C'est Le Weekend: Backs against the squalls

Another weekend dawns.
I'll have to work.
As in really have to work.

Am seriously considering breaking one of my limbs in order to get out of work this coming week.
It's just too much.

Son#3 has been crying all morning and I feel like joining him.
Wish we could fly off to South Africa today and be with my parents.

Chin up, Yo.
Chin up. 

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Thunderous

I swore that tonight was the night that I would be telling my colleague-whose-son-I've-been-tutoring-for-free that I intend to QUIT, and now she's thwarted my plans by asking if he could come during the day - at work!!! - instead.

Sigh.

It's hard being a softie and a sucker, I'll tell you.

I have so much work that I need to get done that I might just as well burst into tears. 
Because that's what I want to do.
I don't like this adult life.
This you-need-to-work-in-order-to-eat life. 
This you-need-to-clear-the-dishwasher-or-nobody-else-will-do-it crap.
I don't like it one bit.

And I have to be honest (because on a semi-anonymous blog you can be honest, I think), that I want to be taken care of right now.
Coddled.
Pacified.
I shouldn't be in charge of anything in my present state of mind. 
Not a single decision, no child, and not myself.
Not even a what-the-hell-should-we-eat-tonight decision should be left in my care.

Sigh.

Sigh sigh sigh.


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Muhammad!

My new hero.

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I love changing seasons

 

Be-a-u-tiful!

Happy anniversary old farts!

My parents have stuck it out together for 41 years!

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Monday blows in

It will be a busy week.
I have work and extra lessons and saying farewell to one of the teachers at Son#3's daycare.
Will only be home by 9 p.m. I think.
My dad is getting test results.
Sigh.

This past weekend I discovered Skype thanks to my dad's insistence and the husband's capabilities in all things technical.
It's a free miracle.
All we need now is a webcam so the old farts in South Africa can see them grandkids.
Even Son#3 loves it.  
Excuse the blurry image, but he moves too fast.
My techno-boffin.

This has so far been The Year of Technology.
Tablets.
A new smartphone (still can't figure out what makes it smart, but O.k.)
Ereaders.
Skype.

Towards Progress!
In all things!


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C'est Le Weekend: Happier now

It' been a harrowing week that has left our little family shell-shocked and bruised.
My dad is back home from the hospital!
Yay! 

The autumn storms seem to have come quite late this year, and the wind is howling outside as I write.
Don't think the kiddies will be outside much today.
Damn.

Meanwhile I'm having to give all my savings to the Tax Man again, and I mean, all my savings.
Leaves little room for any free financial movement or luxury this close to the Festive Season.
Oh well.
Spent last night making an inventory of all the food we have in the house and I can safely say that we have most things to feed us all the way into the new year.
Gotta love hoarding of food.
All I'll need is bread, milk, and fresh fruit and veg.
Won't be all that bad (I think).

Today we're off to see the in-laws, and I still have an entire course to put together, compile a manual and powerpoints, and all before tomorrow morning!!!
Hysteria!!!
Hysterical laughter!!!!!!!


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Truth be told

Cancer is the looking glass that reveals

exactly who and what is really important in your life.

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Put your boxing gloves on, Daddy-O!

Life is a gamble.

You can get hurt, but people die in plane crashes, lose their arms and legs in car accidents; people die every day.

Same with fighters:  some die, some get hurt, some go on.

You just don't let yourself believe it will happen to you.

 

 

 

- Muhammad Ali

 

 

 

 

Reverence for Life

And being humble in the face of it.

Hang in there, you old fart

My wonderful dad is in hospital.

I worry from afar.

And wish that I was there.