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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.