I have just been through some strange weeks. I do read my stars and wasn't prepared for the odd week or so I have had.
One friend is looking after he Dad in palliative care, one friend and her partner have signed his 91 year old Mother into a nursing home for 54 days will they have a wedding in the Dominican. Her grand daughter. My partner has discovered he has a job looking for elevators to film in for a possible game/reality show pilot.
My offspring and I fell out for the millionth time. Offspring was hear on the weekend and looked old for his age. I blame computers that the kids never seem to get off of. I thought a comment was made at dinner that sleep was an issue. I sent a message saying he should see the doctor is he was having trouble.
I got a reply to leave me alone. That is the offspring I have worried over for years who still keeps me awake at night. Talented intelligent, sometimes you get the feeling that you have nothing to say. I see offspring as the beautiful baby, sweet child and the young person making his way in the world. Now he is a man the concern doesn't end and you are always a parent. Offspring sees an interfering mother unit from another planet. You can't win.
Adieu. This is for my friend's Father Eric who is in the last stages of cancer. At eighteen he was in the Indian army as an officer near the place they found bin Laden. It is now Pakistan. This was WWII. He was from a small town on the edge of Wharfedale in Yorkshire called Otley. His Dad had been the local shoemaker and repairman. His Mother was the quietest woman I think I have ever meet. Above his house was the Chevin talked about in Ikley moor bar tat. I was there when I was eighteen years old. He came back and tried to finish his degree in chemistry but quite to get work then marry his sweetheart Kathleen. They married and a year later their daughter arrived. They both felt they should immigrate. The war, the struggle to make a living and the desire for a new life in Canada or Australia. Like a lot of Yorkshire people of that era, it was Canada. Eric is also the Father of a son and now there are two grand daughters. A life spent working at Underwriter's Laboratories. Eric and Kathleen rented a house in a little village on the edge of a bit city. It was a place where Yorkshire people had immigrated to before WWI. Their home has been a welcoming place for friends, children and neighbours. They had a cottage on a tiny lake that was near one of the tiny towns of in cottage country. They sent their daughter to be educated in a London acting school. Sold the cottage and bought the house they where in on the side of a lovely park. In recent years, they cared for their two little grand daughters in their late seventies. Now are both are mid eighties. Eric has only a few days to live. A life well lived, quietly in ones own way. Godspeed Eric.
Easter, I have survived this holiday after two or three days of cleaning, on day of shopping and on the day, cooking and serving and cleaning up. Everyone enjoyed there meal and got Easter treats. I had not planned to spend more days cooking and cleaning but needs would have. I guess with one offspring and his partner away the holiday is quieter. One holiday down and next one May 24th. Victoria Day.
The Australian's who never fail to be original have decided to adopt a new creature and replace the Easter Bunny with a Binny rat or something to that effect to give it a more OZ flavour. I saw all right.
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