I am finding it increasingly difficult to think of things to write about so I thought I would have some fun with it. This is the first in a series of posts that I intend to write to spread a little peace and joy, and have a little fun at the same time.
The theme of my post is in the title, and I am going to add a number of translations. Please forgive me should I make a mistake along the way, there is no disrespect intended.
Love and peace to all. Liebe und Frieden für alle. Amor y paz a todos. Dashuri dhe paqe për të gjithë. Liefde en vrede voor alle. Любовь и мир всем. Љубов и мир за сите.
Love iyo nabad oo dhan. Liefde en vrede vir almal. Uthando nokuthula kubo bonke. Lerato le khotso ho bohle.
бүх хайр, амар амгалан. ຄວາມຮັກແລະສັນຕິພາບທັງຫມົດ. Cinta dan perdamaian untuk semua. すべてに愛と平和. प्यार और सभी के लिए शांति.
Renmen ak kè poze nan tout. Love, a me ka maluhia i na mea a pau.
Have you ever thought about who you would ask to dinner if you could ask anyone, living or dead? I have given this much thought and I can bring it down to four I think.
The first of my dinner guests would be David Attenborough, what a truly amazing life he has lead. Imagine the stories he would have to tell about the places he has been, the amazing wildlife he has been privileged to film, the risks he must have taken. This man is a font of knowledge and I will never cease to enjoy his documentaries.
Second on my list would be His Holiness The Dalai Lama. The knowledge he could impart, his insights into all the famous people he has met, the history of those Dalai Lama who came before him, his previous incarnations if you like, and the experiences he has had. The story of his trek from Tibet when it was invaded by Communist China. A truly fascinating yet humble man, the very essence of human kindness.
Queen Elizabeth The Queen Mother is third on my list, the last Empress of India, mother of our current Queen. The Queen Mother was born right at the end of the Victorian era, her life spanned the 20th century, she would have met almost all of the reigning monarchs of the world, and a good deal of those who had been deposed, not to mention presidents and other famous heads of state. A truly fascinating and privileged life.
I am a bit torn about who would round out the four, my first thought was the late actress Elizabeth Taylor, just think of the dirt she could dish out on Hollywood, on those truly great movie stars of the Golden Age of Hollywood. Then there is Pope Francis, another truly enlightened man, or Princess Diana just because she was Princess Diana.
In my heart of hearts I know who number four would be, my late Uncle Max, just because I miss him.
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.
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.