Easter Sunday and my mother...

It wasn't very exciting. No drama or anything.  We just had a lovely day with my adult son and his wife, and my mother - who is 89. God... Kill me now.

There is a lot to be said about euthanasia. 89 is too long to live. I sure as hell want to go while I've still got all my wits about me (as much as I ever have...) But it is tiring; and I don't want my kids when I visit to be "ahh she's gone..." It is sad, and I feel guilty; but I get tired of answering the same questions over and over.

She may say "how is my daughter?". So, I give her a long version and tell her what has been going on with her and her kids. The trouble is she may ask me another 10 times throughout the day. Sometimes minutes after I've just told her.

So, I begin with the lengthy version. Explain everything; and end up with "they're fine!" No point in feeling guilty. It's the real world where life is not infinite. Where eventually you are going to wind down.

Sad really. What are we here for then?

Easter Saturday!

It is Easter Saturday. Doesn't feel like Easter over here. Wonder if it does everywhere else...

Easter when I was a kid was filled with chocolate rabbits. Glittery eggs and big roast dinners and partying! My mum and dad knew how to have a good time, and they made sure that anyone that was there, did too. Police tend to party harder than anyone when they get a day off.

But Easter is not the same. 

When my children were young, we would go over to their place, and it was such fun. We would laugh and exchange gifts. It was just like Christmas. Now... My two kids that have procreated both live in Melbourne and do their own thing. I could snag an invite by just asking... But going to Melbourne tomorrow for Easter Sunday and then going back on Monday for the Football... Not doing that!

Monday it will be screaming at the Football (come on Geelong!) We are all going, which will be fantastic, especially as two of them are going barrack for the opposition (Hawthorn) and Quigley doesn't barrack for anyone (he would say Collingwood, but he doesn't really barrack). So, our children are coming with us.

My son and his wife, complete with me and the Squeeze are all going to dinner tonight. I think it will be a lengthy dinner, plenty of laughs. My youngest is quite the comedian (sometimes I want to strangle him). But he is a lovely young man.

Easter is time to reflect on your life. 

If all I've done is to bring three, wonderful and talented children into the world; well, that's good enough for me. It is funny to think of climbing the corporate ladder... Now I couldn't think of anything worse!...

Well, it is over...

Damned Glow is over. I can't help but feel like they were taking a quick break that just too long; or maybe they lost funding! But it seemed unfinished.

The girl that was the main one; she didn't get anywhere with the guy she was supposed to. The whole way through I waited! I kept saying they are going to end up together! But no... They didn't. So, neither of them got what they wanted. They hinted for him there was only death around the corner, which I didn't like.

The other girl with the kid, another wrestler and the gay guy ended up stealing a venue. They went to all this trouble to grab this story line and didn't flesh it out; and this is overlooking the fact that this woman wrestler had a super brain.

All in all, a steady 7!

Now I wonder what I'm going to watch!!

WTF! Call me crazy but I like...

If someone had said to me a week or so ago, that I would like wrestling; well, suffice to say I would have corrected them. Rather loudly. But the tide has turned. Oh, I'm not about to say let's go to a wrestling gig; far from it.

I should know. My partner, the Squeeze is a wrestling fanatic. I should be worried with the number of guys in skimpy outfits and long hair (80s or 90s style) that gad about the stage pretending to fight. My son performed better in his grade three play where he dressed as a caterpillar with their rendition of Alice in Wonderland! Like you can't tell it is put on! Performed!!

I say this multiple times to no avail. He is hooked. Now he goes to the study, puts the wrestling on up there and I steer clear of it.

Last week I started watching this show that was on Netflix. It was called Glow (gorgeous ladies of wrestling) and apart from some side stories that got a bit dicky every so often, it was good! 3 seasons! I'm at season 3 episode 8 and all I'm thinking of is when it's over, what am I going to watch???

It has been great. It's taken my mind of impending doom, where we'll need the exoskeletons to get about! And Trump, sitting in his God knows what, yelling manically about taxing Australians 100% tax on what we export there. 

Easter! Let's see if we can be nice...

It's that time of year again. Easter! I'm just going to forget about war and stuff and concentrate on nice things! Like chocolate... 

Oh, but I can't.

Because with Easter comes things like holidays! Well, we won't be going anywhere because the damned petrol is scarce. The same with holidays. Can't get anywhere without getting in the car.

Monday is football which I intend to catch the train. I think that means every man and his dog will be catching the train! It means going early and going to the pub for lunch - I can't think of worse things.

Not much happened in my world since yesterday. I am not going to work at the moment because my boss is an arsehole and after months of abuse, I couldn't take it anymore. I took out a Workcover against them. When it all comes down to it, I may not work again, but that's okay...  We negotiated and came to a settlement but in reality, I just wanted them to own up to being pricks.