This is where I have been spending the mornings over the last three days. It is bigger than it looks. It is practically on the riverside. There is good news mostly, after having been in surgery, radiology, and so on. The doctor said the wound hadn't attacked any bones yet. So far, so good....
The odd building in brick in the picture on the left is the new synagogue. The old one was set afire and destroyed in the infamous Kristallnacht. Some of the bricks of the old one, were incorporated into the new one.
The buildings along the river are called Nuremburg style.... And yes it was a grey day....
Another view of them. The photos were taken from the eigth floor... And the weather has been absolutely miserable. We had to keep taking the crip busses. But the drivers are friendly.
Whelp, tomorrow is a horriday again....
Oooo... Someone's birfday!
My father, the Venerable one, is ninety-four today. I know it is still yesterday there, Dad, but it is two oh eight in the morning of the twenty-ninth here, so Happy Birfday. You are amazing. And here is a little something for you.... (I figured you are now adult enough not to be shocked... smile...)
Wishing you health, and contentment. And a smidgen of fun.
Herrgottsakramentnochamol... yup, bad day....
I had to get Peter to the ambulant surgery part of the health services building by 9 am. His remaining foot is so bad, I just couldn't look at it any more, and dressing it made me nearly retch. It's the gangrene smell, you know? I had washed all the floors yesterday while Couch Critter took him downtown.
Use Ajax antibacterial stuff for that and can recommend it. One product where the ads aren't lying. The doctor was surprised he hadn't caught a worse infection.
It took ALL of my persuasion to keep the appointment, he did not want to go. I was sorry I hadn't gone to Beate Uhse, a sex shop, and get a whip beforehand to get him into that wheelchair and get him out of the house. Beate Uhse founded a sex shop and mail order business after WWII and got disgustingly rich on it. (More power to her, she was never an exploiter, or prude...)
Now Health Dept. Central seemed to be a good solution to hospital for me. It IS somewhat bureaucratic, but he had an appointment. And that building, Preciousses, is HUGE. He said we needed to go to dermatology, which is on the fourth floor. Lines like in the unemployment office. Finally we get to the receptionist. Uh-uh....
He was scheduled on the 8th floor, the surgical wing. Swell, the handicapped elevators were full of healthy people who can walk and it took four calls to get up there. I was boiling by that point. BUT... there was a very nice lady who took interest in Peter's foot and gave him some tips about what the state hospital does with 'Unterdruck' to help increase blood flow, and it seems it is a machine that acts as if you had the pressure of being thirty meters under water and that seems to help healing. Increases blood flow in the small veins, I guess. So that was really nice of her. I liked the concern and willingness to help....
But once there, there weren't so many people, and the receptionist was nice and we didn't have to sit for more than a few minutes, and he was called in to one of the ambulant OP's.
And now comes the 'remarkable' part... She asked me if I were his 'accompanying person', and invited me in. And I said 'No, I will just wait...' And she was obviously surprised. I wouldn't have had a say in what they decided to do to him anyway. Have seen, and dressed the wound as best I could, and brought a book along, because I KNEW it was going to take a while. It was ferociously bad.
It took them two hours. First to clean it up. Then a surgeon came and cut off the dead skin around the open wound. The surgeon asked who had dressed the wound, and said I did a professional job. He wouldn't have said that if I had done what Peter had wanted.... hold scissors over a fire , and cut away the dead skin. And I said, 'Whoa! NO WAY!'
Whatever, the doctor cut into the raw flesh and hit something festering. And pus squirted out like the fountain in the City Park and just missed the doctor. (Am so glad I was out in the waiting room.)
It took over two hours and the nurse was so nice to come out after ninety minutes, and APOLOGISE that it was taking so long! (Are you listening, Annti?) I was perplexed, to say the least.... I KNEW it was gonna take long. I'm not an expert in these things, but one look, at that wound, and I KNEW....
So I had my book, Peter's actually, Music for Chameleons in German. (Truman Capote) I thought I had read it long ago, but I hadn't, as it turns out. And sort of tuned out, as I couldn't smoke there... Was fine with it. Preoccupying yourself with something is good.
I rolled him back home, cleaned the floors, ('Yay, AJAX!') And the doctor was amazed that he hadn't gotten a worse infection, btw... So I guess washing the floors every day prevented worse things... Made a fresh soup, and then came home.
So for all the people who go bonkers over the concept of socialised medicine.... you don't know whereof you speak.... Sure, you can get some lemons, just like anywhere else... But today... I was surprised at the politeness and courtesy, and efficiency of the people there. Sure, we pay for it in taxes... But that is the only tax I do NOT mind paying....
So think about it.
Just up from some horrible nightmares....
But Simon Cowell of Britain Has Talent just got so flipped off by a little girl, it cheered me up. I wonder if she is related to Annti.... I knew it would be fun when the kid said, 'Don't make me come DOWN there..' (to the jury panel...)
And the kids really were awful, btw....
I do not know when I have heard such good news...
Of course I could relate it to the film 'The Incredible Shrinking Woman' with Lily Tomlin, but believe me, that was about something else altogether. Although the Republican Harpies were very formidable the last eight years.....
But this is nice to hear....
Do NOT clap your hands, and the bad Tinkerbell finally fucking dies...
Sermon of the week, hey...
Jeebus, some people just don't know when to STOP!
I just had the nastiest, most mocking mail EVER in my fifteen years of being on-line. It refers to the post below.
But I didn't take it lying down. No, Preciousses. I can take criticism, and often have and do not blink an eye. I can take nastiness, and turn away. But being nasty, and ironic, and wanting to take you for a mark... then I lose patience.
So I just sent him to where the pepper grows verbally, as we say...
BUT, we had a live one on the bus today. Sort of missing a couple of cups in her cupboards. She was delightful. Had her English books out telling everyone she was doing her 'homework'. Because she is taking an English course at the Worker's Guild. And focused on a young African kid, who was cool and polite, but doing the Granite Face thing, and dying inside. I would guess he is about eighteen, and has the coolest hairstyle I have EVER seen. And this little dumpling made every pc faux pas you can ever think of, not knowingly. It was screamingly funny to me.
But also sad. Obviously she is so lonely, she was desperately looking for someone to talk to and hoped that taking an English course would help to make contact. I HATE it when someone makes you laugh inside like that, and make you feel guilty about it when you know they are so desperately trying to reach out. And she was trying so damned hard, it was painful. I would guess she was about fifty or thereabouts. Nondescript. Pleasant face... But I didn't want to stare and wonder in what parallel universe she is currently living in.
But the kid was nice to her.
Gawwd, riding the busses can drive you nuts.... maybe that is the reason.
Am sort of feeling like THIS today....
So ok, if I gives you a brace of coneys, will it keep its' Hands in its pocketses, Precioussss? gollum...
Just because I am of a certain age doesn't mean you can pretend to be honestly interested and then turn around and after winning a modicum of trust, suddenly want cash for services.
Tricksy, false, Preciousses... So you takes the coneys, and you goes away, all right? And don't you cooks them. Nawsty. And that is all I have to say on the subject.
Pam does it again....
And kudos to the place I grew up in, and am absolutely flabbergasted that the Union Leader would carry it. Did some sort of miracle occur, while I was sleeping? Am so proud of them, although I thought we lost the stubbornness to Vermont. Which made me sad.
And the UL suddenly turned from the ugliest face of any paper in America, and reported it?
Or what was in that food I had yesterday?
I must have dreamt it....
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What the sort of hell tree is outside Peter's kitchen?
I have never seen one before....
It reminds me of an alien invasion from outer space, or those B films in the Fifties....
Today is out to lunch day mentally in Graz. I have never seen so many crazies out and about, and on the busses! Give. Me. A. Break.
First this guy who had an odd sort of tourette's disease, and just had this stream of talking out loud. But like a robot. His synapses must have been travelling at warp speed, because it didn't make sense.... And all in monotone like a robot, hey. 'Condominium.... square meters, square meters... they do what you want with you.' And I thought, 'hokay, we have a LIVE one here!' But felt sorry for him, and everyone was watching out of the corners of their eyes....
Going home, I sat next to either a kid or an older Hobbit. Who did this unnerving subsonic humming thing. And whispering to itself. It was really creepy.
And then a last run to the supermarket for a couple of things, and a REAL Hobbit who barely reached my elbow went on a rampage about something or other, but it was wondrous to see.
So is this some sort of astrological constellation that drives people bonkers, or is that plant in the picture an alien, a la 'Little S'hop of Horrors' and invading us? If I flip out any time soon, send reinforcements!
And that is the word on Saturday....
Today, I really felt like this.....
I think I saw it at Scott's place a few days ago. But there are days..... I guess you just keep on going, even if it seems pointless.....
Some days....... I just don't know
Peter's foot. Man, I just don't know.... Yesterday I cleaned everything, and his foot went rampant. Leaked all over the place. It really bothered me to walk in this morning, and see it as if I weren't there yesterday.
So I had to re-bandage his foot. It is looking soooo bad. At least I don't gag on the smell any more. Which proves you can get used to anything. I guess.....
The CC (Couch Critter) took him downtown to the doctors, the pharmacy, the bank, and so on... So I did the floors all over again, changed the bedding, washed the dishes, took out the garbage... (Where the fuck does he get so much packaging, and things? Amazing.) And let CNN drive me crazy all the while, to distract me from the monotony, because I can't get it on my system at home.... We all know I HATE housework....
But one thing really got me going inside, and got my 1/4 Irish up. I may be somewhat scatterbrained, and a bit of a slob, but am a creature of habit. And there is one thing I KNOW... When I am through mopping up, I put the mop out on the right side of the balcony to dry. ALWAYS. Today it was on the left side. He can't get out there by himself because of the doorframe.
Which means? Someone was there yesterday. And I know damned fucking well who. Which got negated, but Maria M was there, I know it in my gut, that blood-sucking n'eer do well BITCH... Sorry, but am sure.
And that one hurt, Preciousses.
I just give up, they do what they do.....
But yes, it is hurtful.....
Whatever, we went over to Ganesha, the Indian restaurant, and pigged out on their buffet special. It was sunny and nice. And I brought him back home with the crip bus. This one wasn't hydraulic, but they have a ramp set into the floor in the middle, and the driver lets it down, and was nice. Going back home, there was such a pretty couple...
Middle East somewhere, and 'in-Lurv'. Holding hands, deep looks in the eyes, smiles, and they weren't even young. It was lovely to see. It was sort of, 'See? We aren't so 'different'....'
As long as you bother to LOOK....
But most of us just keep on passing by and looking away....
Joe finds the coolest things....
this from the dreaded idjit Andrew Sullivan, who is so pompous, I cannot stand him, so I never go there. The remarkable thing about this clip is that all the dancers are deaf. It is so pretty, and fascinatingly perfect.... enjoy.
Oooo... Hillary! Super put down.
I think she's going to be very good as Sec State.... fun to watch.
With h/t to Bill in Exile
This is absolutely cool....
With thanks to Joe.My.God for posting it. And you might want to pay him a visit and find out why an actor ends up paying gay alimony because his wife left him for a woman.... Now, that is a weird twist to things....
Why I love Pam Spaulding.....
She dares to go where most people on the internets don't dare. She DARES to show what hurt comes to families when transgender people get murdered and aren't even an 'adult'.
It isn't a decision, and it is hurtful, and for a long time, I couldn't wrap my mind around it.
But the video shows how people can be so hurt....
It should stop. Now.
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I seem to have a green-eyed cat in my house....WTF?
The couch critter has gotten weird lately. Insinuates himself in what I want to do, or read, or listen to on the Internets. For instance....
'You going out with that shirt?' It has a stain on it. Wear something else.'
I have to laugh about it, but it gets worse. I am often up in the middle of the night, and surf, or work on the blog.... And can turn the tone down on my earphones, and listen to Rachel Maddow, or Keith Olberman, but he always wakes up, and starts it up.... 'Why are you listening to that toilet brush, she is going to ruin you!' Which usually cracks me up, and makes me laugh.
But... a couple of days ago, someone from Berlin contacted me. He is interesting, funny, and I enjoy the communication, and like him. Wonder of wonders, he seems to like me.... Now, people from Berlin are special to me. I was surprised, flattered, and more than curious about him. He's just a few years younger than me, btw, and was surprising, all in all....
And I ruminated about getting a Ryan Air ticket, and visiting there. It is so long since I was last in that amazing city.
Couch critter? Green-eyed cat, hey.... 'You CANNOT go out there, he will half kill you! And I am going to go out there and punch out his lights.'
Can we say 'posessive'? What in the world is THAT about, I ask you... Coming from a guy who ONLY has vaginas on the brain, and where he can dip his thing next.... What is this ABOUT?
I was more than taken aback. (No, not literally...)
For someone who hates Amis, and gays, this does not make sense, Preciousses....
I'm too tired to figure it out.
But I LIKE that person in Berlin, and nothing will stop me.
It just surprised me, and I thought, 'WHAT the hell is this about.....?'
People can be so fucking weird. W. is nice, very nice. But suddenly going all protective on me all of a sudden is unnerving. Annti is also 'protective', but even she wouldn't go so far. She would just give me some useful advice.
I just do not get it. For me, W. is just a friend, and am glad if I can help. But he keeps insinuating himself into what I do daily, and it gets unnerving. I wouldn't DARE touch him in any way. Ever. So it is odd to me. If he has a problem with that, he can talk to me, but I will still do what I wish to do.
And Berlin guy? I like him.
I do not know how much yet, but I like him....
Green-eyed cats, are something else, hey.
And more silliness.... with a serious background....
The NOM video against gay marriage called 'A Gathering Storm' has engendered a mass uprising in hilarity and parodies.... My favorite was recently on the Steven Colbert show, and I nearly wet myself. But this one was funny as well. Have fun with it..... My favorite line was 'Tney are going to turn tampons into rocketships.' Cracked me up. That we are gonna eat Baby Jeebus came in a very close second... for me at least.
Time for some silliness.... NSFW
Also via Joe.My.God OMG. Europeans. How bloody decadent. But then, didn't that whole thing start with those 'bad' US guys, The Chippendales? Which mutated into 'The Full Monty' in Britain, and now the otherwise staid Swedes. The US is a bad influence, I tell you, really 'bad'.... And oh yes, what they are holding is Wasabrot. Swedish crackers, only big.... Ooooo.....
Since we are on the subject of bullys....
We get this via Pam.... What the hell is wrong with the school people over there? I guess that is what comes of thirty years of belligerent bible-banging idjits imposing their own drum beat on everyone else. Please check the videos although they may break your heart. And then get angry, and take some action.
And Matthew Shepard's mother calls you to action. Via Joe.My.God
Couch Critter regaled me with this story this morning....
An eagle attacked a 69 year old woman in Tirol as she was going to church. From Babelfish to add to the hilarity....
An Eagle stole a handbag from Pensionistin in Tirol A sea-eagle robbed the handbag in the Saturday afternoon of a Pensionist in Kundl in the Tyrolean district Kufstein. According to description of the woman the bird fell itself it on it, stole her handbag and then continued to fly. About ten meters far away from the 69-year old, established itself the animal then and scanned its booty. With the robbery bird it concerned according to data of the police a white head sea-eagle, whichhad obviously some days before escaped from its owner. The bird accustomed to humans was supposedly on food search and seized thereby to unusual methods. Several witnesses of the incident tried unsuccessfully to catch the three-year eagle female. The grab bird was started however little later on the Tyroleans road (B 171) by a minibus. The actually tame sea-eagle had obviously confounded the vehicle with the car of its owner. The Falkner uses an identically constructed model in the training. During the collision the animal was injured. Flight-unable it fled on an adjacent field, where it was finally caught by a specialist and returned to his owner, a Falkner from cell at the Ziller.
I luvs me some Babelfish. For those of you who know German, you can click on the title and see the real report.
Susan Boyle was on CNN with Larry King yesterday...
You can see the clip on the site in the title link. He asked her to sing something for the viewers. And she obliged with the first verse of 'My Heart Will Go On' from 'Titanic'. Acapella, mind you, and was note perfect. So her appearance on the show wasn't a fluke. (I posted the one song she did on a charity CD ten years ago below, and she is unbelievably good.) One of the jurors of the UK show 'Britain Has Talent' officially apologised to her on the show for being cynical at first, and somewhat callous in his attitude, and invited her to dinner in London. She accepted.
This story has gone so viral on the net, her turn on the show got over 27 million hits on YouTube in about five days' time. A man about my age in Pakistan posted a vid addressing her directly to tell her that she had moved him to tears. He said he doesn't understand enough English to understand the text, but was going to look for the text on Google to appreciate it even more. He was still choked up. Sometimes you can win hearts and minds in the oddest ways....
There is a lot of analysis going on in some quarters about this remarkable event right now. I think it appeals to everyone who didn't have a nice life, have reached a certain age, but are certain about the one talent they do have, and were bullied, so cover it up with a bit of humour, and cheekiness, and most of us never get the chance to get up in front of all the bullies, and then amaze them so that they bloody choke on their sense of 'superiority', because they are 'pretty', or thin, or conform to what the media deems is 'beautiful'. So she showed the snobs that she could do something they will never be able to do in a million years. And shamed them in doing so.
And made millions of people world-wide fall in love with her. I would be willing to bet she has already given some people the courage to step up and do THEIR thing, whatever it is. That makes her even more loveable.
Yesterday was Silence Day in America, speaking of bullies....
http://www.pamshouseblend.com/diary/10504/day-of-silence-a-huge-success-again-while-the-opposition-tries-to-pull-a-fast-one
Pam Spaulding keeps us up to date. I was trying to find the story about the eleven year old little boy who hung himself because his peers taunted him about perceiving him as gay, and the teachers didn't intervene. You can find out more about this in her article. To tie this up.... Just imagine. If Susan Boyle hadn't had the spirit she has, she might have gone the same way, and no one would have known what a wonderful talent she was given. I hate to imagine what the hate against that poor little child robbed the world of, when he took his life.
But the right wouldn't be the haters they are if they didn't strike back with vitriol.
Again, have to lead you to Pam.
http://www.pamshouseblend.com/diary/10521/fundie-day-of-truth-is-today
I am going to restrain myself..... Now where did I put the duct tape...
I got a shit-load of bullying riding the busses yesterday myself. I took that last photo of our newest streetcars inside to show you how neat they are. They have info-screens and you can read news while going across the city. And returning on the bus, there was an interesting mix and tried to take a surreptitious shot of what they look like when they are full.
It was a bit cloudy and dark, so the flash went off, and next to me, I hear, 'Du DRRRECKschwein!' (You filthy pig!) Look left, and this seventy-something harpy with dark glasses is glaring at me. ('Filthy pig is about the worst thing you can say in German. Never understood why. Pigs aren't 'filthy' at all, have been on farms.... but it is a huge insult.)
I said, 'WHAT did you just say?'
'You HEARD me...'
'Where the fuck do you get off, lady, you don't know WHAT I am doing and it is harmless.'
'That is what they ALL say...'
And I said, 'Ok, Lady, I'm gonna come clean! I took a crowd picture to put on the internet... so I can show the ENTIRE world what nasty people I have to share the nice public transportation with!' She was gulping for air, believe me.
'And get your fucking MIND out of your crotch.' Now I really hate being rude, but that went beyond the pale.
See, I finally grew up. I do not let people bully me. But then again, I am a geezer...
Somehow this all ties together.
Was up sleepless last night, and depressed, so I went over to YouTube and watched the entire show 'Revolution' that Margaret Cho did not all too long ago. It is up in 8 parts, but the eighth is the one that sort of spurned on my synapses. A summing up, and have been ruminating, and brought the events of the past few days together.
Whether it is Susan Boyle, or myself, or people who have a different sort of look, it boils down to bullying and racism. We all have our talents and things we can give to the world, if the world would let us. But mostly no one gets the chance without making compromises and kow-towing to bullies. Forget tea-baggers. It is about equal rights for everyone, and we should all show the bullies our most fierce face?
I guess I got it.... Now where is Professor Higgins to spell-check?
Update: I caught this off a screen shot on Larry King today. I was correct in my assumption. Bullies. She must be extraordianarily strong....
Ok.... have been holding off on this because I was so pissed off last night....
And I wanted to talk calmly about this, but it turns out, I can NOT.
I do not LIKE walking into a supermarket and seeing a newspaper headline that Obama is protecting torturers. I mean, I really HATE that.
He fucked up so badly over the past two days, I could throw up.
Seemingly, he has silicon balls, and they just slide right in and out of you or something.
Maybe there are reasons. Maybe he got skeered of the NSA and CIA and so on. Maybe...
There is much we do not know, because they are sneakrative.
BUT.... the buck stops when accountability gets swept under the rug, and everyone responsible for torture gets a free ride.
Not many people remember the Nuremburg trials nowadays. And how the world scoffed at the 'excuse' "We were only following orders"..... And they got hung anyway.
What sort of double standard is Obama trying to set. 'We have other rules?'
I do not like that for one second. Not a half of one.
If you break international treaties, (four, as far as I know...) and do what you want to do, that makes you a war criminal. Which means... you have to be held accountable, and get before a court, and judged.
Oh, I know, I KNOW... it took forty years to get the Cambodians up before the court in the Hague, and be tried.
That isn't 'justice'. It is shit. But at least justice is finally being done.
As I see it, Obama has a problem with the powers that be at the CIA and NSA, and gave them a pardon. But if he lets the people off who gave the orders, that makes him culpable, and I will not forget or forgive.
I have had a lot of disappointing things in my life, but that tops it all.
Ball-less. If you do a crime, you do the time. AUS, BASTA!
Am very disappointed.
Update: Seems The Grey Lady woke up on Sunday. Now I do not feel so alone....
http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/19/opinion/19sun1.html?_r=2
Susan Boyle
The UK has a special sort of American Idol show. This 47 yr old lady from Scotland who looked impossible, dared to go out, and blew the audience away. Turns out that she had done a contribrution for a charity CD ten years ago. 'Cry Me A River'. It is one of the nicest arrangements I have ever heard. And then trundle over to You Tube and see her amazing breakthrough and how the audience reacted. It was truly moving. I love underdogs who can push their talent in your face. It was wonderful.
Riding the busses, special edition....
I was fascinated by the tatoo on her neck with an eybrow and an eye. Like she wanted to have eyes in back of her head. And then I noticed the marks on her shoulder, and her 'friend' looked like the worst sadist in the world....
Sometimes riding the busses is sad.
Just sayin' Poor girl.
Fathers Know Best....
I can't link to Scott's site, as you would be calling for your fainting couches, but he still has a father, seemingly. And am glad he does, because fathers can give you the unvarnished truth...
Scott posted photos of the alternative tea-bagging thing.
He is a liberal.
And got this from his father:
“Son, if you were a person who supported this teabag “movement” there are only two possible descriptions that could attach to you to explain your backing for this misguided cause: you make over $250,000 a year and are a disgraceful, greedy piece of shit. In which case you have nothing to say worth hearing on this or any other subject.
Or, and as is the more probable choice given the type of person one sees attending these ridiculous teabag events; you are so stupid that you actually believe the bill of goods you’ve been sold by the “movement” organizers. In which case there’s simply no hope for you, but you do have my pity.”
My Father — writing in the comment section of the post immediately below this one.
Yup, his father did something right, all right....
Back to bed. It's my night-owl post.....
We interrupt our regular programming, because the rightt wing went nuts..
Today is tea-bagging day for them.
ONLY... they didn't know that tea-bagging as a verb is putting someone's nuts in your mouf.
And it isn't LIPTONS.
Pathetic.
You only have to turn on Faux News, and you get the whole non-story.
And THEN they come up with 2M4M, which they thought was innocent. Except that is the short form for two men looking for three ways on the internets.
Hilarity ensued... I can't wait to see how they piss their pants and look absurd in the weeks to come, because that is off the charts for scurrile.
And I so hope that NH does the right thing tomorrow. It isn't enough that Vermont got ahead of us. We have to do it. (Picture me a NH fan, and it is a baseball game....)
Whatever, I hope....
Gawwwwd, you should never celebrate anything too early...
Yesterday, I cleaned all Peter's horrible linoleum floors. Full of wheel marks, and what not. And left it very clean.
Today, I walked in, and whooooaaa! As if I had never been there... And dried blood spots all over the place.... So I cleaned them all over again, and dressed his foot. Usually, he does it himself.... But have also done it often enough....
The sore was horrible, I tell you, horrible, and the smell!
Gangrene, and it looks horrible. Have seen it before, and it is indescribable, and horrendous, and everything yuck you can imagine. Oh yes, have been there... with the foot he has missing...
Peter doesn't want to go to a hospital ever again. We've been arguing this for weeks now, and let me tell you, nobody is more stubborn than an Aires.... But I said, 'listen, I can't come over here every day and wash your floors with Ajax anti-bacterial disinfectant. So decide. Do you want to die NOW, or put it off a little? If the latter, go to hospital, like, YESTERDAY!'
Our doctor had a house call today, and I told Peter to get a move on, and DO something. So he did, and a compromise was reached. An ambulance will take him to the main hospital, where they have a 'foot ambulance', meaning an out clinic that are specialised in foot diseases, also for diabetics.
So one step forward....
WHY can't anything go as I plan it? Is that so difficult?
The horridays are OVER
Thank goodness. In order to celebrate, we went out for lunch and I didn't have to cook. We found an Indian restaurant---as in India Indian. Ganesha. I was wondering which God that one was, not being too familiar with the Hindu religion. Here is what Wikipedia says:
"Ganesha (Sanskrit: गणेश Gaṇeśa [gʌˈɳeːɕʌ]? /Info/IPA) (Gana: ' Gruppe' , ' Heerscharen' , Isha, name of Shiva, therefore " Commander of the army Shivas" [1]) one of the most popular forms of the divine one in Hinduismus. A further popular name is Ganapati (Pati: ' Herr' , Gana: ' Heerscharen' "). Each Puja (hinduistischer service) begins with a prayer to it. It worshipped, if one needs luck for the way or an enterprise, it stands for beginning and change, connected with protection and leaving, it embodies wisdom and intelligence. To its concers belong poetry, music and dance and is patron over the sciences. Most businesspeople regard it as their protector. For many pious Hindus first, which comes into a new house, is a statue of the Ganesha. This blesses the house and promises luck. For many hinduistische currents Ganesha means a subordinated manifestation of the divine one, the master of all beginning. Others against it, particularly in the Indian Federal State Maharashtra or in some areas of south India, see the most important embodiment of the informal highest one, the Brahman in it."
Ok, it is a Babelfish translation, but you get the idea....
In my cooking journeys through many cuisines, the only thing I would ever make was a passable chicken Tandoori, which is very good. But never pursued it much further, as it was difficult to get the spices needed.
Whatever, have always heard that the cuisine is good, so I said, 'let's go and try it out, they have a mid-day special for only 5,70 Euros.' Turns out it is a buffet, and you can pick what you wish. So I took a bit of pita bread, and put little spoonfuls of the garnishes on it, then chose a pork dish instead of the lentil stew, and a curry rice.
Well the owner comes out. (We were eating outdoors, as the weather was lovely...) And said, 'Oh, you took all the sharp stuff!' And I said no, just a taste of this and that. And yes, some of it was sharp and sort of 'hot', other stuff was mild and lovely, but it was a new world of tastes and impressions, and all of it excellent. Peter had a very sharp soup, with a top note of lemon grass, a mild cucumber and tomato salad in joghurt, and vegetable balls in an excellent sauce where no one spice dominated.
Gawwd, he skoffed it up. Und 'Ummmh!' So he enjoyed it.
Then.... it wouldn't be us if a sudden shower came up, and we were stuck there for some minutes and a cold wind came up. What to do.
There is a bus stop next to the restaurant. The busses are supposed to be equipped for the handicapped. I saw one of them, and beneath the middle door is a platform set into the floor that the bus driver can let down, and then pushes the wheelchair person up, and there is a free space for them. The drive from that stop is under five minutes, and I would have needed half an hour to push him home. So he decided to try it. The bus came, the middle door opened, no platform. So I said, 'Oh, this isn't a handicapped' bus, and started to push him forward. And the driver yelled, 'Stay where you are!'
Imagine my astonishment when from under the middle door, a hydraulic lift slid out, automatically landed on the sidewalk, I rolled him up, into the crip space, secured the brakes, and the ramp was already in and we were off. Not even one minute. That was really really cool. Went up front, got Peter a ticket, (I have a weekly ticket), and the driver asked where we were getting off. Said Lilac Street. We got there, the ramp went down, and off we went.
It was just amazing.
Peter was impressed. Said, 'Hey, we can even go downtown in bad weather now.' Which was even more remarkable. He has always despised public transportation. So that is good news....
And a hell of a lot better than battling the way too high curbstones all over the place....
So. Was impressed with all of it.
I lurvs me some Keith O in the last line
in this rebuttal of what some right-wing bat-shit crazies have been putting out on the airwaves these days. I guess he might be Christian. Because the New Testament does boil down to.... 'Do unto others, as you would have them do unto you.' For me it is the whole thing boiled down into one sentence.
Happy horridays.
And has everyone LOST their fucking MINDS?
Horridays, and culinary oddities....
In one hour, the whole damn country is going to shut down. It is almost as bad as Xmas. And nothing is going to reopen until Tuesday, because we don't just have Easter Sunday, we have Easter MONDAY.
Which is fine and dandy.... I re-did the Easter tree because it was put up too early, and so I cheated. God, whomever she is, is going to get me for that... am certain.
BUT.... I just outlived my first Easter Jause. Which is what this entry is about. Your Easter snacks here are outrageously rich, and actually delicious, but the first time I saw one I scratched my head inwardly, and thought, WTF is THIS? So.... lets just say unusual.
You get a rich yellow bread with raisins in it. And butter it. And then you put thin slices of smoked ham on it, and that ham is always the best of the entire year. And then you slice some hard-boiled Easter eggs, and put them on that. And then you sprinkle it all with grated horseradish root, not the creamed in a jar stuff. And then you cut it into fine slices, and snack.
Now I know that some of you are going to have such a 'eeeewwwww effect'.
But you know what? It is bloody delicious.
And I do not have bad taste!
So that is what we do at Easter, and usually on Mondays, I did a lamb.
This year I can't because I do not have an oven at Peter's place.
Only.... I got ROBBED on the bus on the way to Peter's. Shopping for three days' groceries is a real chore for me alone. At the market, you would have thought the next Thirty Year's War was about to break out, they were so frenzied. (Smart people order ahead, and sneak over at 6 a.m. and get that at the back doors of the stands...)
Whatever, I got all my stuff together, and then, blind rooster that I am, got on the wrong bus at my stop. Going to the central cemetery instead of our version of Times Square. (It was still early and I was on auto-pilot.)
So I sort of rearranged everything, and heard a 'thunk' on the floor next to me, rearranged my big grocery bag, and looked for what had fallen out. The horseradish root was missing. And it was one mahonchous root, or it wouldn't have gone 'thunk'. And as always, I blame myself for when I am clumsy, and thought, 'What the HELL?'
And I got up, and looked under the seat? Nowhere to be seen.
And then I saw him, right across from me. Somewhere from the Middle East, and looking all beligerent, as if to say, 'Don't you fucking look at ME!' And I thought, 'To hell with the one Euro fifty cents, it just isn't worth it.' I had to transfer at Jacki anyway. The main transfer place is called Jakominiplatz, but we call it 'Jacki'. And they have stands there. So I bought another one. And was laughing about the incident, and added, 'I hope that root is so sharp he will cry for days.' 'The vendor nearly wet herself, laughing.
So, Preciousess.... (gollum).... we hopes he chokes on it, nawsty, dirty, lying little thief!
Of course I could have asked, 'What's it got in its' pocketses, Precious?'
He must have been as quick as lightning.
But what is a horseradish root, after all, if you can still get another? It was odd, altogether....
And on the way home, we got a live one on the number 40 at Jacki. Pensioner, talked aloud the whole time. How he was looking for a good lady to take money home and he couldn't find one. And my shoulders started heaving, because I was giggling inside, and thinking, 'now I wonder WHY?'
But it got better. Someone from Peter's old street got on, and this paragon of hilarity knew him.
'America has a new president. Obama. Boosh is gone. Obama has a beautiful wife. Her name is Michaela.'
And THAT, my Preciousess is when I completely, and I mean completely fell apart. I giggled all the fucking way home.
He wasn't wrong, by the way. The German version of the name Michelle is Michaela. But it hit my funny bone so hard, I was nearly in tears till we got to my stop.
Quietly. We (former) New Hampshirites have to keep up our Great Stone Face. I died inside, however.
I think that riding the busses is gonna be a new feature here.
Still, it is nice that some people here admire her already. Even if they are a bit bonkers.
Today I heard a very odd story.....
For the second time since he moved, Peter told me about a group of people who stand outside his building and start yelling. 'Allah is GREAT,' and so on and so forth. The first time I just thought it was the asocial drunks in the building adjacent to his, and didn't pay much attention.
But yesterday, Preciousses, about fifteen of them gathered in front of his house and did that, added that the Koran is the only true book that everybody, absolutely EVERYBODY must read, screamed that the Sharia is coming, (whatever THAT fucking is, I don't wanna look). The women wore Tschadors, and then... And then!
They started screaming 'We want Bread! WE WANT BREAD!'
And Peter was so 'entnervt', (you lose your nerves with this stuff...) and so he reacted.
He opened the window, and threw the full loaf of bread I had brought in the morning and tossed it at their feet.
They were so fucking insulted, it defies description.
When he told me about this this morning, I fucking broke down for laughing.
But I had a come-back, Preciousses.
'I KNOW you had a 'Sacher' chocolate cake in the kitchen. So what was THAT about, Miss Marie Antoinette'? 'Let them eat bread?'
Now that is going to sound odd, it being 'French'.
But the fact is, Marie Antoinette was the youngest daughter of sixteen children the Empress Maria Theresia of Austria had, thus Austrian.
And it turned out, she never said 'Let them eat cake.' It's a lovely legend that has survived over centuries, but she really didn't say that.
I was so disappointed when I read that.
We all like to believe in Wicked Witches of the East.....
Some one of these days, am gonna go over there and found he got beheaded or something.
I do not understand these people, whoever they are. I can go out on the square, and no one ever bothers me like that, nor do I bother them.
I find this so weird, I could just go off the charts for not accepting.
But we are having an extreme full moon, and people are acting weird. Take my bus ride today as example. This GUY runs for it, and I do not know how to describe this, but I have NEVER seen anyone run this way. I thought he had Parkinson's, but he doesn't. Hands in front of his stomach, flowing back and forth as if he were in a disco and in a groove, it was just wonderful. I cracked up.
As to the Sacher Torte, it was for my rival thirty years ago. A Powerfrau who wanted him, and she was my rival. She visited him today. Gawd, with 20-20 hindsight, I should have just let it be, but he wouldn't have been happy. We are friendly, and everything, but, it was pretty weird.
She took him out for a ride along the river, he was happy, and she was also. And told me she had 'touched' him. Physically. Hokay.... 'Hopefully you didn't give him a cayenne pepper enema which you used to threaten us with....'
She laughed.
For those of you familiar with Annti... Doris has ideas that can blast you into insanity.
And Annti is a beginner.
I am NOT exaggerating.
But she is ok. Doris, I mean....
I am NOT your usual fan of Spring....
Oh yes, sure it is pretty.... An explosion of color after many grey days. And the birds sing and chirp and drive you crazy at four o'clock in the morning... among other things...
And Peter's view from his kitchen window. You don't want to know what the other side looks like, but let's just say, Hitchcock's 'Rear Window'. I saw it when I was nine and had to run to the bathroom three times just to calm down....
I was usually ahead of my time....
And this is the view from my kitchen window this morning. Also 'Rear Window', but I never pay attention.... Spring... Show off.... Nope, you can say what you will, but I like Autumn. Yep... It is somber, and a bit macabre, but stately, and not this flahsy jive stuff that nature likes to dazzle us with.
BUT... I am behind the times, being a pensioner and having no time whatsoever, people. I always thought it was a joke. Aaand, ya know, there has always been a sort of friendly rivalry between New Hampshire and Vermont. I stress the word 'friendly'. People from Massachussets were automatically labelled ' Massholes'. We never talked about Vermonters that way. It was always about who could put on a Great Stone Face, and could be more stubborn. We have a similar situation here between Villach and Klagenfurt. It is 'friendly rivalry'.. Sure, they aren't states, but they can sure go at one another.... Mostly in Carneval season.
As you all now know.... Vermont is going to let gay people get married if they want to, and NH DOESN'T. THIS is flying in the face of anything that was ever reasonable in the Northeast, and I am pissed off. Because NH didn't do it first. God's retribution is going to be SO swift, my poor fellow Vermonters are gonna be retributed.
A little rivalry is a good thing, but this goes TOO FAR!
The Freepers are wishing for volcano eruptions. Hokay.
When they wished for tsunamis, I became very uneasy. Yeah, I know those people never had a geography class in their lives, but if a tsunami wipes out Vermont, THAT is where I draw the line and yell, 'Fuck YOU, Freepers!' A Tsunami would wipe out NH first and THEN bring devastation to Vermont.
This made me terribly uneasy.
I was so horrified I asked Terrible what he had been DOING....
So, Preciousses.... Spring has sprung, and I pretend to be not impressed.
Spring is a show-off.
And as far as my doubts about the brotherhood between Vermonters and New Hampshirites go, a healthy rivalry is one thing. But I hate one-upmanship.
And Terrible? Du bist so etwas von KLASSE! (figure it out.)
Rumpelstiltskin, am Rumpelstiltskin!
Just watch how I tear myself in half in pure rage mode!
Actually, I should have done it a half hour ago....
Instead, I exploded like Aetna, and spewed volcanic vocabulary all over the place.
I had to go over to Peter's old place, because they want to dispose of his old bed.
The Serb bitch came at me confrontationally, and wanted my keys to the house.
She said I should give them up, and that Peter had said so.
Peter had said the opposite.
And I started to blow up. 'Peter has a main apt officially elsewhere, and this one is MINE!'
And I said, 'NO. He has the RIGHT to this appartment till he dies, and I wouldn't put it past you to help him into oblivion, but IF that should happen, I will make sure that the cause of death isn't suspicious! And he still has very valuable things in here.'
Whereupon she showed her Harpy face, and believe me, it isn't a pretty one....
'I've never taken ANYTHING!.'
'You both took anything you could get under your fingernails, and should have been locked up years ago. All of you are are slimy thieves.'
'I'm calling my lawyer.'
'You just do that, lady, and I never want to see you ever again, and if I find out that you are ever, EVER bothering Peter again, you are going to be so sorry you will regret it till the end of your LIFE!'
Tja.... poor old RenB had to hang out the Big Daddy and go bonkers on her. Not that she didn't deserve it. I assume that was the one-fourth Irish that came to the fore, because I saw red for rage, literally.
And I packed some stuff that he needs that I have to wash, locked up the apt. while she was upstairs, and yelled, 'you all can just KISS MY ASS, Sideways!' (I'd do the German, but don't want to teach y'all bad manners. Ok, just this once: Ihr könnt mich mal, Kreuzweise!)
Actually, am proud of myself. I didn't use demeaning words like the 'c' word. She could take me to court if I had.
By the time I got home, I was hyperventilating. W. was amazed. 'Why didn't you call me?' Now THAT would have been 'helpful'.
Somewhat later, Peter was on the horn. She was so livid to him about how insulting I was, and showed her true visage. Like Medusa.
He was upset. I must have hit a few arteries to get her into such a Harpy mode, hey. Good on me. If someone goes AT me, I like to be on target, hey....
Carneval is over, I know, but little Miss Goody-Goody finally took her mask off.
More power to the powers that be....
just sayin'
I don't like Tuesdays, either....
Jackie was waiting to go home at 7:30. As usual And was angry because I don't have the keys to let him in.
Then W. was so nice as to hang all Peter's remaining posters and pictures. This is in the foyer. He always says that is how he feels most days.
These are in the kitchen and used to hang in the hallway in the Mühlgasse. Venice carnival posters.
Also in the kitchen.
In Peter's bedroom, living room also the one below.
And THEN I got a letter from my bank. For twenty years I have been paying for a life insurance because I took out a huge loan for Peter.
Well, whaddya think? It was for one hundred thousand Austrian Schillings. And the policy was to cover it. And the reports were always, I had gained on the policy, about 30 thousand Austrian Schillings at last report. It is going to expire this year, and I will be so fucking glad.
But what do you think I get out of it NOW? The equivalent of ninety thousand Austrian Schillings. So they fucked me over to over thirty thousand Austrian Schillings. That used to be three month's net pay for me.
Picture Rumplestiltskin for pure anger.
Life is sometimes not fun.
Annnnnd.....
in the contiuing adventures of the couch critter, Peter's notary public is back tomorrow, and they were supposed to have a pow wow so that W. can finally move into Peter's apt. and I will get my peace and quiet and all would be right with the world.
EXCEPT----
It wouldn't be us, if things would be easy.... The NP has a back log of work, read about Peter's wish, checked the contract, and there is no possibility that he can let the couch critter take it, without the express permission of 'That SERB', and she and W. developed an immediate antipathy to one another. Oh frabulous day, calloo, callay....
So my nefarious plan isn't going to work as planned, demmit, gol blast it!
There isn't a clause that would let him take anyone in, not even me if he were still there and too sick to get around. (Peter does it to me again. Why am I not surprised??? And of course I wasn't consulted at the time.... so I didn't know, but I suspected....)
I have an alternative idea to get her to agree, but it won't be any 'fun' for any side of this sick triangle.
To top it off, my neighbors had one of their epic bi-annual battles in the middle of the night and woke me up. These are five-act, horrible things to have to listen to. And as I can now leave one window leaned in at night since the weather got mild, I got it in fucking stereo. It is like being in an Edward Albee play, only worse. Doors slam, someone goes shrieking down the stairs, yelling and screeching out in the court, then uncontrollable sobbing coming back up, and doors slamming, and blood-curdling screams of pure anger. (Ok, it is like Edward Albee mingled with Macbeth.)
And W.? he damned slept through it all! I was freaked, I tell you, freaked. How did he survive 'out there'? The neighbors can drum in the attic in the night, and I never wake up, but when they do their bi-annual Hexensabbath.... I can't shut an eye....
I guess it is about being young, and maybe betrayal, and jealousy, and all the stuff that makes good theater, but y'know what? Sometimes it isn't nice having to be tied down into a first-row seat if you don't want to be there....
And I so do not like being there, inadvertantly or not.
What IS it about Mondays?????
Just another word....
President Obama's speech in Prague was unprecedented in so many ways, and I have seen several Presidents here, and how they piss the Europeans OFF.... It is seemingly too early in America and the press hasn't reacted yet.
That speech was balm for the soul. NOT the finger-wagging absolutely stupid lesson 'teaching' that I have seen over the past thirty years. No longer 'We know absolutely better than you because we are the most fucking great cuntry on the planet.'
It was ambitious, and going out and talking to over thirty thousand people out on a square, (which makes me frightened for him), was brave, not hiding behind the 'powers that be' and deciding something, and you find out about it two years later.
That is a brave thing to do. He is astounding. It was so unusual, to engage the people out on the square, to be conciliatory, and ask that everyone do their part to help.
The speech was so detailed, and there was so much in there, am STILL digesting.
To be clear... I am not on board with some things he has decided in the past seventy (!!) days. But so far on his first tour here? Am fucking speechless with admiration.
He has done so much in so little time to restore some respect for America it is breath-taking.
And you can get an orgasm listening to someone put two intelligent sentences together, well, almost. But what a relief....
Riding the busses.... II
This is sort of the Times Square of Graz. All the busses and streetcars converge here every ten minutes on weekdays. Sundays it is quieter, and the waits are longer. It is probably the ugliest square in Graz.
I get my transfer here--in front of MacDonalds, but have no desire for a happy meal.
But today I noticed this across the way, and called immediately for a fainting couch. They can't have been here long, but I'd had no idea that they had any shops here in Austria.
There was an African lady just come from church across the island I was on, in her finest national dress. Wonderful cloth, beautiful pattern. You can blow this up and get an idea.
Watched Obama give an astounding address publicly in Prague this morning. Very ambitious. And extremely interesting. The Internets will be full of it, am sure.
Riding the busses....
Public transportation is normally wonderful.
But today.... I went off the charts There are good mommies and bad mommies....
On the way home, there was a good mommy before I had to transfer. From Africa somewhere. Her little boy was so adorable, and quiet, and well-behaved. I didn't want to be intrusive with my camera. They were pretty.
But then I had to transfer. And there was a bad Mommy with three daughters and an undefined baby in a carriage. At the transfer station, on weekends, they take a ten minute break. And I had to listen to her tell them how MUCH she had to pay for their new shoes, and how many cupons she had to reduce that and make them feel GUILTY because they are growing.
My outer organs withdrew into my abdomen, or I would have been very very aggressive. The scale was about to tip till we took off.
And THEN, Preciousses, I finally got OFF that friggin' bus, and went to pick up milk for Peter tomorrow at the Supermarket. Now, one pet peeve I have is people who do not have their money ready at the check-out. And they go digging around in their wallets, or portmonnaies, and hold everything up. I always, ALWAYS knowwhat I buy is gonna cost and have it ready. I don't like to inconvenience people.
But today I was so fucking pissed off, I wasn't careful, and dropped my ten Euro note on the floor.
And this fucking bitch behind me had just picked it up, and said, 'Look what I found!' And I said, 'Oh, THANK YOU for checking that , it is mine.' Whereupon a real sarcastic exchange followed.
I came home in a total rage mode.
And I thought Easter is THIS weekend, but it is a week away. Am not the only one. I should just go to sleep.
And NO, am not being mysoginistic. But some women can drive me up a fucking wall.
There is a lot of other stuff that happened before that, but let's leave it at that.
And I am having withdrawal symptoms because my best friend in all this world had her computer blow up, and am absolutely devastated. Because she always sets me straight if I go off course in what I think.
Let's hope I don't end up in a nerve clinic....
I should never have gotten out of bed today,,,,,
But I did. I had nightmares, couldn't sleep, quietly read news on the internets, and basically entertained myself. (No, get your minds out of the gutter. I read news demmit.)
I loves me some news, can't get enough, and am a junkie.
But I do take breaks.
I also love me some satire, especially when it is very good satire.
And the couch critter finally woke up, and I turned on the Colbert Report. (silent t, please).
He was so at the top of his trade Monday that I fell apart laughing, and laughed real tears.
What I didn't notice: The Couch Critter went fucking livid for anger at me.
So then I had to hear what a sadistic son of a bitch I am for laughing about things that are so serious. I tried to explain to him that sometimes that is the only way you can call people's attention to what is wrong and that it is an art form.
Man, talk about rejection. I got a forty-five minute dressing down (verbally), about how terrible and virtually stoopid I am to even watch such things. And you don't want to know what he yelled about 'the guy' (Rachel Maddow), and the 'other guy' (Keith Olberman). I hadn't been aware that it had gotten on his nerves so much, I swear.
Obviously, his funny bone got shot away in some war or other a long time ago.
So, hokay.... humour is a very odd thing, and people never react to it in the same way. I have known that since working in the cinema, and very soon learned.... at the age of seventeen, NEVER to reccomend a comedy to anyone whatsoever. Some like slap-stick, which I hate, some like verbal back and forth funny, and on and on. And some people have no sense of humour whatsoever, so you just let it be.
In his favour... he doesn't understand English. He sees people laughing, and I give him a cue line about what made me just laugh, and it isn't enough. So am being fair here....
He thinks it is sadistic when people laugh at people who do horrible things. Tja. What the hell should you do, break down and cry all day??? Just askin'. No, you attack in the best way you can, according to your means.
So the day started off just fine and dandy. The pension people sent my money to the friggin' post office instead of to my account, so I had to go to the bank, and I bloody hate banks.
Then I bussed over to Peter's. Oh, yay! He really caught me on the wrong foot today, as we say, and started to tell me how the local media was trashing Michelle Obama on the tee-vee in London. 'She touched the Queen! No ONE touches the Queen!' Well, oooooooo!
Now I am certain that the Obama's got the whole protocol thing down, and read the riot act before they went to Buckingham Palace. So if she 'touched' the Queen, it was probably a gesture of sympathy, and the other queens should just calm down.
Secondly. She appeared sleevless at an evening event, and showed her awesome biceps. And they were asking if she had nothing better to do than go to the fitness studio. Well, from what I have read, she has been very active, especially in schools.
But the damned capper came when I wanted to see CNN today, and the President was about to land in Strassbourg, and some absolute idjit breathlessly announced he would be flying on to 'Button Button'. (The correct pronunciation is Bah-den Bah-den, not Button Button.)
Peter nearly fell out of his wheelchair for laughing, and I nearly fell out of my chair. WHY the FUCK didn't CNN hire ME to deliver their spin? The guy seems to be the same age. And at least I would have pronounced it correctly, and not made them look like the total fools they are!
What the FUCK HAPPENED to the right to congregate, and express your displeasure?
Taser has a new weapon. And Pam Spaulding, whom I highly regard, has the story. She has really been on this from the word go. Misuse of Tasers leading to deaths, unjustified use of them, and so on. But this new development freaks me out to the max. Surely will make you think before you wanna go to a demonstration, and mingle with the crowd, doesn't it....
Oh yes... link in the title. Just click.
Am such a Wuss....
I can never think of a good April Fool's thing, so I refrained....
I was mostly tired and discouraged anyway. But the pension people pulled one on me. Sent me my pension to the post office instead of to my bank account. Which means I have to go over and put the money into it, and then give the pension people what for once the horridays are over.
Holy cripes, as we used to say in NH.....
Peter was so badly off, he is actually thinking of going into hospital to get his remaining foot taken care of. I didn't want to push him....
That never brings anything good....
The couch critter is sleeping uneasily tonite.... so restless. And snoring. Maybe I should open a winder.... I saw per Americablog that Obama did something constructive at the G20 summit in London today.
And a cardinal did something predictable once again.
Such people really piss me off.
And again, up in the middle of the night, and 'not round', as we say... ie. grouchy.
Is this what pension-hood, or whatever it is called is about?
I do not like it, not one bit, and could go all Gollum.... 'tricksy, false, the dirty little thieeeves!'
Oh well will try to sleep again.
