Dear friends, I really think
that it has reached high time
I stopped subjecting all of you
to Really Awful Rhyme,
But so my latest doings, now,
that everyone still knows,
I will present them in the form
of Truly Ghastly Prose!
Today it was a matter of getting up early for Grandparents’ Day at Junior Primary. Not early enough, unfortunately. By the time we got there, only ten minutes late, J and her class, as well as the rest, had already delivered their rhymes. Oh well, we then repaired to one of the fields for a picnic. We had taken our fold-up table and seats in preparation, so sat in state while ordinary mortals were subjected to a state of grovelling on the grass.
Having fully fed our faces, it was off to KZNSA for an 80th birthday party for the Past President of Durban and Coast Horticultural Society of many years. More eats and drinks were guzzled.
I left solo from this entertainment to go for the next medical appointment, but was on my way when I realised that I had failed to consult my diary in the morning as to what was next, so didn’t have a clue. I had an idea it was at Parklands Hospital again, so went in that direction, but took an unfamiliar route and got lost. By the time I found myself again I was in a tizzy.
I came to the conclusion that it had to be for a drip at the Oncologist, but they said no, that was next week. At that, my brain switched off. They helpfully phoned all the doctors I could think of to no avail, so I tried to phone Much Better Half and her sister, to whose home she and J had now gone. Answering service every time.
Finally, she did ring back and reminded me that what I had set off to attend was the eighth of my ten daily radio treatments. How on earth had that gone from my mind? Apparently some woolly-headedness (without beanie) is typical of the treatments. I do hope that’s all it is, and that I am not going ga-ga.
Not much time remained for me at home before I had to take J to her swimming lesson again. Before it, she put in some really good keyboard practice. One piece truly nailed from memory.
I must have recovered my faculties, because I was able to correct MBH on dodgy maths advice given to R just before I left.
J swam extremely well.
The latest two generations of ferals are bonding, as may be seen. Isn’t that cute?
I’ve said for years that I can be in two places at once, but it’s trying to fit in the third that gives me trouble. You have a LOT going on right now, and I think you’re doing well to even try to keep up! And you get a big gold star as a stellar grandparent!
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Very wise to blame such lapses on the treatments. 🙂 … hope you eventually got there in time.
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It was a scramble. And *indignantly* of course it was the treatments! *fingers crossed*
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All’s well that ends well. Reminds me of when I turned up at the wrong church to play for a wedding. 😯
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Ouch!
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Great post 🙂
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All the best with your treatment. My mom didn’t have this but she had chemo and herceptin for 19 months. I enjoyed your poem and your update.
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Nineteen months? That must have been a real pain, even if it didn’t hurt!
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Met die frenetiese tempo waarteen jy leef, is dit g’n wonder dat jy self soms nie kan byhou nie!
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Ek hardloop so ver voor ek kannie myself sien nie!
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Life goes on, with or without rhyme and reason. Keep us smiling.
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*sings* Coz when you’re smiling, the whole world smiles with you’ (or was that laughing?) Whatever.
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8th out of 10? Good. Hang on Col.
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Getting there; now off for another.
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Goed, mijnheer… 😉
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Another very busy day Les. Love the Feline pictures, yes they are very cute!
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Busy is the name of my game lately. I would like more time to stop and watch the kitties!
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I can appreciate that.
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Looks fun!
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My school was never like this!
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Mine was run by bullies………. old, bitter spinster bullies.
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Nuns?
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They can get very twisted. Particularly with a student like elder daughter who used to question the logic of the dogma they were teaching. The school as a whole was a good one, though, but has not gone downhill.
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