Lost for words…

It’s been a shocker of a week. One of my nephews died in his sleep. We’re still waiting for the autopsy report, so we’re in the dark as to why. On getting the news, his mother, my sister, ended up in hospital with a suspected heart attack. You see, she’d only buried his father a few weeks before. Thankfully she’s okay and back home now, waiting for the coroner to finish his/her work so she can bury her son. There isn’t much I can do to help her. Saying, ‘I love you’, doesn’t seem enough. Then, a friend told me the doc has said she’s running out of time, now. She has been fighting cancer for a number of years, so in one way it’s not a surprise. But, when someone like her seems to be on top of it,...

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Things that make me smile

The last few posts have been a bit miserable, so this week I’ve decided to be thankful. My mother used to sing an old gospel song, “Count your blessings” and, as she chose to do it when I complained about something, it used to annoy the heck out of me. However, now that I’ve reached the more mature years, I realise there’s a lot of truth in the old refrain. Here are some things that make me smile. A baby’s laughter; their teeny tiny fingers and toes; the way they snuggle their heads into the crook of your neck… Babies. The (well-deserved) adoration of Rex the Wonder Dog. (In fact, animals, birds and most insects in general.) My children, children-in-law and grandchildren (including the dogs, cats and bird). Music, art and...

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Rage against the machine

I’m finding that the more frustrated I am about the “big picture” things in the world, the more annoyed I am by the little things. I want to grab Mr Assad and the leader of the rebels and give them both a jolly good talking to before sending them to their rooms. I want to feed the starving hordes in the Sudan. I want little girls in every country to have a decent education, and then be able to do something with it. I want to save the Great Barrier Reef from being dredged by greedy, thoughtless, narcissistic…(insert rude words). I want to give asylum seekers safe haven. Oh I sign petitions until I’m seeing them in my sleep. I vote according to my conscience, and write to my local member of parliament but it doesn’t do any good....

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