geez i'm on a roll tonight
this is my third post for the night...enjoy it while you can, it maybe another six months before i write again. (hopefully not)
oh shit...i've just been interruped now i forget what i was going to write about.
my grandfather is currently in hospital. he has been for a while now. well he's been in and out of hospital for a few months now. he has bad circulation in his legs due to years and years of smoking. he had one toe amputated a couple of months ago. he is in to have another amputated. and in the meanwhile he's had a heart-attack.
dad's comment - like my father, a couple of days later they have another which does them in.
kimmy keeps pounding me with questions - "are you worried about your grand-dad?" "do you want to go see him?" - no i haven't seen him in awhile. i haven't seen him since he's been in hospital even though he's in hospital in my home town.
and i don't want to go see him. not sure why. am i afraid? am i afraid of old age? am i afraid of death? am i afraid of feeling? am i afraid of saying goodbye? i don't have answers to these questions. i just don't want to go to the hospital to see him. i didn't see him much when he was at home, why should i see him now? cold hearted? maybe.
we now have two puppies. *deep breath* two puppies! better to go through the piddle training all at once, we said. how much more work can two be once you have a routine for one, we said. it will be good for portia to have another puppy to play with since we are at work for long hours. we obviously didn't take into account the changes in the dynamics when you have two. the fact that they do want to play. and play noisely.
they do bring great joy to our lives though. but they also bring double the amount of piddle. double the amount of poop. and double the amount of noise. but we wouldn't have it any other way. we (read i) just need to adjust to the change. and so do the poor cats who are so scared out of their wits that they no longer have the run of the house but are instead relegated to the garage.
christmas. well it's come and gone like it always does. there was a little bit of drama this year. we had decided that we were going to stay home on christmas day. we (read kimmy) had invited my parents over for 'brunch' (which turned into an almost all day affair anyway). and we invited kimmy's parents over for dinner on the monday night...the 22nd. that was all well and good until over breakfast on the 23rd when kimmy's mum asked what our plans were for christmas day. well when we told her our plans to stay home she bit back with "we just don't see you girls enough". now this was not a cry of disappointment because we were not going to see them for christmas day. no, this was a cry of disappointment that her family was not going to be together on one single day of the year. who gives a shit about christmas. kimmy spent a whole week with them trapped on a houseboat but that doesn't count when she doesn't spend a couple of hours on christmas day with them.
i've got a lot to download. i haven't written properly in months. but now i can't remember, or it's too jumbled in my mind, to write. i need to write more frequently, i know that. but getting the time is difficult.
oh shit...i've just been interruped now i forget what i was going to write about.
my grandfather is currently in hospital. he has been for a while now. well he's been in and out of hospital for a few months now. he has bad circulation in his legs due to years and years of smoking. he had one toe amputated a couple of months ago. he is in to have another amputated. and in the meanwhile he's had a heart-attack.
dad's comment - like my father, a couple of days later they have another which does them in.
kimmy keeps pounding me with questions - "are you worried about your grand-dad?" "do you want to go see him?" - no i haven't seen him in awhile. i haven't seen him since he's been in hospital even though he's in hospital in my home town.
and i don't want to go see him. not sure why. am i afraid? am i afraid of old age? am i afraid of death? am i afraid of feeling? am i afraid of saying goodbye? i don't have answers to these questions. i just don't want to go to the hospital to see him. i didn't see him much when he was at home, why should i see him now? cold hearted? maybe.
we now have two puppies. *deep breath* two puppies! better to go through the piddle training all at once, we said. how much more work can two be once you have a routine for one, we said. it will be good for portia to have another puppy to play with since we are at work for long hours. we obviously didn't take into account the changes in the dynamics when you have two. the fact that they do want to play. and play noisely.
they do bring great joy to our lives though. but they also bring double the amount of piddle. double the amount of poop. and double the amount of noise. but we wouldn't have it any other way. we (read i) just need to adjust to the change. and so do the poor cats who are so scared out of their wits that they no longer have the run of the house but are instead relegated to the garage.
christmas. well it's come and gone like it always does. there was a little bit of drama this year. we had decided that we were going to stay home on christmas day. we (read kimmy) had invited my parents over for 'brunch' (which turned into an almost all day affair anyway). and we invited kimmy's parents over for dinner on the monday night...the 22nd. that was all well and good until over breakfast on the 23rd when kimmy's mum asked what our plans were for christmas day. well when we told her our plans to stay home she bit back with "we just don't see you girls enough". now this was not a cry of disappointment because we were not going to see them for christmas day. no, this was a cry of disappointment that her family was not going to be together on one single day of the year. who gives a shit about christmas. kimmy spent a whole week with them trapped on a houseboat but that doesn't count when she doesn't spend a couple of hours on christmas day with them.
i've got a lot to download. i haven't written properly in months. but now i can't remember, or it's too jumbled in my mind, to write. i need to write more frequently, i know that. but getting the time is difficult.