trouble is I'm a 'fixer', I just can't help myself. If somebody needs help I just barge right in.
But I think maybe I will not be so fast to offer my services in future.
The realtor has told next door the house could go for around $375,000 and thats with the white ant damage and the all the renovation that is needed. I fell in love with the most gorgeous queenslander that is for sale, beautiful views, cathredral ceilings, wrap around verandahs on a 2 acre block with fruit trees and bordered by a creek. Just under a million, oh well I can dream - so much for downsizing.
The garage sale next door was to have been next weekend and they said I could go and pick anything I wanted before the sale. There was a nice old white table I fancied to do up and a duck casserole dish (long story over the duck) but nothing else. They decided yesterday to have the garage sale that day, they came round this morning and said I could take my pick of what was left. I got a couple of Al's books on woodworking and a model motorbike for RYan and that was it. Everything I would have liked had gone or been given away. I felt awful picking through the dregs of a friends life. I have been thanked for all the help I have given their parents over the years which is all I really ever wanted from them.
But life goes on and now I can look forward to new neighbours pretty soon. I have to tell the son that the fence line is in the wrong place, Al didn't want to mow down a little slope on the fence line so he asked if he could put the fence at the top of the slope thus giving us an extra foot (and yes, I had to mow up the slope), he also moved the fence line at the bottom as well which means his neighbour over the back got an extra foot, if that is moved back then their new house has been built too close to the original fence line and could cause problems with town planning. Moral dilemma - do I keep schtum, the surveyors will probably pick it up. I know my neighbour on the other side said all the fence lines were out anyway.
Life is quiet without the dog, my dog is running around looking for her. I hope her new owners love her and treat her right. She knew something was going on, kept glaring at me.
We had one last long walk by the lake early friday morning and then I took her over to next door as I had to work over in Mareeba for a couple of hours, she was trying to get back to me as I left. When I got back later I thought she had gone. I opened the front door to go check the post and the car was just leaving, she was sat in the back seat looking out of the window, I quickly shut the door. I know I made the right decision.
Back on the craft front, I have crocheted an amigurumi snowman, he looks quite cute. I need to find a carrot button or charm for his nose. I tried to make a felt one but it didn't look right. A trip to Spotlight was planned for yesterday but plans changed and I really didn't fancy going down today. I did tell RYan Spotlight was a good place to pick up girls - lots of cute assistants willing to help a young good looking man who was looking for something for his mum but he didn't fall for it. Liam on the other hand who is now single again said it was a good idea. What do you think could happen to two country boys in the big city looking for a carrot for a snowmans nose.
JAN
Crochet, Embroidery, Family History, Decluttering, and the occasional rant and rave about Telco's, idiotic drivers, and the world in general. Peppered with life's everyday little hiccups, pleasantries and amusing anecdotes.
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Why am I so happy.......
The dog goes tomorrow to her new home. In the three weeks she has been with me I've managed to train her not to pee in the house, not to jump up on the furniture or to jump up at people. No thanks you's for that. I've fed her, I've walked her, I've loved her.
To be quite honest she's a sneaky little bully of a dog who has been spoiled rotten, treated like a human rather than an animal. I will miss the walks though, my little Poppy is going to have to get used to being dragged out from under the bed in the future for early morning walks down by the lake. I had told the owners family that I couldn't afford to get her vet-checked, chipped and de-sexed if I took her, so we went back to the original plan of a friend of the home-help taking her. The family offered to pay all the vets bills for her cos she couldn't afford it. The family have stripped the house bare, dumped half of it, given a whole heap away to their friends and then asked me if there was anything I wanted out of the crap that was left.
That was before the old man was dead and now the old lady is still alive in hospital, totally out of it though. They are not having a funeral, he's going to be cremated yesterday, today or tomorrow, who knows. They are all squabbling over who's getting what. I don't want a thing. I watched out for their parents because they couldn't be bothered to, they were quite happy to stand back and let me do it. My boys are upset because the old man was like a grandfather to them. So I think we'll have our own ceremony to farewell him at the weekend. I'm just so mad how his family have treated him and are now treating his things. Theres no respect. In a way its a blessing that their mother is not with it at all.
It has made me think that in future I will not be so helpful and nice. Not so eager to be the good neighbour. The house will probably be sold to someone who wants it as a holiday home. Pretty soon nearly all the houses where I live will be holidays rentals. In fact on my street I think there are only 3 people that can say they have lived there over 18 years and I am one of them. I think now it might be time for me to pull out and sell up. Move to a smaller place with less garden, closer to the hospitals and shops. The rates here are sky high and we have less amenitites than everywhere else. Its been yuppified, everything has been taken over by boutique motels and spas, its all geared up for the tourists.
I need to downsize, get rid of a few things, have less clutter around. Even though I have had major declutters in the past couple of years there still a lot left. I have half a rainforest under the house and a toolshed full of tools nobody uses.
I might check out the realtor websites and see what is available.
Jan
To be quite honest she's a sneaky little bully of a dog who has been spoiled rotten, treated like a human rather than an animal. I will miss the walks though, my little Poppy is going to have to get used to being dragged out from under the bed in the future for early morning walks down by the lake. I had told the owners family that I couldn't afford to get her vet-checked, chipped and de-sexed if I took her, so we went back to the original plan of a friend of the home-help taking her. The family offered to pay all the vets bills for her cos she couldn't afford it. The family have stripped the house bare, dumped half of it, given a whole heap away to their friends and then asked me if there was anything I wanted out of the crap that was left.
That was before the old man was dead and now the old lady is still alive in hospital, totally out of it though. They are not having a funeral, he's going to be cremated yesterday, today or tomorrow, who knows. They are all squabbling over who's getting what. I don't want a thing. I watched out for their parents because they couldn't be bothered to, they were quite happy to stand back and let me do it. My boys are upset because the old man was like a grandfather to them. So I think we'll have our own ceremony to farewell him at the weekend. I'm just so mad how his family have treated him and are now treating his things. Theres no respect. In a way its a blessing that their mother is not with it at all.
It has made me think that in future I will not be so helpful and nice. Not so eager to be the good neighbour. The house will probably be sold to someone who wants it as a holiday home. Pretty soon nearly all the houses where I live will be holidays rentals. In fact on my street I think there are only 3 people that can say they have lived there over 18 years and I am one of them. I think now it might be time for me to pull out and sell up. Move to a smaller place with less garden, closer to the hospitals and shops. The rates here are sky high and we have less amenitites than everywhere else. Its been yuppified, everything has been taken over by boutique motels and spas, its all geared up for the tourists.
I need to downsize, get rid of a few things, have less clutter around. Even though I have had major declutters in the past couple of years there still a lot left. I have half a rainforest under the house and a toolshed full of tools nobody uses.
I might check out the realtor websites and see what is available.
Jan
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
Getting my mojo back
I have made the decision to let the foster dog go, for once I am letting my head rule and not the heart. She's a beautiful dog but my little old girl is suffering, the foster dog is very demanding and is constantly pushing Poppy away from me. She's knows her master has gone, she is moping and sooo sad, especially as she can hear the family in his house next door. After a discussion with her owners family they realise they can't keep her either and she needs to go to a home where she has plenty of space and someone there all the time. She's laying at my feet now
and follows me everywhere. Its been good for me with all the walks she has been getting.
But I have to let her go before I get too attached.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Thank you Norma.....
After a long chat with my 'cuz' I decided to clear out my bag.
One brush.
New Rego sticker that should have been put on the car days ago.
Dozens of bank receipts.
Two Avon sample lippies(Covered in glitter).
One dead phone.
Sand (?).
Half a packet of sticky cough lollies (with sand attached).
I was wondering where the sand came from but then I found the sea-shell.
I've filed the things that needed to be filed, put all the medications and hair stuff in the cosmetic bag, thrown out all the old receipts, emptied out the sand and glitter, put the rego on the kitchen bench near the back door so it is the first thing I do in the morning. Thrown out the chewing gum and rubbish. Charged up my phone, the sample bottle will be filled in the morning (like you needed to know that LOL), I remembered where the skewer came from - a Lenards mexican chilli chicken sausage sample. I've stuck the appointment letters on the fridge - I need a bigger fridge, I'm running out of space and fridge magnets.
I've made a new list of things that I need to do, think, say, feel this week.
Tomorrow I am going to stay off the puter as long as I can unless it is for research, I am going to stick myself in the craft room and I am going to get these ideas that are running round my head out of there and on to paper. I am going to feel that passion again, I am going to be fired up and enthusiastic about my work and my life. I am going to stop self sabataging. I am going to go back to cooking proper meals. I am going to kick this self indulgent apathy and lethargy in the butt. Well, maybe the day after tomorrow I'll do it.
Jan
Three pieces of wrapped up chewed up chewing gum.
One urine sample bottle. ( Unused).
Four hair grips.Cough Lolly wrappers.
1 lace vintage hanky.
One heart spray.
One hand sanitiser.One asthma inhaler.
Two hair ties.One brush.
One bolt off the old lawn mower.
One barbeque skewer (used).
One list (not mine, don't know where it came from).
One list (mine) from christmas.
One breast screen notice.A collection of teeth from a comb.
Glitter (from a painting my grandaughter gave me).New Rego sticker that should have been put on the car days ago.
Dozen shopping receipts - kept because you get 4c off a litre of petrol, all out of date.
Old phone bill (paid).Dozens of bank receipts.
Two Avon sample lippies(Covered in glitter).
One dead phone.
Old and new appointment letters.
One cosmetic bag (empty).
One dead plant cutting. Sand (?).
Half a packet of sticky cough lollies (with sand attached).
I was wondering where the sand came from but then I found the sea-shell.
I've filed the things that needed to be filed, put all the medications and hair stuff in the cosmetic bag, thrown out all the old receipts, emptied out the sand and glitter, put the rego on the kitchen bench near the back door so it is the first thing I do in the morning. Thrown out the chewing gum and rubbish. Charged up my phone, the sample bottle will be filled in the morning (like you needed to know that LOL), I remembered where the skewer came from - a Lenards mexican chilli chicken sausage sample. I've stuck the appointment letters on the fridge - I need a bigger fridge, I'm running out of space and fridge magnets.
I've made a new list of things that I need to do, think, say, feel this week.
Tomorrow I am going to stay off the puter as long as I can unless it is for research, I am going to stick myself in the craft room and I am going to get these ideas that are running round my head out of there and on to paper. I am going to feel that passion again, I am going to be fired up and enthusiastic about my work and my life. I am going to stop self sabataging. I am going to go back to cooking proper meals. I am going to kick this self indulgent apathy and lethargy in the butt. Well, maybe the day after tomorrow I'll do it.
Jan
sad news
My dear sweet friend has passed on. Tears have been shed, hugs have been given, stories told, regrets made..........and that is all I am going to say on the matter. Life goes on.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
Another Day
Thanks Norma, I'll email you after I've posted here.
Despite my beliefs I still find it hard. I got so upset because Al and his wife have worked hard all their lives and at the end of it they should be able to have a peaceful retirement. Instead they have been dogged by bad health these past few years, living in a run down house. I can only do so much and I have to realise that I can't 'fix' everything and everyone. These were their choices, I've stepped back from my family issues, they are all grown men but if they ask for my advice and help I will give it. My choice right now is to look after me.
I slept really well last night, though looking at the twisted covers on the bed I might have been a bit restless. I got up early, took the dog for a run, came home cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, swept off the leaves from the verandah and am now sat having my coffee. A friend will be here soon for her shower and to charge her puter and phone up (still no power out at her place) and its still not 8.00 a.m.
I want to get back to my dolls, the originals, the ones that have just been in Handmade have longer legs and bigger feet, the new ones seem to have evolved into shorter chubbier dolls. I have doll body parts all over the place and I have orders for 5 more. So I am going to try and make a long legged set and a chubby set and then people can choose which they prefer. Then I want to get started on something else, the robot and dinasaur are in the process of evolving, I'm going to change the patterns slightly. Its funny but when I first started doing amigurumi the creatures were smaller and stranger, I made them up as I went along and I never made the same thing twice. Now I think the inner control freak has taken over and they are becoming more 'normal'. Its markets at the end of the month, so I might try and get a few of the weirder smaller cats and bears done and just a couple of the dolls and see which people prefer.
I'm going to go pop a couple of slices of bread in the toaster and hope that today is not its day for burning everything to a crisp. Typical, its starts to go wrong just when its out of warranty.
Jan
Despite my beliefs I still find it hard. I got so upset because Al and his wife have worked hard all their lives and at the end of it they should be able to have a peaceful retirement. Instead they have been dogged by bad health these past few years, living in a run down house. I can only do so much and I have to realise that I can't 'fix' everything and everyone. These were their choices, I've stepped back from my family issues, they are all grown men but if they ask for my advice and help I will give it. My choice right now is to look after me.
I slept really well last night, though looking at the twisted covers on the bed I might have been a bit restless. I got up early, took the dog for a run, came home cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, swept off the leaves from the verandah and am now sat having my coffee. A friend will be here soon for her shower and to charge her puter and phone up (still no power out at her place) and its still not 8.00 a.m.
I want to get back to my dolls, the originals, the ones that have just been in Handmade have longer legs and bigger feet, the new ones seem to have evolved into shorter chubbier dolls. I have doll body parts all over the place and I have orders for 5 more. So I am going to try and make a long legged set and a chubby set and then people can choose which they prefer. Then I want to get started on something else, the robot and dinasaur are in the process of evolving, I'm going to change the patterns slightly. Its funny but when I first started doing amigurumi the creatures were smaller and stranger, I made them up as I went along and I never made the same thing twice. Now I think the inner control freak has taken over and they are becoming more 'normal'. Its markets at the end of the month, so I might try and get a few of the weirder smaller cats and bears done and just a couple of the dolls and see which people prefer.
I'm going to go pop a couple of slices of bread in the toaster and hope that today is not its day for burning everything to a crisp. Typical, its starts to go wrong just when its out of warranty.
Jan
Monday, February 7, 2011
Taking a breather
January was a full on month, February started out that way as well. A neighbour and his wife, a lovely old couple who are like parents to me are both in hospital. I have been looking after their dog and house. I do it because, well I just do it, for no reason other than following the golden rule. Today my beautiful friend took a turn for the worse, I recognised the signs of a tired body shutting down, a soul ready for its next journey, I held his hand and calmed him down while the nurses took tests and prodded and probed. A very young doctor totally unused to the situation told me his heart was failing. This wonderful man who cared for his wife who has dementia, this wonderful who loves his family so much he didn't tell (or let me tell) them that he was in hospital, he didn't want to worry them. His daughter came up to see him yesterday and I told her I would keep her informed, today I had to phone up and tell her that she should get back as soon as possible and to get in touch with her brother.
I have been running back and forth to the hospital, looking after his things, preparing both our houses for cyclones and now I am tired, oh so tired. I'm afraid after I left the hospital I cracked, I found I had left the daughters phone number at home so I was going to rush home and get it, only to find I had left my car lights on so I had a flat battery, looking for my phone I realised I had left it by the computer. The public phone chewed up all my money and I was unable to phone my son. I asked a young man if he could jump start my car but he didn't have jump leads. Last week I threw the old jump leads in the back of the car thinking one day I might need them. So he started me up and I took off home, after I had made the calls, I phoned a friend and she asked if I was all right and I just fell to pieces. Then my son phoned and that was it. I certainly feel a lot better for getting rid of it all and feel I cope now. My friend drove me back to the hospital because I didn't want Albert to be on his own. I held his hand for a while and talked utter rubbish as you do. He seemed to be sleeping so while the nurses did some more tests my son and I went for a coffee. When we got back the daughter was there so I felt my job was done, I could take a step back. His grandson is on his way up and the son is trying to get a flight down from Weipa.
Peg the wife is so ill on another ward, her body is being assaulted by infection after infection, she kept apologsing for not recognising me or knowing who I was. My only hope is that when Al goes Peg will be close behind him, horrible I know for the family but they have just celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary and they have been inseparable. He sings romantic songs to her and tells her she still looks sexy to him. They argue over silly things and then kiss and make up. She was 16 and he was 19 when they married in LOndon. They came to australia for a new life, both chefs working at top hotels, till they had their own restaurant. He was also a french polisher and I have a beautiful coffee table he made me one christmas. One christmas he made me a sentry box about 19 iches high painted blue, when I opened it it had a very cheeky looking garden gnome in it and 'Al' has guarded the front door for many years. Funny thing, it was the one thing I forgot to take in from outside when the cyclone hit. It hadn't even moved slightly despite a bush next to it being damaged.
Enough waffling, this isn't really for anyone else to read though if you do I would appreciate you say a little prayer for my friends and their family. This is my way of releasing grief, releasing some feelings I thought I had got rid of, releasing some memories of a time before when the grief belonged to me and mine.
I have been running back and forth to the hospital, looking after his things, preparing both our houses for cyclones and now I am tired, oh so tired. I'm afraid after I left the hospital I cracked, I found I had left the daughters phone number at home so I was going to rush home and get it, only to find I had left my car lights on so I had a flat battery, looking for my phone I realised I had left it by the computer. The public phone chewed up all my money and I was unable to phone my son. I asked a young man if he could jump start my car but he didn't have jump leads. Last week I threw the old jump leads in the back of the car thinking one day I might need them. So he started me up and I took off home, after I had made the calls, I phoned a friend and she asked if I was all right and I just fell to pieces. Then my son phoned and that was it. I certainly feel a lot better for getting rid of it all and feel I cope now. My friend drove me back to the hospital because I didn't want Albert to be on his own. I held his hand for a while and talked utter rubbish as you do. He seemed to be sleeping so while the nurses did some more tests my son and I went for a coffee. When we got back the daughter was there so I felt my job was done, I could take a step back. His grandson is on his way up and the son is trying to get a flight down from Weipa.
Peg the wife is so ill on another ward, her body is being assaulted by infection after infection, she kept apologsing for not recognising me or knowing who I was. My only hope is that when Al goes Peg will be close behind him, horrible I know for the family but they have just celebrated their 60th wedding anniversary and they have been inseparable. He sings romantic songs to her and tells her she still looks sexy to him. They argue over silly things and then kiss and make up. She was 16 and he was 19 when they married in LOndon. They came to australia for a new life, both chefs working at top hotels, till they had their own restaurant. He was also a french polisher and I have a beautiful coffee table he made me one christmas. One christmas he made me a sentry box about 19 iches high painted blue, when I opened it it had a very cheeky looking garden gnome in it and 'Al' has guarded the front door for many years. Funny thing, it was the one thing I forgot to take in from outside when the cyclone hit. It hadn't even moved slightly despite a bush next to it being damaged.
Enough waffling, this isn't really for anyone else to read though if you do I would appreciate you say a little prayer for my friends and their family. This is my way of releasing grief, releasing some feelings I thought I had got rid of, releasing some memories of a time before when the grief belonged to me and mine.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
update
Our area up in the mountains came through okay, not so on the coast - Innisfail, Tully, Cardwell and Ingham, all the small communities surrounding them as well. Hundreds of houses smashed to pieces. One death due to fumes from a generator being used in the house. The resort at Dunk Island totally destroyed. The devastation is immense. The area Yasi covered was unbelievable. Its affects are still being felt by weather systems all over the country. Victoria now has floods.
It was scary, but I have been through scarier. My gut feeling told me I would be safe. We were prepared to use the bathroom as our saferoom but I fell asleep around 3 a.m. in my chair, woke at 5 and it was still blowing. Not much damage, the roof and windows held, a couple of trees down that fell away from the house. A lot of areas are still without power, a friend comes over for showers and to charge her phone and computer batteries. The roads are flooded on the coast thanks to the tidal surge (thats what caused a lot of the damage) so food supplies can't get up here, shelves are bare in the shops. Even though we have Malanda Milk in the next town milk was in short supply as they had no power to process it.
We've had thunder storms every afternoon, but we've not had the rain that was predicted with it. Its just started now, I have to get into town to visit my neighbour, I forgot to take him his razor yesterday - though the nurses do a good job of shaving him he's rather do it himself. I'll quickly rush into IGA after and see if there is any bread and milk. All my bread has gone mouldy.
I've been trying to get the garden tidied up, put back the pots and baskets that I had put in the shed. Some windows still have tape on them..........something tells me not to bother though that perhaps another cyclone or bad storm is coming over the next few weeks. Its a strange feeling, I don't like it, its like waiting for something big to happen. I've been ignoring my intuition recently when I should have been listening to it. But at least we will be prepared if anything else does happen.
Jan
It was scary, but I have been through scarier. My gut feeling told me I would be safe. We were prepared to use the bathroom as our saferoom but I fell asleep around 3 a.m. in my chair, woke at 5 and it was still blowing. Not much damage, the roof and windows held, a couple of trees down that fell away from the house. A lot of areas are still without power, a friend comes over for showers and to charge her phone and computer batteries. The roads are flooded on the coast thanks to the tidal surge (thats what caused a lot of the damage) so food supplies can't get up here, shelves are bare in the shops. Even though we have Malanda Milk in the next town milk was in short supply as they had no power to process it.
We've had thunder storms every afternoon, but we've not had the rain that was predicted with it. Its just started now, I have to get into town to visit my neighbour, I forgot to take him his razor yesterday - though the nurses do a good job of shaving him he's rather do it himself. I'll quickly rush into IGA after and see if there is any bread and milk. All my bread has gone mouldy.
I've been trying to get the garden tidied up, put back the pots and baskets that I had put in the shed. Some windows still have tape on them..........something tells me not to bother though that perhaps another cyclone or bad storm is coming over the next few weeks. Its a strange feeling, I don't like it, its like waiting for something big to happen. I've been ignoring my intuition recently when I should have been listening to it. But at least we will be prepared if anything else does happen.
Jan
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
the trouble with Cyclones......
As the world will now know the north of queensland is waiting for a horrendous cyclone to hit land. Its known as Yasi and will be the worst one ever to hit. Here on the Tablelands we won't get it as bad as the coastal areas but it will still be bad. The last two days have been spend preparing - chopping trees, taping windows, making sure everything that can be tied down is and moving things that could become missiles. They estimate that the winds will be nearly 300 klms an hour. Pretty scary. I have not only had my own house to sort out but neighbours as well on both sides, one couple is in hospital and another lives away. I was working on my own for the most of it with the boys coming in to do the heavy stuff.
But as the title says the trouble with cyclones - well the trouble with cyclones is once the prep is done all you have to do is sit and wait, listening for that train roar of wind bearing down, the sounds of splintering wood and crashing and cracking all around. Tjey are keeping us all updated on the tele about the different areas and how they will be affected but when you see what is happening and then realise that you will have to go through that shortly is terrifying. I have my youngest son here with me now, he managed to get up the range before they closed it off. I also have my dog and the neighbours dog. So we are going to hunker down in the bathroom as its windows are the smallest. The news has just said that it will go down to a category 3 once it reaches us but a 5 when it hits the coast.
My sis in law was mandatory evacuated yesterday to higher ground and most of cairns are hiding out in shopping malls and sports centres. The hospitals in cairns have air lifted out patients to Brisbane.
So now we wait and hope that by daylight tomorrow we will be picking up the pieces and remaking all our lives. I hope that my roof holds, I am expecting the shed roof to go and a few trees and perhaps the verandah roof.
These adverse weather conditions are becoming more and more usual. I think how we think will be changed, our values and what matters to us the most will be most important.
Well enough waffling the winds are getting stronger and the power is flickering. Think of me and mine and all of the far north of q'land, keep everything crossed for us and put us in your prayers.
Jan
But as the title says the trouble with cyclones - well the trouble with cyclones is once the prep is done all you have to do is sit and wait, listening for that train roar of wind bearing down, the sounds of splintering wood and crashing and cracking all around. Tjey are keeping us all updated on the tele about the different areas and how they will be affected but when you see what is happening and then realise that you will have to go through that shortly is terrifying. I have my youngest son here with me now, he managed to get up the range before they closed it off. I also have my dog and the neighbours dog. So we are going to hunker down in the bathroom as its windows are the smallest. The news has just said that it will go down to a category 3 once it reaches us but a 5 when it hits the coast.
My sis in law was mandatory evacuated yesterday to higher ground and most of cairns are hiding out in shopping malls and sports centres. The hospitals in cairns have air lifted out patients to Brisbane.
So now we wait and hope that by daylight tomorrow we will be picking up the pieces and remaking all our lives. I hope that my roof holds, I am expecting the shed roof to go and a few trees and perhaps the verandah roof.
These adverse weather conditions are becoming more and more usual. I think how we think will be changed, our values and what matters to us the most will be most important.
Well enough waffling the winds are getting stronger and the power is flickering. Think of me and mine and all of the far north of q'land, keep everything crossed for us and put us in your prayers.
Jan
Friday, January 28, 2011
Things that are sent to try us.....
Everytime I seem to get anywhere in my life, when life has finaly settled down to an even pace, there is alway something that comes along to send everything flying.
Two major family upheavals this month, bombshells dropped. Okay I can cope with that, I have to stand back and let family members deal with their own problems....I cannot fix everything and I have to do this for their sakes and mine. Work.....don't get anything for weeks and then its full on, this includes my dolls. They are selling like hotcakes.
Neighbours.......both taken into hospital, now this is where I can't stand back, their family is not close and they need someone to look after the house and their dog. So I'm rushing back and forth between the hospital, their house and my house. I can't have their dog at my house because my little horror wants to fight her all the time despite them always playing together when the neighbours dog was a puppy.
The upside is that I've lost a kilo with all the running around. My goal for this quarter was to lose 15 kg in 12 weeks. I need to lose more but I'm doing it slowly. I've upped my exercise regime, I did include rope skipping but that was just to painful, too many jiggly bits. I'm walking more - including walking up and down with a push mower through long grass and despite really really not wanting to I am going to start doing Yoga.
Excitement last week when a friend and I went to the big city for some r.t. We decided to go up to Port. The rain poured down on the coast road and it continued to pour. Going back the inland way we hit flooding. Being brave we decided to chance it over a flooded creek and very nearly go washed away, it didn't look like the bridge was over by much but halfway over it got very scary, we were following a ute towing a trailer full of kayaks (how ironic) and he started to get into a bit of trouble. The road dipped down and the water got deeper and we really didn't think we were going to make it, but the angels must have been getting their feet wet pushing us through that water. I think if we both had have got out of the car when we got to dry land we would have collapsed with our legs turning to jelly.
We hit a few more creek bridges that were over but only just as we could still see the road under the water, still scary though. All the time we were thinking of the floods down south and how a few people had lost their lives through trying to get across flooded bridges.
We will never ever in a million years do that again.
Better get off and go to the hospital, hopefully the doc can tell us more.
Jan
PS: Just got back from the hospital, my neighbour had tried to sit up in bed to go for a pee and fell over hitting his head on the metal cabinet by the bed. He's got more tests today, he has fibromyalgia and bad atheritus, diabetes and a bad heart so he really doesn't want anything else. He's very weak and confused. His wife has dementia and they think she has had another stroke. I actually got some sense out of her this morning which is more than the poor nurses or Al did.
I'm going to attempt finishing off my lawns today and make a start on my neighbours lawns.
Hopefully all these extra kilo's will start falling off me.
What doesn't break us will only make us stronger - gotta keep telling myself that
Two major family upheavals this month, bombshells dropped. Okay I can cope with that, I have to stand back and let family members deal with their own problems....I cannot fix everything and I have to do this for their sakes and mine. Work.....don't get anything for weeks and then its full on, this includes my dolls. They are selling like hotcakes.
Neighbours.......both taken into hospital, now this is where I can't stand back, their family is not close and they need someone to look after the house and their dog. So I'm rushing back and forth between the hospital, their house and my house. I can't have their dog at my house because my little horror wants to fight her all the time despite them always playing together when the neighbours dog was a puppy.
The upside is that I've lost a kilo with all the running around. My goal for this quarter was to lose 15 kg in 12 weeks. I need to lose more but I'm doing it slowly. I've upped my exercise regime, I did include rope skipping but that was just to painful, too many jiggly bits. I'm walking more - including walking up and down with a push mower through long grass and despite really really not wanting to I am going to start doing Yoga.
Excitement last week when a friend and I went to the big city for some r.t. We decided to go up to Port. The rain poured down on the coast road and it continued to pour. Going back the inland way we hit flooding. Being brave we decided to chance it over a flooded creek and very nearly go washed away, it didn't look like the bridge was over by much but halfway over it got very scary, we were following a ute towing a trailer full of kayaks (how ironic) and he started to get into a bit of trouble. The road dipped down and the water got deeper and we really didn't think we were going to make it, but the angels must have been getting their feet wet pushing us through that water. I think if we both had have got out of the car when we got to dry land we would have collapsed with our legs turning to jelly.
We hit a few more creek bridges that were over but only just as we could still see the road under the water, still scary though. All the time we were thinking of the floods down south and how a few people had lost their lives through trying to get across flooded bridges.
We will never ever in a million years do that again.
Better get off and go to the hospital, hopefully the doc can tell us more.
Jan
PS: Just got back from the hospital, my neighbour had tried to sit up in bed to go for a pee and fell over hitting his head on the metal cabinet by the bed. He's got more tests today, he has fibromyalgia and bad atheritus, diabetes and a bad heart so he really doesn't want anything else. He's very weak and confused. His wife has dementia and they think she has had another stroke. I actually got some sense out of her this morning which is more than the poor nurses or Al did.
I'm going to attempt finishing off my lawns today and make a start on my neighbours lawns.
Hopefully all these extra kilo's will start falling off me.
What doesn't break us will only make us stronger - gotta keep telling myself that
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