Sorry 'bout the recent absence - the weirdometer was just stuck on "stun" for a little while. The littlest duck-noodle-to-be hasn't arrived yet, but we've finally move house - in the course of which: my mother developed heart problems and ended up in the intensive-care unit (she's fine now); a truck became entangled with the overhead power-lines outside our new place, pulling them down and blacking out the street (as well as converting a number of parked cars into electric chairs), Mrs. Caliban lost her Visa card (so we're going to pay for the removalist's truck how?); the phone line into my office was laid sometime before WW2 and died (so Telstra will be spending the next 3 weeks digging up the road outside to replace it); the builders we have in the office preparing for a new project we're launching keep failing to show up (thanks guys - I love spending half a day waiting for you to not appear); it's been hotter than the hell I no longer believe exists (January in Sydney - why do I do it to myself?); a car parked 50 metres away rolled out of its parking spot, down a grassy incline, across a driveway and into the side of the Auto del Alcibiades - converting it into a green metal banana with broken glass icing (nobody hurt, and everyone insured)...
I won't go on, but wow - I could. Maybe that's one of the reasons God made dogs - nobody reminds you to see the funny side of everything as well as a sandy dog. And nothing's better than letting yourself get dragged into the mirth...
PS. Happy Groundhog Day for Saturday! If anyone's ever been to Punxsatawney please let me know if it's anything like the movie.
5 comments:
Glad to see you are on deck, glad I do not have your problems. Sandy dog much better to see than the creepy photo of last few weeks.
There's something about a happy dog, isn't there?
Sorry about your hard times. Gads man, you're due a break.
You don't do things by halves do you?
Glad you're back.
It is great to hear from you. I had become a little concerned. After your last post, I had begin to wonder if the Scientologists had put out a contract hit on you or something. Glad to find out it was just all hell breaking loose.
I'm with boocat. Everytime I logged on, there he was, starring out at me from the evil dark!
The duck-noodle-to-be will be there when he/she is ready. I'm sure it has nothing to do with the current state of the church :-).
Prayers for your mother.
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