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I am so bored, there is nothing worth watching on television, and I am not in the mood to read. There are a number of things I have recorded that I could watch, and I have some DVDs I could watch, but none of these would interest Brian so I will wait until he goes to work tomorrow as I have the rest of the week off.
I thought I would find something interesting to read on the internet so I have been searching the French and Russian revolutions, deposed monarchs, royal pretenders, even royals that met a grisly end, but I just can’t get into anything. For once I am not in the mood to watch pigeon videos, that’s when I know I am in a bad way. Facebook is quite boring tonight as well, I can’t even get my kicks reading about the misgivings of others, and I don’t really care about what anyone has been up to today.
Brian is watching Top Gear, ugh! It isn’t often he gets the television to himself so I can’t begrudge him, but I really wish he would say that he wants to come in and do some web surfing so I can have the TV.
If only the TV ratings season would start, but then everything comes on at once and I have to record half of what I want to see and watch it later. There is just no pleasing some people. Did I mention I am bored……
Does anyone else have feral neighbours or are we the only lucky ones? We have lived in this house for nearly two years and while the neighbours have always been feral they were at least reasonably quiet, until lately anyway.
A bit of background, until recently a couple with children lived in the house, then one night after a god almighty row in the wee hours of the morning he disappeared leaving her with the children. We don’t think he was the father.
For the entire two years we have had this misfortune to live next to this woman we have had to put up with the disgusting smell from her rubbish bins which she continually neglects to put out for collection. When she does put them out is it often too late so she just leaves them kerbisde for the week and continues to add to the overflowing mound of rubbish within, to the extent that the lids don’t shut. Then comes along a strong wind or a opportunist crow and the rubbish is strewn all over her front yard, into our front hard, and onto the street.
Over the last couple of months there has been a steady stream of very rough looking young men coming and going at all hours, some leaving with shopping bags. One can only guess what she is up to now, and the latest boyfriend is a real charmer, more obscenities at all hours of the day and night.
Now she has a couple of real ferals living in her garage with a big, mangy dog that is allowed to pee and crap all over our front yard, even the dog doesn’t lower itself to use her front yard.
Why don’t we speak to her about the problem I hear you ask, if you could see what we do every day you would know there is no point and we could just be making trouble for ourselves. Our only way out is to sell, but who would want to live next to that. In the meantime we will be erecting a fence so at least we do not have to look at the mess, and her rubbish will not blow over as easily, and the dog may then pee in its own front yard. One can only hope.
Like all grandparents Brian and I are as proud as punch of our grandkids and don’t get to see them enough, in our opinion anyway. Other than my four wonderful sons these kids are my reason for living.
A couple of days ago Jade who is Blake’s daughter turned eight, I don’t know where the years have gone. I am pleased to say that we were able to buy her the pottery wheel she so desperately wanted so that puts us right up there on the popularity stakes for the moment.
We have just come home from Jade’s birthday party where we got to see all my boys and their children, and any day that happens is a good day.
Jade’s party was at a roller skating venue so all the kids, and one of their fathers plus an uncle, had a wow of a time.
Kane’s four children, Caitlin, Alyssa, Jayden and Zak did not stop, these kids have so much energy I get tired just watching them, particularly the two boys. Caitlin can tend to hold back a bit but she is heading for 13 so too old for the other kids and too young for the adults. She just tries to act cool and only joins in up to a point, quite the young lady much to the dismay of her father and grandfathers.
Ryan’s children are also balls of energy, Bailey who is Ryan’s 15 year old stepson doesn’t mind getting into the mix with the other younger kids, and he cacked himself when his mother went a cropper only to get his comeuppance a few minutes later. Cody is a wonderfully loving little boy and sees the good in everyone and everything, and four year old Calais is already quite the littler miss and a bit of a show pony.
Unfortunately we had to leave a little earlier than planned as Brian’s back was not too good, but all the kids were having such a good time they probably didn’t even notice.
I note the segment on Channel 10s The Project tonight about leaving kids in cars, when is it OK to leave your child in a car…..Never! I have had four children and eight grandchildren and I have never left any of them in a car.
I remember picking up my eldest grandson as a baby and stopping to get petrol, yes I left him in the car while I filled the car, but then I got him out, took him inside with me to pay for the petrol, put him back in the car and drove on.
I hear you say, “Oh but I have a busy life, I forgot”, or “I have a lot on my mind so I forgot”. You forgot, how can you forget your child. Then there are those who say, “I was only gone for a minute”.
Another case of those who protest too much, whoa always me, being the ones the cry the loudest when the unthinkable happens, and of course it is not their fault. Shame on you!
Sitting here looking out the window I see a very persistent male dove cooing and strutting around the object of his desires, her response, to fly off and leave him to contemplate the love that might have been. Enter a pair of sparrows, and then just as quickly they are off again. A lone Murray magpie enters the mix, he flies in and struts around the yard as if it were his own.
A pair of starlings are now wandering around the yard, presumably looking for a tasty insect morsel, they are joined by an adolescent dove. What’s that I can hear, that male dove has found his true love again and is once again cooing and wooing in earnest.
That put an end to that, the dog has decided to go for a wander and has frightened them all off. Oh well it was a lovely few minutes at one with the birds.
I try very hard to keep up with modern technology but the creators of this technology do not make it easy. I understand it is not possible to advise all users of a particular change or series of changes, but why do you have to make things so damned convoluted.
It doesn’t matter whether its software or hardware we oldies who are doing our best to try and keep up just find it more and more difficult. I just wish that these “gurus” of technology would have some consideration. Technology is taking over our world and we all need to adapt but a little help please.
Why take away the very tools that make life easier. Change for the sake of change, remember the end user is generally not as savvy as you.
I am feeling rather frustrated at the moment, unfortunately I was not blessed with the ability to hammer a nail into a piece of wood, therefore I have no choice but to either purchase a ready-made pigeon loft or pay someone to build one.
I suppose it is hardly surprising that I can only find two Australian companies that actually build them, regrettably neither of them are prepared to return my emails, they must be inundated with work. One of them wants me to draw a plan of what I want, if I could do that I could build the thing, why can’t they just send me a quote for the perfectly adequate loft pictured on their website. The second one has some vague pictures and plans along with some very specific pricing, all I have asked is for a little more detail. It is all becoming too hard.
Now if I lived in Europe or the USA there is an absolute plethora of loft builders, however I imagine the costs to deliver to Australia would be uneconomical to say the least. My only choice now is to find someone who can draw to do a specification for me, and then find a handyman who can build it for me. I know exactly what I want which is a start, but that only adds to my frustration. I suppose the most difficult thing will be having something built that I can relocate when we move house in a couple of years time.
I had been hoping to be up and running for the 2016 breeding season, somewhere around September next year, but that means I need the loft in place ready for its feathered inhabitants by around July next year. I think I might be dreaming. Help me Universe.
This week Brian and I celebrated 14 years of domestic bliss, and some times not so much bliss. We met on a Saturday night in 2001 and almost from the start we both knew we had something special.
It didn’t take long and we were living together so I eventually rented out my unit, the one fly in the ointment at that time was that I had not come out to my sons and therefore Brian was like a dirty little secret. Anyway before long everything was out in the open, I won’t say it was all smooth sailing, but now we are a fairly tight happy family, and have been for a very long time, in fact three of my four sons have lived with us at one time or another.
It has certainly been an eventful 14 years, Brian has had more jobs that I can remember but now he has a career and I could not be happier or prouder. I was made redundant from my job of 27 years just before my 50th birthday which was quite traumatic for me, but things have worked out for the best. If only retirement could come a little quicker.
In the last 14 years Brian and I have bought two homes, and two businesses have come and gone; that was our lowest point but we are now almost back on top, bigger and better than we ever were. At one point we also had two rental properties.
We have cruised around New Zealand, been to Tasmania twice, driven across the Nullarbor to Perth and back, and made numerous trips to Melbourne. We are now looking forward to our next cruise to New Caledonia, Vanuatu, and Fiji, it cannot come quick enough.
Would I change anything, not really, everything we have been through together, both the good and the bad, has brought us to where we are now. I wouldn’t swap him for the world and I can’t wait to see what the next 14 years will bring. Happy Anniversary!
While Brian is shuffling all over Adelaide taking his mother and sister on a shopping spree I am having a lazy day at home. Actually it is not such a lazy day really as I am pottering, but at least I am doing it at my own pace which is a leisurely one.
Two loads of washing done and another two to go. I have already been to see my doctor as I needed a prescription, then into the supermarket to buy some drinks for the grandchildren tonight. I also bought some Metamucil capsules that my doctor recommended for my ongoing irritable bowel, which is making me very irritable. Yet another tablet to add to the cocktail I take each day.
Tonight most of the family will be together at Blake’s new home where he will also be introducing his new girlfriend Jackie and her little bundle of joy Kyson. What a little chubber he is, Brian and I met them last weekend so at least they are not being inundated with the entire family en masse for the first time. It is just a shame we will not all be together, but that is another story.
This afternoon I need to wash a couple of chairs we need to take to Blake’s as he does not yet have seating for all, and about 4.30 Blake’s daughter Jade will arrive so we can take her with us.
Bills are also paid, that is always a joy, just a couple of emails to send, when will it end? Exhausting!
I find myself with somewhat of a conundrum at the moment, one of those times when I am damned if I do and damned if I don’t. Two of my four sons are not particularly happy with me at the moment, and in at least one of these cases my son is probably correct, it would appear that I am a hypocrite.
I am happily ensconced in a same-sex relationship, as is one of my sons, and while I would like to think I am fairly liberal-minded, there are some things that I just do not understand. I do not love him any less, I simply just do not understand some of his choices, and while I would not try to stop him from living his life his way, there are some things that I would prefer not to confront. If that makes me a hypocrite and a bad father I am guilty as charged. I apologise profusely if this hurts his feelings, but that is how I feel.
As for my other son, a similar problem but a far different scenario. All I ever wanted is for my sons to be happy, to make their way in life as best they can, to be good men, good partners, and good fathers. I want them to have the opportunities I did not, and to have long, happy and fulfilling lives.
Sometimes I just can’t help myself, I am human so I interfere, but at all times it is done with love. I don’t ask much, just the occasional visit, it doesn’t have to be an all day affair, just a quick chat and off again. In time he will understand, he will feel the same way I do with his own children.
Where do we go from here, well I have always told my sons to stay close, one day their mother and I will be gone, and it is my hope that they will support each other throughout their lives. Unfortunately there is currently a rift that will not go away, one is too outspoken and the other very defensive. Xmas should be fun!
Regardless of what happens my four sons will always mean the world to me, and their children are the icing on the cake. I love you all. Be happy and play nice!