So, dear Dale, what is it that is just wrong? Today we had something very wrong too. WE moved the Vereeniging to its new mooring and we left Sindy on the Luxor as she hates the boats moving, but it took us a bit longer than we thought, and she got caught short needing a week, so she tried to escape through the Engine Room...and fell in the oily bilge water. I still haven't managed to get her clean, and everything she touches turns black too. What a disaster!
Ah, now what is this Dale? Young motherhood? (A story in the papers here recently - except she was only twelve and her boyfriend was 13 - you don't want to know). Or is it a cryptic countdown, or something else? Please tell us more.
I hope I'm finding you happier than you were when you wrote that fantastic but deeply dark poem down the page. Night terrors can be truly confronting, and you've captured the feeling really powerfully.
On a brighter note, I see from Vally's blog (see? I'm getting around again, slowly) that Beth has some exciting plans despite the trials of early adult life. Great to see!
I'll need to scroll back a bit more to see what you've been up to, but I did see your Manchester post just now, so I can tell you've not ben idle! Talk about a challenge. Did you love those Northern English accents?
Sorry you've got a house full of sickies. I hope Beth is OK. You may have heard that Victoria in Australia is the World Capital of Swine Flu. (Fame at last!) Poor Emma's just had a music tour to Tasmania cancelled because the Tassie schools don't want or germs. (Chickens. It's just a sniffle.) They've had to do a country Victoria tour instead. Still, she had Canada ....
On the upside - I look forward to making "rights" in the near future.
Oh Val, I'm so sorry to hear about poor Sindy! The rocking of the boat would have been a far better consequence than an oily bilge bath... Greenpeace might be able to help with some ideas on how to clean up Sindy's oil-slicked coat. ;)
Grace, just over a week and I will let you know. :)
And Margie! Welcome back to my humble blog! Cryptic countdown... Hmmmm, why yes. ;) Thanks for the compliment on my poem. The British schoolgirls were simply darling. Their accents had me going and I can still hear them, Beatleslike, calling "Dile, weah sceahed..."
As far as my sick household goes, Bobby now only suffers from whatever sickness he can think of each morning before going to school... Beth has been to the doctor twice now. They did swabs of her swollen throat and tonsils and drew blood. Mononeucleosis was the first possible diagnosis, but the blood-work came back negative for that and the swab was negative for the strep virus, as well. They don't know what it is. She is presently on a heavy dose of antibiotics and a mild painkiller so she can at least swallow to get fluids down. She was very dehydrated. Her fever has broken and she has perked up some, but she is still not well and spends most of her days resting.
LOL Margie! So the Tassie chickens don't want Aussie pigs?
Hmmmm, such as...?
ReplyDeleteCome see the little loo in the new guest suite!
So, dear Dale, what is it that is just wrong? Today we had something very wrong too. WE moved the Vereeniging to its new mooring and we left Sindy on the Luxor as she hates the boats moving, but it took us a bit longer than we thought, and she got caught short needing a week, so she tried to escape through the Engine Room...and fell in the oily bilge water. I still haven't managed to get her clean, and everything she touches turns black too. What a disaster!
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Ah, now what is this Dale? Young motherhood? (A story in the papers here recently - except she was only twelve and her boyfriend was 13 - you don't want to know). Or is it a cryptic countdown, or something else? Please tell us more.
ReplyDeleteI hope I'm finding you happier than you were when you wrote that fantastic but deeply dark poem down the page. Night terrors can be truly confronting, and you've captured the feeling really powerfully.
On a brighter note, I see from Vally's blog (see? I'm getting around again, slowly) that Beth has some exciting plans despite the trials of early adult life. Great to see!
I'll need to scroll back a bit more to see what you've been up to, but I did see your Manchester post just now, so I can tell you've not ben idle! Talk about a challenge. Did you love those Northern English accents?
Sorry you've got a house full of sickies. I hope Beth is OK. You may have heard that Victoria in Australia is the World Capital of Swine Flu. (Fame at last!) Poor Emma's just had a music tour to Tasmania cancelled because the Tassie schools don't want or germs. (Chickens. It's just a sniffle.) They've had to do a country Victoria tour instead. Still, she had Canada ....
Tahnks for checking up on me!
On the upside - I look forward to making "rights" in the near future.
ReplyDeleteOh Val, I'm so sorry to hear about poor Sindy! The rocking of the boat would have been a far better consequence than an oily bilge bath...
Greenpeace might be able to help with some ideas on how to clean up Sindy's oil-slicked coat. ;)
Grace, just over a week and I will let you know. :)
And Margie!
Welcome back to my humble blog!
Cryptic countdown... Hmmmm, why yes. ;)
Thanks for the compliment on my poem. The British schoolgirls were simply darling. Their accents had me going and I can still hear them, Beatleslike, calling "Dile, weah sceahed..."
As far as my sick household goes, Bobby now only suffers from whatever sickness he can think of each morning before going to school...
Beth has been to the doctor twice now. They did swabs of her swollen throat and tonsils and drew blood. Mononeucleosis was the first possible diagnosis, but the blood-work came back negative for that and the swab was negative for the strep virus, as well. They don't know what it is.
She is presently on a heavy dose of antibiotics and a mild painkiller so she can at least swallow to get fluids down. She was very dehydrated.
Her fever has broken and she has perked up some, but she is still not well and spends most of her days resting.
LOL Margie!
So the Tassie chickens don't want Aussie pigs?