Neighbourhood Attractions and Detractions


 

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We took a birthday-celebrating friend and husband to help us put on yet another show for the peacocks, fish and buck at Chantecler on Sunday, and I had my first swim for ages. My recent ongoing tendency to do myself bodily harm had put paid to my habit of a daily dip and exercise for some time.

The outing was greatly enjoyed, with good food and drink, and it was fun strolling amongst the three varieties of antelope afterwards.

In the evening we were treated to a sound as of fireworks, but it turned out to be an automatic weapon being discharged at the beach down the road from us. The story is a bit obscure, but apparently a car key broke off in the lock and an attempt to borrow pliers to open it escalated into an argument culminating in what appears to have been a military-type going to collect his weapon and returning with it to spray bullets around, injuring three women quite badly.

The next day we learnt that one of the neighbourhood shopping malls most frequently frequented by us was closed while the authorities tried to flush robbers out of the ceiling, and while damage was assessed caused by said robbers having set off the fire sprinkler system and collapsing part of said ceiling.

I suppose it all alleviates the boredom?

Another trip to the doctor for J today, and I assisted with collecting swabs etc when she had a further blood sample taken. Our friend/cousin-many-times-removed the doctor said jocularly that he should pay me as a nursing assistant, and at the end of the session J demanded that I receive the promised salary.

I forgot to mention that my dear wife had bullied me into having an examination on the previous visit with J for persistent lower back pain, and it turned out that I had strained ligaments and needed a three-day course of Diclofenac. And I have just received a quote for the renewal of my removable chomping equipment to replace a broken top plate, and to fill in some more that have since been donated to the Tooth Fairy.

What fun. Gaining in age, one gains in experience β€” of medical practitioners. Let us hope that all these repairs and renovations will set me up for the rest of the year.

Β© January 2019 Colonialist

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Active septic geranium who plays with words writing fantasy novels and professionally editing, with notes writing classical music, and with riding a mountain bike, horses and dinghies. Recently Indie Publishing has been added to this list.
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26 Responses to Neighbourhood Attractions and Detractions

  1. Widdershins says:

    Men have temper tantrums and women get shot. Love it!

    Glad to hear your body is receiving some healing attention, and new chompers to boot! πŸ˜€

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  2. Ek voel die ouderdom ook aan my lyf …

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  3. Arkenaten says:

    Ah, yes … when the back goes out more than you do. However, you seem to gad about for an entire crew of gadders! And good for you!

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  4. disperser says:

    Sorry to hear about the unwanted excitement . . . as for getting old and medical ailments . . . well, I’m expecting it to get worse. Prepared for it, I am. But, I consider the fact we live in an age where treatments are even possible and I find it difficult complaining about it.

    Last year was quite the active year for me (the first of what I assume will be many more).

    As for the fireworks . . . I suspect things will get worse before they eventually get better again (meaning, I’m hopeful things eventually will get better). That’s the historical trend, despite the ups and downs and despite the constant flood of bad news.

    Best of hopes for hopeful results from the latest tests.

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    • colonialist says:

      True: in an earlier era there is no way I would have attained my present age, much less in comfort.
      You do seem determined to maintain fairly hectic activity!
      I suppose things are mild for us compared with the hotspots where automatic gunfire is a regular part of one’s suburban day, but it is a sound I do not wish to be exposed to at all.

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  5. Never a dull moment in your life is there Lesley?
    My commiserations re the chompers, I lost the last of my own after I lost my stomach. I think they went looking for the receptacle that hels the stuff they sent down
    I was told, prior to the removal of said stomach, that I would shrink quite a bit, which included the gums, and the teeth that were there would not be for much longer; they’d fall out.
    And they did πŸ˜₯
    Hard job getting used to pretend chompers

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  6. Not sure why you got a red heart, but maybe you deserve one after all your troubles. πŸ˜…

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  7. As has been noted before, getting old is not for sissies. ❀️

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