My first born grandchild has now turned 13 years of age, where has the time gone. Cody had an older brother who was stillborn which made Cody’s birth all the more special. I will never forget either the day Cody was born, nor the day that Jordan Brandon Mitchell was “born sleeping”. One terribly sad, the other an absolute feeling of elation.
On Day 2 of Cody’s journey we received the news that he had been born with a heart defect, after the high of the previous day the emotions on this day were gut wrenching. Would he live, how bad was the prognosis, was there anything they could do?
I will never forget the look of complete and utter despair on my son Ryan’s face as they gave him the news, I was so glad I was able to be with him as Cody’s mother had to remain in another hospital. As a parent I was gutted and wanted to help my son, but as a new grandfather I was helpless, there was nothing we could do but put our trust in the medical staff.
That trust was well and truly tested when at just a few weeks old Cody and his parents flew to Melbourne where my beautiful grandson underwent heart surgery. That was one of the longest days of my life, one I shall never forget but one that I am truly grateful for, for without it I shudder to think.
Now that beautiful, loving child is 13 years old and I could not be prouder. Cody would and does do anything for any one. The love and goodness that he has inside him is boundless.
Unfortunately Cody has had numerous other hurdles to climb, but he attacks each one with drive, gusto, and a determination to live life to its fullest. He is one very happy, very determined not so little boy. Cody, Papa loves you to bits.
A few weeks back I wrote about the problems we constantly have with our feral neighbours, me and my big mouth, now things have gone up a notch, a very big notch.
These people now have a dog, quite a pretty dog as far as dogs go, but they cannot keep the damn thing in their yard. All along our fence line there are holes this dog has dug to come through to our dog. Poor Rocky’s little patch has been invaded by a playful young dog that is just too much for our old boy.
This has now been going on for nearly a fortnight, it is a daily ritual, either Brian goes over there to return their dog, or the neighbour’s children knock on our front door to pick up the dog. Not once has the mother done us the courtesy of coming over, no she can’t get out of her own shadow, she sends the children to do her dirty work.
The mother does not even answer her front door every time Brian returns the dog so he has to bring it back again, and on the odd time she does answer the door she is all apologetic.
I don’t mind anyone having pets but keep them in your own yard. If it was up to me I would report her and the dog to the council but as she and her “friend” are so feral Brian does not want to start something we may regret. There are always unsavoury looking characters hanging around that house so I know where he is coming from but this has to stop.
It is our intention to put this house on the market once we return from our holiday in May, won’t the backyard look lovely with a fence line littered with bricks and rocks filling in the holes this damn dog has dug.
It is a sorry state of affairs when we cannot enjoy the peace and quiet of our own home. I cannot wait to get out of this house.
Brian and I can hardly wait for May to come when we are off on our next holiday, a 14 day cruise to Vanuatu, New Caledonia and Fiji. The only problem is that it is over almost as soon as it begins, but you get that. Two weeks of cocktails, amazing food, and exotic island destinations will certainly take the sting out of going back to work. Then we have two days in Sydney to wind down before coming home.
Not content with the anticipation of one holiday we decided late last year we would have another week off in November and go to the Melbourne Cup, as this is on my bucket list. The only problem was that we had to wait until now for the travel packages.
This morning we went to our travel agent to check out those packages, most of which were quite ordinary, except the only one that appealed to us at a meagre $893 each for one day. As neither of us could justify spending that much for one day the Melbourne Cup can now sink to the bottom of my bucket list and stay there.
Now we have the problem of a week of annual leave that we do not really want to spend at home so what to do. Brian suggested Malaysia but that does not appeal to me. I suggested Phuket but to stay where we wanted to would also cost us an arm and a leg, so now we are thinking about the west cost of New Zealand as we only cruised the east cost last time. Then again there is always the Cook Islands. Decisions, decisions!
In the end it all got too much for me so I had a little tantrum and we left armed with brochures and another appointment for two weeks time. Watch this space.