A little cuddle with a marsupial

Yesterday my daughter and grandchildren took me to the zoo. I hadn’t been for over 30 years. We lived in the country for 16 of those years, for five of them Jeff was in college and we couldn’t afford to go and, for the rest of them, I was unable to walk far enough or long enough to stroll around it. Then a year or so ago we bought a wheelchair, so I could attend things that required more walking than I was able to do. With the happy combination of wheels, a pupil-free day from school, a perfect spring day (so, not too hot) and my daughter having a client-free day, we finally got to go. I sat staring at the giant pandas thinking, “I never thought I’d ever see these creatures in the flesh and, oh my giddy aunt, there they are! And,...

Read More

Teach your children well.

Tomorrow the Old Boy and I are leading a workshop on parenting teens and young adults, at a church leadership conference. We’re not sure why we were asked – we’re nothing special and we’re certainly not the most ‘spiritual’ – but we’ve decided to run with it. It’s only the second time we’ve done this sort of thing together (we usually fly solo) so it’ll be interesting. Hopefully it won’t descend into fisticuffs. It’s forced me to reflect on how we parented our kids. I realise that we didn’t always get it right. In fact, we often fell short of the gold star standard. But, I reckon we got some things¬†right. After all, the kids are adults now, living in their own homes with their own...

Read More

One boob or two.

I recently read a post on the Breast Cancer Site by a lady who said that when she was diagnosed with cancer, she was worried about how her husband would take it. (Quite understandable.) She said that she was a slim, blonde, independent woman and she was concerned that the treatment would alter her looks and make her more dependent. (This happens to all of us – male or female – when we have cancer treatment.) I had the same concerns: would my husband still be attracted to me, when I only had one boob? Would he find my appearance too freakish; after all, I had a hard time adjusting to the new me, so how could I expect anything less from him? I didn’t lose all my hair but it got very thin. The drugs messed my metabolism up even more than it already...

Read More

Cats and dogs

As a change from the deeply-emotional-life-can-be-terrible-why-do-people-have-to-die sort of blog, I’ve decided to take a slightly different tack today. I’ve been blessed to have both cats and dogs share my home at various times in my life. They’re different in so many ways but they’re the same in the important ones. A cat: Very well, you can scratch me under the chin for four seconds; that’s long enough; now leave me alone for the rest of the afternoon. A dog: Yes, yes, yes! Scratch me, please, anywhere you like, for as long as you like; no, don’t stop…what have I done wrong? Why are you walking away? A cat: I know I enjoyed the tuna yesterday but today is Saturday. I scoff at your tuna. I sneer at your chicken....

Read More