surely?
Or perhaps I could. I might also be arrested for indecent exposure. Or offensive behaviour.
I thought about taking the photographic evidence to the manager. However, I reconsidered this option. I had no desire to make a "Clean, (if Bruised,) Breast of it" so to speak.
I have had occasion to be taken out to the "Staff Room" to 'wash my hands', which were contaminated by maggots from tins of punctured dog food, which had escaped the notice of shelf stockers. (I did have the brief thought they may have been the puncturers of said tins.)
Apart from the fact that the Staff Room had no running water, with which to wash hands, nor any decent cleaning equipment/cloths, (stock was grabbed hastily from the shop shelf, to offer me something clean to remove the maggots) I also noticed the general filth of the room, plus the prominent "Staff Notice Board". I have no desire to have my Bruised Breast displayed for ridicule, and perhaps defacement, upon this Notice Board.
I also realise that cropping renders the said Bruise photographs almost useless, as there is no recognizable feature to prove what one is supposed to be viewing.
A dilemma with no answer. I will just have to let it go, and remember never to stand too close to those dangerous freezer cabinets.
I begin to wonder if I somehow attract such disasters, as I was once struck upon the head by several bolts of fabric, in a Quilt Shop. The bolts had been stacked on top of high shelves, which were free-standing. It was a very unpleasant, and unnerving experience. I was not offered any more than a cursory apology, with the implication it was my own fault for standing in the spot where the bolts landed! Goodness knows what caused the fall, I had certainly not even touched the shelves.
Perhaps it was my turn to be slammed on the head!! In the CCTPPO (Cosmic Conspiracy To Piss People Off,) you understand.
I admit to being a lousy Housekeeper. I hate housework with a passion which is better directed to sewing or nursing.
I was treated to a much needed bout of nigh on hysterical mirth, when I discovered that huge bags of leftover Christmas wrappings and trappings have been travelling around in the back seat of a certain person's beloved car. This car has been in for various 'fixings'. It has been to several different work shops for these various 'fixings'.
No one had made any comments. Well, not to the owner's face, anyway. Who knows what was said, in the privacy etc.
However the driver did notice that other motorists, initially drawn to admire this beloved car, it being very unusual, often looked again, with disbelief at the back seat contents, so happily lying scattered, spilling out of the bags supposed to contain said Seasonally Merry trappings and papers.
It somehow appealed to my sense of the ridiculous, that these items have been travelling about bringing yet more seasonal joy to passersby.
In other ludicrous news, GOM's cough persists. More blood drawings show other problems are improved, to a degree I wont repeat, according to the Doctor. However, he is still not feeling very bright and gets very tired.
The weather is very strange. Low grey skies, high humidity. Cheerless.
Reading is the best option, when I can concentrate.
