Funny Reaction!

I took my Mum out for brunch today, which is not as easy as it used to be. You used to just arrive at her place, leave the car running for her to run out and jump in the car. Now days, it takes about half an hour of swaying to work up enough momentum to get into the car! And that is before you drive down the road with conversation! It's 'what did you say?' or 'did I tell you about...' Of course she did. Probably ten times!

But I found it interesting how horrified she was at picking out our funeral... the plots etc. Her reaction was enough! She kept saying 'but why? My reply was so that the kids don't have to think about it...  I want to spare any of our children making decisions. 

And; I want to say what happens...

My mother, her ashes are to be buried with Dad. Today, she said she wanted them scattered at the beach. I thought well that's nice, I have that written down. Do you? She doesn't so it will be in the plant next to Dad!

I said I want to be scattered too. However, I'd like a tablespoon of my ashes in the pot with Dad and Cain (and Sharpie when he is gone)... Probably the Squeeze! Just so if there is a life after death, we can find everyone! :)

Shopping! ... for headstones

This doesn't sound very exciting... But it's quite a huge feat getting the Squeeze to go shopping for headstones.

Not that either one of us is getting ready for a reason; there are no imminent death threats. Neither is quite ready to pop our clogs just yet. It is more about being prepared in case something happens (and knowing my luck...)

Sparing the kids any grief is the idea and If we do it all ourselves, it means there can be no arguments over what is happening.

Now I get along with the Squeeze's kids, and he gets along with mine...  But I've seen plenty of kids for all intents and purposes love their stepparents. But what if; say one of the Squeezes kids insisted he be buried next to the Harridan? Aside from the fact that he would be screaming until eternity, it would suck for me...

The girl that took us around said that most married men who have gone on to their 2nd wives, get buried besides their first wife! Here is hoping she meant widowers; not divorced!

So, meet our final resting place! The rock will have our names on it, because it is for 2 people. We are not having a funeral. Being cremated and hopefully our loved ones can go for a great lunch with plenty of laughter! Well, that's the intention anyhow!

Weird Weather...

Well, it's raining... Again.

I have been up in Melbourne for a few days with my daughter who was moving house. God... That's all I can say! We lifted stuff. We cleaned. We drove between the old place and the new... But it was well worth the move! As I said to them; they went from a new house/new area to an old house/old area. Boy... Can you tell the difference!

This house, although not quite as big as the old one; has a yard! And looks brilliant.

My house is 63 years old; soon to be 64. It has been done up over the years until now, it is hardly recognizable since it was first built but... The point is that it's gorgeous. It is exactly right for me.

My sister phoned me about 12 years ago and said that she knew I was looking in another area, but to have a look at this! I loved it; went and looked at it and put an offer in that same day.

I loved it here. I still love it. I love the fact that it is now worth twice what I paid too...

Melancholy - a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause

Yep. That just about sums up my life at the moment.

My mood today can only be described as melancholy.  I hate the sound of depression.  It’s an ugly word. It feels ugly… Colourless.

Why, you wonder, am I in a melancholy mood? I have this weird thing where my legs are hurting, like all the time. The muscle depth has diminished; they have shrunken from disuse. My legs were feeling better; not fantastic, but better (I no longer want to kill myself) so that was great. But they seem to have fallen back, not to the same degree, but it would take about five minutes until I’m back where I was… Limping.

If only I could work out what has changed from last week! My muscles feel like I ran a 10k race yesterday. But I’m not into racing and the most strenuous thing I did yesterday was to slow cook a lamb shoulder and make an apple and raspberry pie for my son and his wife! (which was yummy by the way!)

Then we have the fact that I’m tired – all the time.

It feels like I’ve been washing all day, but in fact I’ve only put a load on then shuffled to the study to write this blog…  Although I can’t for the life of me think of something that sounds remotely interesting to say!

Maybe tomorrow…

Laziest Person award goes to...

It’s now official.  I am living with the laziest man on the planet; possibly the universe.  Trust me; I know… I’ve got ex-husbands.  Lazy ones too.  But they were nothing like this.  I can now see why “clean freak hell” was clean freaking hell.

The Squeeze literally drops things where he is standing.  Just decides “don’t need this now” and drops it.   It is astounding!  Today we had stuff all over the table; my desk looks like hades; pair of boots haphazardly tossed in the spare bedroom.  Boots and socks in the lounge.  Newspapers; books; stuff… more stuff… and more!  It’s everywhere!  And I’m exhausted!  If he keeps it up, he will be living in the fricking garage.  He can knock himself out making a mess out there.

Aside from my issues with his sloppiness, the week so far… A Monday for a public holiday. The Squeeze has decided to work. What this means is he’ll take another day off. But unlike me, whose ‘day off’ usually means cleaning up the mess – he wants to watch wrestling or play guitar or some such!

Last night we had Arancini for dinner, in a tomato and chilli base. We are attempting to eat within a window of time which is bloody hard! Given that my son and his wife are coming for dinner tonight, that meant we couldn’t eat until at least 11; and then only if we can squeeze dinner into an hour and they’re not late!

Still, this is the first successful diet either of us have been on for a while; so I intend to stick with it.

Now if I could just work out why my body is in pain and won’t move! Everything is aching! I’m stretching everything… But it just won’t stretch ☹