Cindy, the Dog that Lived, Illness, and other stuff.
I've had a shocking start to the New Year, and yeah, a bad Christmas too. The only light was the delight of getting several cards and small gifts from my friends here. Thanks to all, but particularly to Soledad for the copy of 'Eclipse of the Crescent Moon' which I haven't started yet due to illness which has affected my concentration.
Illness: Massive tooth infection lasting weeks. Docs wanted to hospitalise me, but due to bike club activity I refused. How vulnerable am I sitting in hospital knowing some of the staff are club members. Tooth finally pulled and am on the mend.
Bike club activities: firing a shot at us as we worked on water pump on 21/12/08. High powered rifle, probably .303, a warning shot we think, as do police. Security camera stolen on Tuesday this week, rumours that this precedes a break-in as the morons are STILL convinced we have their missing meeting record book. Rumours we are planning to sell to them for low price including our wonderful, rare Walers. Have spoken to an event manager who has set himself up to mediate and told him in no uncertain terms to get the job done if he's going to, or court injuctions will stop club holding big meetings...so no Australian Junior Championships for them.
The Aboriginal curse continues to work. First 'the chain-saw man' died of cancer, babbling on his death bed that he was one of our horse's killers! It turns out he had a 30 year old grudge against me, and used it to really start problems when he was club president some 13 years ago...this is pretty much when the trouble went from a bit of litter and some tresspassers to a live threatening situation for us. The 'Bull' has lost another family member. So far this horrible man, another one who was in on the killing our horse, has lost:
1/. his Dad to cancer.
2/. The chain saw man was his best friend.
3/. His favourite brother died in a weird motor bike accident 2 weeks ago.
Be scared Bull, the noose is tightening...
And our dogs. On the 29th December, one greyhound tried to kill the other for no reason. Luckily, I got them apart, and Cindy, the injured dog to the vet. She is now the Dog who Lived, because a 9 year old dog should not have survived. But she did, and although covered in bandages, she is sitting at my feet as I type. Rosie, the other greyhound, was put to sleep on advise from police, as the chance of her attacking a human was too great.
So, that's my New Year. Hope yours has been better!
Illness: Massive tooth infection lasting weeks. Docs wanted to hospitalise me, but due to bike club activity I refused. How vulnerable am I sitting in hospital knowing some of the staff are club members. Tooth finally pulled and am on the mend.
Bike club activities: firing a shot at us as we worked on water pump on 21/12/08. High powered rifle, probably .303, a warning shot we think, as do police. Security camera stolen on Tuesday this week, rumours that this precedes a break-in as the morons are STILL convinced we have their missing meeting record book. Rumours we are planning to sell to them for low price including our wonderful, rare Walers. Have spoken to an event manager who has set himself up to mediate and told him in no uncertain terms to get the job done if he's going to, or court injuctions will stop club holding big meetings...so no Australian Junior Championships for them.
The Aboriginal curse continues to work. First 'the chain-saw man' died of cancer, babbling on his death bed that he was one of our horse's killers! It turns out he had a 30 year old grudge against me, and used it to really start problems when he was club president some 13 years ago...this is pretty much when the trouble went from a bit of litter and some tresspassers to a live threatening situation for us. The 'Bull' has lost another family member. So far this horrible man, another one who was in on the killing our horse, has lost:
1/. his Dad to cancer.
2/. The chain saw man was his best friend.
3/. His favourite brother died in a weird motor bike accident 2 weeks ago.
Be scared Bull, the noose is tightening...
And our dogs. On the 29th December, one greyhound tried to kill the other for no reason. Luckily, I got them apart, and Cindy, the injured dog to the vet. She is now the Dog who Lived, because a 9 year old dog should not have survived. But she did, and although covered in bandages, she is sitting at my feet as I type. Rosie, the other greyhound, was put to sleep on advise from police, as the chance of her attacking a human was too great.
So, that's my New Year. Hope yours has been better!