***On the way to work this morning I saw two things in particular: a car driving past with the backseat filled with Happy Birthday balloons, and a funeral procession. It really made me stop and think how life is just flowing along and we are all just along for the ride. Right this second, there are babies being born and people dying, marriages ending and new ones being performed. It is spring here and fall in another country, an endless stream of humanity, lives being led that we know nothing about.
***Pavlova is a lot harder to make than you would think. There aren’t a lot of steps, but everything has to be juuuust right for it to work. Ours did not work. Sam took one look at it this morning and asked if I could just stop and buy cookies for the Orchestra picnic tonight.
*** My sister called to let me know that dad is doing well, might be sprung over the weekend- sooner if he keeps pissing off the nurses. He told one that he has grandsons (my two oldest boys) coming to stay in two weeks and they need to get him better so he can be ready. I guess the nurse told him that maybe he should go to the doctor when he first starts feeling ill and he wouldn’t be in hospital.
***I got the Juno Soundtrack for my birthday, which has THE best song in the world with the best lines in the world. But that isn’t the song I am talking about. The one I am talking about is called, um, So Nice So Smart, and there is this line about Roofies. Now, I am pretty worldly but not THAT worldly, and I didn’t know what “roofies” were. Eli told me to look it up in the Urban Dictionary, so I did-it’s that date rape drug called Rohypnol, in case anyone wants to know.
***Somewhere in this post is a clue to one of the questions I am going to make you answer when I have my giveaway. And I am aiming for the first of June. Now that I have been able to spend time on the new place at home, it isn’t as daunting as I thought it would be. Or is at least more manageable than first appearances would seem.
***Last night the neighbor bitch called across the lawn (and I hadn’t even unlocked the door yet), “Do you have a chain for your dog? She got out today and tried to kill my rabbits (which is I know a lie; we have a rabbit, too, and the two of them love each other).” So okay, I get that the dog got out ans shit in her yard; she got her collar off is how she got loose. It was her tone that killed me. I wanted to reply,” Do you have a chin for your kids? Because they broke Owen’s basketball hoop and pulled the seat off of his tricycle, plus shot BB’s through two of my windows.” I thought better of it because she could totally kick.my.ass.
***I support the rights for parents to make decisions for themselves and their children with regards to a lot of different things, but this pisses me off. Just from reading this one article, these parents seem like wackos. What 13 year old with a learning disability-who is also admittedly illiterate-is capable of making an informed decision to refuse Chemo or other treatments based on some religious tenets? I agree that the government has too many fingers in our personal parental pies (I love alliteration!), but sometimes I think it is a good thing.
Bah. I am sick of myself. Go check out Mrs.4444 for some far more entertaining Friday Fragments.