Words to Live By

A rake of a man, Charles Bukowski, but he lived his life on his own terms.

And has my deepest respect for his courage in that. 

My dad is in the hospital again, his red blood count is too low and he's getting pain meds.
Hang in there you old fart.

My morning will also be spent at the doctor's office.
Son#3 has been sick since Friday and looks knackered and awful.
But first, breakfast and good wishes sent to my parents through the universe.

The less we need, the better we'll feel.

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Inuit Song

I came across this Inuit song a number of years ago in an anthropology museum in Antwerp.
Wrote it down and carried it around in my purse for many years.

It has stayed with me ever since.

Beautiful.


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Floored

My dad is home from the hospital - until Monday, when they'll test his calcium levels again.
It's hard to sleep in hospitals - I remember when I had my boys, and how all I wanted was to be back in my own chaos.
Stop hogging that calcium, Daddy-O.

Meanwhile, back in the Nether Lands, the husband and I took Son#2 and #3 to Breda yesterday morning.
Grey skies and grey buildings.
I want sun and blooming plants and hope.

 
I bought canvases on sale, we had expensive coffee and cakes, and then the husband bought books and a DVD.
Home we went.
Son#3 started developing a fever (almost 41 degrees!!!) which only broke at 2h30 this morning.
Poor bunny.

I'm thinking compassionate thoughts this morning.
Hoping I can keep it up.

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The Source

The origin of Foot-and-Mouth disease uncovered.

 

You are not alone in asking Why.

Kids really are disgusting sometimes!

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C'est Le Weekend: Fine Fine

My dad is still in hospital, two blood transfusions and pain meds later, it looks like he's feeling better.
Go Daddy Dearest!!

Meanwhile I got a whopping €97 parking fine for my bumper hanging over the pedestrian crossing in Breda.
Old, hardened criminal that I am.
It seems the cops foiled my evil and sinister plan to block unsuspecting pedestrians from crossing the road - this time.
But I'll succeed in the end [insert evil laugh].

Sigh.
(I won't start ranting about the uselessness of this fine - it's like hugging a cactus - futile and daft)

But it did set off a cascade of tears that had me scaring parents at the boys' school.
I just raised my red nose and swollen eyes and let them wonder what the hell was wrong with me.
Bit of curiosity never killed anyone, right?
I continued my wailing at home, phoned the husband who couldn't understand me from all my crying. He then rushed home, poured me wine and listened to my senseless moaning.
May all the gods bless him.
All of them.
Thoroughly.

It didn't stop the crying though, and I continued on and off until 3h30 this morning.

Now it is the weekend and Son#1 is going to the in-laws until Sunday.
I need to study and be calm and loving.

 
And I'm lighting a big, fat, old candle for my dad.
And for my mom, because she deserves one too.

I wish you a happy, contented, healthy and loving weekend.

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Daddy-O

My dad is in hospital again.

His calcium levels are far too high, and he sounded tired when I spoke to him last night.

 

Here is a huffy Son#3, strutting the playground in South Africa, to cheer you up, Daddy dearest.

We adore you!
Lest you forget.

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Evidence

There it is.

His head actually spins.

But he can be sweet too, if you just love him a helluvalot.
Same for all of us, I suppose.

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Sleeping beauty

In Africa.

Where he slept like the babe that he is.

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Tadaaaaaaaaaa!

 

My artistic effort.

50x50

Acrylic on Canvas 

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Easter Egg Hunt

The husband drew the long straw by hanging around in his bathrobe until it was too late for him to join us.

Mmmmm.

I've been duped, methinks.

The 3 boys and I went to the local football club to join the annual Easter Egg Hunt.

It was cold but sunny, and afterwards we drank coffee and juice at the clubhouse where I proceeded to stuff lollies into Son#3 at every indication of starting to cry.

Now the boys are playing football outside and I'm about to take a nap with Son#3.

I deserve it!

 

 

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