Wednesday - speeding ticket. School Zone. School hours. I tried to navigate my pulled over car close enough to the police vehicle that the officer couldn't get between the cars to see our missing turn signal - and prayed he'd somehow be blinded by sun in his eyes and miss the big wound in the windshield - oh, and the hole in the passenger door. "We don't give out tickets like this," as he mimes handing me a ticket. "If you get an infraction notice in the mail next week, it will be from this event."
I stifled that question.
Thursday - missed lunch to get my body scanned - up down and sideways - I stopped at the mall to buy emergency bananas and a couple of salads at the food court. Then, I left my salads at the counter. Only cost me $8.50. Oh, and still no lunch and now no dinner.
Friday - Slow day and so I clocked out from work about 10 minutes early.
Saturday - tried (unsuccessfully) to use a Coles coupon at a Woolworth's gas station. 4 cents/ liter - 30 - some liters.
Sunday - didn't leave the house!
Tuesday, April 26, 2016
|From April 2016|
Zupe brought this delicacy home in his lunch box. The day care kids have been playing "Sweet Shop" and selling cup cakes and milk shakes to each other. (This is the follow up to veterinary clinic. When will our clinic start pushing desserts?) He has a great teacher. She organized a bake-off.
What do you think? A muffin? I have no real idea what has been dropped into that batter and baked. I'm pretty sure the other kids scoffed their specimen rather than bringing it home to dear old mom. But, dear Zupie does not eat dry foods - no cakes, no bread, no alien muffins. So, it came home in his lunch box rolling in the damp gooey box between the emptied bowls of fruits and vegetables and pastas.
I did wait until he was out of the house before I threw it away.
|From April 2016|
Kevin left for his month of single nerdhood in America on Easter morning. Kevin took the big suitcases, yes, the super-cool big suitcases, and got out of the car at the airport where everyone has super-cool bags and luggage carts and didn't take Zupe. This was not going to make our little boy happy. Not one bit.
So, good mother, Ann, decided she would plan fun things for Zupe. First, we went to the secret road behind the airport - it probably isn't a secret, but it was a surprise to me - where you can park and watch planes take off and land. It didn't take long before I realized that jet planes were more interesting to Mommy than Zupe. He really only wants to watch bags being weighed, pulled and loaded onto luggage carts and conveyor belts. So, plan B.
Plan B - The Boondall Wetlands. A nice cool morning. A boardwalk. Trees. And, millions upon millions of biting insects. Maybe I should have more fully considered why there were no other cars in the lot. But, it WAS Easter morning. And, I had tropical strength insect repellent.
At least my give up time was not excessive. I didn't have to watch the swarming mosquitoes, and worse, biting midges, too long before I turned the stroller around and said, "Let's go to McDonald's and buy pancakes!"
Those damn midges (aka, sand flies). I woke up in the middle of the night tearing the skin from my legs and continued to scratch and rub and rub and scratch for almost a week.
|From April 2016|
Not the most attractive self portrait- but not as bad as my ugly toe shot. Still, the point here. I double applied the tropical strength repellent to behind my knees. What would this have looked like without it??
Oh, and a bit of good news. Mr. Zupe, for reasons I cannot explain, is not allergic to insect bites! No itching on the raised red welts all over his arms and legs. At least I am the only one to pay for my folly.
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
|From February 2016|
We made it only about 6 minutes late - which isn't bad considering we then waited for 40 minutes for our appointment. It was mostly an appointment to make an appointment - don't you love those?
This morning my brother-in-law posted on Facebook that he was now engaged to his girlfriend. (Brother-in-laws can do that when your sister is deceased.) In my mind, at the time I thought, oh, Valentine's Day.
Later, this morning, sometime after mopping the kitchen floor and searching for the best of Robert Palmer, I thought, "CRAP! It is Renee's birthday! Why didn't FB remind me?" Then, "I didn't say anything to my mom this morning." Then, "Sam, you F****- announcing your upcoming marriage on Renee's birthday" - or one day off if you are in the US instead of Australia.
I went to FB and then to Renee's page and it does list her birthday on her page so it isn't that FB doesn't know it is her birthday.
Then, I note that the date today is the 16th.
Her birthday is the 23rd.
That might explain it.
I went back to my FB home page where I once again forgot the date and thought, "Oh, crap! I still forgot to wish Renee a happy birthday." Went back to her page and saw the date (again).
Then, I remembered. Our appointment with the podiatrist was for the 22nd.
I had to call "My Foot Doctor" and cancel......apologize and thank them for seeing us a week in advance.
Unfortunately, my two days living in next week did not reveal any winning lottery ticket numbers. All it did was free my Monday afternoon...next week.
|From February 2016|
Stephen King has done it, pushed me to my limit!, in the last story of his short story collection The Bazaar of Bad Dreams. "Summer Thunder". A post-apocalyptic story about a man who has lost his family - they were unfortunately in Boston when the Eastern Seaboard was obliterated by nukes, his elderly neighbor, and a stray dog, Gandolf. This is all the life that is left in the corner of Maine in which the story is set. Everyone else has fled to Canada where it is rumored the radiation is less or has taken their own life. For reasons I'm not too clear on, maybe because they can't eat canned food and bottled water, all the wildlife save a loon or maybe two, is decaying in the forests. Radiation sickness is a powerfully bad thing - prolonged and painful. His friend has lost his intestine and 7 teeth but is now prepared with a gun with a bullet. And, he gives our protagonist a syringe of Demerol to use for Gandolf who can't get up to travel anymore. (Yesterday his hair started coming out and he developed lameness, weakness and pain. This morning he was having projectile bloody diarrhea.)
Just shove it deep into his neck. Hold onto the collar in case he flinches. Maybe he'll be gone when I get home. He was in pretty bad shape when I left...**** replies.
But, he's not. He lifts his head. He thumps his tail on the ground twice.
And..... I turn off the CD. I cannot go on.
My life is the limit of my horror.
|From First love|
"A little bit of grace. That is what a good dog is." Stephen King
Wednesday, February 10, 2016
|From November & December|