Back again from the dead

This blogging thing. I should just let it die. Life goes buy in a blur. I have some good news. We are well. Bad news...not so much with the dogs

. Paris has cancer. He is responding well to treatment most of the times. The chemo last but one made me very upset as he was so sick. Ive had Paris nearly ten years. She still looks great...half his age...but inside the picture is not so good. Here is what I got instead of a wedding ring.

 

Today is Dad's birthday. He is off to the Isle of White...have a nice time. 

 

Comments by David on the picture:

This is the back side of the old horse barn at my friend Ed's farm. It hasn't been used for horses for many, many years. But when Ed was a kid, they had about 17 horses to plow the fields. What really grabbed me was the gaping, tomb-like mouth created by the open door.

To Live in France

Im back...have been for a while...just adding this little comment incase they disqualify me from my blog via neglect...have no time to talk as preparing to take 4 ten year old into the Vally of Death....driving to Glenwood Springs for a swim lark in the teeth of an aproaching storm. Still my trusty stead, my knight in blue amour will see3 us through....yipee for Mercedes

Pauls Letter December 23rd

Well, I’m still here.

Though I’m glad I went to get my paper ticket early just to see what I’m going to be in store for. It is absolutely chaos (organized chaos but chaos all the same). The security line goes outside the security area and loops around the entire baggage claim areas of both sides. The “A” security line comes all the way out into the main hall area across the bridge and loops around the ticketing and check-in area. I met people in the ticket queue who had tickets for a flight and had been there all day and still missed their flight and were back to get more tickets.

So there were already 40 people in the standby queue for tonight’s BA flight and there is no scheduled flight tomorrow. There is no chance of getting out before Christmas day on any other airline. I think I’m prepared and I’m just going to spend the entire day at the airport on Christmas day with a good (and long) book. I have to check-in at a special check-in desk with UA (Which I noticed today that there was only 1 out of probably 50 desks) and then join the security queue. There were only 5 people in front of me when I got to the BA desk and it still took ¾ of an hour to get my transfer ticket. I was very prepared for a long stay and had taken food and water with me.

Tonight the Bamfords have invited me along to go caroling with them at the Parrs so that should be fun (well at least I don’t have to spend the evening on my own as Lorraine pointed out). Apparently the Jones’s, the Pammants , the Buttons and  the Poultneys will be there too.

I can’t express how disappointed I am to not be there with you both now. Save some goose and Christmas cake for me (I’ve never had goose). We will have to have Christmas again on the 27^th after I have had chance to wrap all the presents.

Snow. This is Paul looking happy...not realising that this bloody snow is what is going to stop us all being together for Xmas

 

Shocked

That Steve Irwin is dead. Still when you think about the crazy things he did .... Still you expect there to be a voice of reason. Some adult person monitoring the proceeding making sure everything is being done properly. 

 Ill have to go upstairs and wake Iona....he is a bit of a hero for her and we have his photo up in the kitchen ....taken as he rode past with a cheery G'Day.

Welcome Back
Is it my loneliness that has driven me back...or just free time. No house, dogs, husband or garden to worry about. Not that life is without it responsibilties...but without those 4 mainstays my life has taken on a strangely empty feeling. I guess that will all change when Iona starts at her new school in her new uniform. I think watching her try on her series of skirts, shirts and trousers she was rather more taken with the uniform than ever thought possible before. We walked up Richmond Hill to take a look at the school. It right behind Mick Jaggers house. I wonder if he ever looks out his window and observes the children playing on the grass. What does he think in his strange world about such things. Once that milestone is past then its time for my own personal milestone as I head off for my new job. The mailman is at the door...what small luxuries these English people enjoy. Mail delivered into your house more than once a day. I'm looking forward to seeing Charlie tomorrow. We are swimming at his gym (what children of Lois we are) and then heading off to some tourist trap as yet to be specified by Iona.

I think I should give up this lark....I never add very much

Nurse
Dad leaves and Paul goes in for surgery. Acting as a single parent for the week and dealing with a patient has been almost to much to bear. However signs that he is getting better...ie seeking sympathy (betwen shit and syphillus in my book) have emerged. Im gentle though...bone grafts cannot be fun. So I look forward to a long weekend of relaxation and non achieving

Im not doing vey well here...yet more months pass between entries. The holidays are over and life is settling back down into its regular frantic pace.