We're here.
Just wakes up and fixes breakfast and school is back as people filed past my window this morning and I'm trying to ward off the many viruses about part from the usual things like taking tea out and sorting the recycling which here seems to be never ending with various over package items from Amazon.
It's also time where the bigger things from CatMas having been skimmed through tend to be looked at in more detail like any kits or stuff such as books of which I did read the one about the legendary Blue Peter editor Biddy Baxter between the comics over the last week and a half given my reading issues.
Then there are things like records and cds with records usually requiring a quick clean first and that's where we are this week on the blog where we open the shrinkwrapping and start drifting back to the mid eighties and nineties with music I do know but somehow never all gathered in one package here.
I felt this double album was extremely well put together and sounded great on my stereo
Perhaps that life hack of our Late Queen, of sowing weights in the hemline may help deal with such potential mishaps?
New potentially self absorbing interests though enter as others leave.
The honest answer with me would run something like this:
"Mom, sometimes I just don't seem to be able to stop myself although I know what you said the other day".
"Just saying you're disappointed with me and saying I can't go to the shopping mall on Saturday with my mates doesn't seem to work".
"It may seem odd, Mommy, but those spankings did help me then to turn around my attitudes and behaviour and yes I think although it'll hurt it'll help me remember not to disobey you."
"I'd like you to give me a spanking for this." "Shall I fetch the hairbrush for you?"
*based on actual incident in the past.
I've been deliberating for a few days about where I was going to put this post but actually I think it belongs here rather than my more "littles" blog.
As most of you are aware I lost my mother a while back leaving Dad and Myself as surviving household members, other immediate siblings being in relationships apart from us.
Dad has some mobility problems coming through the impact of cancer on his kidneys making its way into breathing apart from sciatica and likes to visit Mom's grave where whilst cremated there lies a headstone a couple of miles away.
Unexpectedly my younger brothers wife rung following her much delayed operation for Carpal Tunnel and he spoke with her and in the course of which he asked if they, the next time they were going could take him to the grave.
They would have to past the turning to us to get to it from where they live and she agreed with dad saying should they want a quiet moment then he'd step away.
Come Sunday, they turn up and indeed they do take him but he only finds they elect to stay in the car while he goes down a pathway rather than all walking with them pausing near the adjacent church.
They also reject any and all attempts to open a conversation about where he'd been, how they find it, or even ask him how he was feeling afterwards.
It was as if they just wouldn't speak to him as his sons father and a fellow family member even on the face of it another fellow human being where many of us just would even to those we don't know well.
We have empathy and yet there was none showing, leaving him feeling he was being deliberately ignored.
He was very emotional upon his return to which I got the full blast of -and although I could use not being the sole dumping ground of his emotions you couldn't help wondering just what my brother and wife were really playing at treating him more like ghost.
