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All-in-all... again...
01:00 Dec 29 2012
Times Read: 666

Friday I was up to help Dad with the house shop, beneath a greying sky that had continued to darken after Barry called and we went to Frodsham, then Sutton Weaver, a view of a viaduct and, a canal. All-in-all, it’d been a well excellent afternoon.

...it got better.
01:36 Dec 27 2012
Times Read: 670

Christmas Day did not go well. The meal didn't go as Dad intended and, come lunchtime, he forgot to toast Mum. Well, still feeling bunged up, tired and irritable, I lost it; but quietly.

I had then spent much of the day and evening quiet.



Come Boxing Day, lunch went well and, as it rained, we got on with the day. I made chicken fried rice for the evening meal. At nine I'd watched a documentary about Tove Jansssen, then the last episodes of series six of 'Burn Notice'...

Sinus's ... and, a Happy Christmas
01:07 Dec 25 2012
Times Read: 672

What with the weather and the sinus’s being problematic, I nowaay felt up to being cheerful come Thursday night at the project, but I was, for the lads. So that said, as soon as the meal was over and, they were ll stood round chatting, I’d seen to the bin bags, then disappeared, while they ‘all’ went for the Christmas drink.



Friday morning Dad went to the opticians, whilst I very slowly got my act together.

Then come the afternoon, we went to the Azda to encounter my version of Hell and queues for the tills that last half an aisle, or so. And, all the while, it rained.



Well, come Saturday I woke at 9:50 when I’d arranged to meet Barry to goto Bury at 10:00 and, when he’d called, I’d had to say ‘go’, as I’d just risen. And, I then spent the rest of the morning, till 1:00 in bed, just feeling rotten. I had risen to tidy round, then see to the toasted cheese for Dad and me, I had been stoked to see Lucie in the early evening with a Christmas Card for me, just the one - - it seems I’d sent her two. Well, I never was good at maths… I just know I want to make sure someone gets a card from me, so ensure I do… and, if you get more than one… well, so be it.





Come the Sunday, the chest was a little better, especially after a walk, delivering cards. The pity was, come the end of the day I was once again fatigued and having catarrhal coughing fits… my one consolation had been that a fellow I really wanted to have a ‘Neil DVD’ had got it, which really did please me, goodstyle…

And, the fellow who does Dad’s boiler called round, to alleviate concerns he had been having; then, in the evening, I had been going through some discs, when I found one that really tickled me, of me. I’d made the video months earlier and, it had tickled me pink, so the film had to be used, just had to be. I’d also posted a new story online and written the first chapter of a piece that I’m really pretty chuffed about, thus far. Come the Monday and Christmas Eve, Dad went to his hospital appointment regarding his eyes, while I made the bed, kept the house warm for him and, got the milk. Later I did some baking, not bad, not brilliant, but pretty good ricj fruit-bread: and All-Bran, literally. The wine that we’d had on Sunday we finished off with the evening meal and, Barry called round for a little while come evening-time. It’d been good to see him. He had left for his Christmas, after leaving presents for Dad and me, for ours.

"Will the rain ever end?"
16:17 Dec 20 2012
Times Read: 680

I was awake at 6:00 to phone the doctors at 8:30 prompt on Wednesday, so I had and, strangely enough, I’d got through quickly I went to the doctors, on a wet day. I had got the meds I’d gone there for. Then come the afternoon I had made Rock Buns, with a hint of ginger, well… quite a bit. And then, as I wrote a heavy note, it poured outside and, then I’d wanted to rest my knee, but kept getting interrupted, so ate, then prepared and made our evening meal, my chicken casserole. Come the evening Barry called and, as we’d chat and smoked, we’d watched, ‘Hitman’, which I’ve had for ages and not seen. As it happens, I’d been most remiss of me not to have seen it before now; as it had been a good film, a really good film.



Come Thursday it rained; it rained as we did the housework; it rained as I walked to the village and realised I’d lost five pound I could ill afford to lose: and, it continued to rain, as I walked home, then slowly got ready to go help at the project and serve the Christmas Meal…

finally went on the internet...
02:40 Dec 17 2012
Times Read: 691

I had a pleasant afternoon with Barry on Saturday during which he had taken me to New Brighton, where I had picked up a laptop from Mandy and got a hug. Then I’d gone home and I’d eaten my tea, then went to bed to rest my knees, then woke at about one, puzzled to wotsits and, wonderin where the hell I was, what year it was and, even who I was. That feelin had lasted for a little while and, I’d stayed awake long enough to realize I’d slept since seven and, it was early in the morning. And eventually, I’d fallen asleep once more, only to wake at nine thirty Sunday morning, in time for a phone-call from Barry. And, as we motored with rhubarb tart as a mission, on a sunny blue-sky day, with me avoiding the doles new porthole, his sister had rung, to say his visit to B&Q for her wasn’t needed, so we had continued on our journey unfettered by the distractions that others might have made of us. We had got to Parkgate shore, the long-way, the windy-roadway; then after a brief wander, we had started off again, to West Kirby, Morrisons and, the rhubarb tart, which unfortunately was not available. What had been available though had been a cherry morello lattice tart: that, a scotch pie and dandelion and burdocl pop was damn fine much indeed. Thing was, it’d been three when we took photo’s of the people walking on the water, as the tide was in; an we had to get to Azda well before four and closing, so I could get the fish and, Barry could get his yoghurts. And, needless to say, as we’d approached Heswall the traffic had been at a standstill thanks to lights; so Barry had taken a shortcut, which hadn’t been. In fact, ‘the shortcut’ had taken us on a mystery journey that had eventually and, I do mean eventually, got us roughly to where we’d wanted to be, so that the journey to Azda could progress. Well, come red wine, roast chicken and, a brief rest for my knees, I rose to watch a documentary with Dad, some chocolate and investigations into aliens, many of which seemed to surface in Mexico. Once it had finished and Dad went to bed, I watched a few of my favourite shows and, then finally went on the internet, awhile.

...to access VR.
16:48 Dec 13 2012
Times Read: 703




‘twas a long night on the pc Wednesday; when I'd rather have enjoyed his company

I ended up being able to access VR



was contacted by a 'master'... asking, where did this come from? as if I knew why it appeared at the end of vampirerave's address on the address line.



all I do know Now, is that it took quite some work.



But, finally... I’d been able to access VR.

File Not Found The requested URL was not found on this server.
01:49 Dec 12 2012
Times Read: 713

Tuesday I had another walk to Azda on a frosty day, at the end of it my back ached goodstyle; but it was my turn to cook: I did fish in breadcrumbs and sautéed potatoes, then rested. I arose to watch a documentary about Cuba, with Dad, sitting in front of the fire and eating dark chocolate and Toblerone…





***



Then later on VR I found my time ruined by pages that would not work as they have, for seven years, or so... Hell, I couldn't even access the coven I am in, or even the database; so my level will go down...



It does make me wonder how longer the site will stay working?



Any feedback to kendrix1uk@gmail.com



'Coz it does seem that I cannot use my message centre at all, currently... and, less and less functions of VR.



It's so damn frustrating!

Lastday... for USA and Canada
00:39 Dec 11 2012
Times Read: 716

Come Saturday Barry called at 10:30 as he’d intended. We had toddled off to Liverpool, as Barry wanted to acquire some dvd’s. He managed to get me home in time to get ready to go out for the evening, meeting Peter and Vicky in time to go to Park View Social for seven. And, boy was the journey worth it!



I finally arrived at Hamilton Square station thirty-seven minutes after leaving Kings Street, where I’d be able to get a bus at twelve minutes past eight. It seems there’d been one at seven forty seven and one at eight forty seven, neither of which had been what I’d expected, which had been a bus from King St at twelve minutes past eight. And, my hips and left knee had been aching, but it had been well worth it. I mean, how often does one get one wants? I had. I’d got to see people, well friends, I’ve not seen in way too long; so the walk, nay limp, from Wallasey to Birkenhead, was well worth it…



Well I had been up early on Monday, as intended, as I had my appointment with the dentist at 9:00 to take care of the slice of enamel that had fallen off a tooth, the previous Thursday, or Friday. Either way, I hadn’t noticed it till I had walked out of the food-testing, after testing six different variants on bacon. “And if I don’t have the injection?” I’d asked. “Then I could do it now,” I’d been informed. And, that’s what he had done. And, needless to say, with my fear of dentists set aside a moment, that had been the option I’d gone for. And, as soon as I got home, it was tired to join my Dad, finishing off the back rooms, that I had started before leaving, as Dad finished his end of the housework. Come the afternoon I went to the post office, to post an envelope or two, as it was the last day of post for America. And the best bit? It hadn’t been half as expensive as I’d thought it would be…

travelling twice...
02:23 Dec 08 2012
Times Read: 725

I believe I'm travelling twice tomorrow; to Manchester with Barry and, to Wallasey in the evening, to ensure I haven't let a year pass before seeing Pete and Vicky and, 'Purple', Mandy, the lady who taught me to accept hugs again.

He tolerated my nagging...
02:01 Dec 08 2012
Times Read: 726

The only way I’ve been able to convince my Dad not to drive so soon after his last operation is by cheerfully doing the Needed shopping, no matter the weather, or how I’ve felt. Well, this Friday I completed the shop I began on Wednesday, having learnt the week previous that I was being stupid, carrying as much as I had. Yet that said, he’s tolerated my nagging, as long as what he wanted was acquired – and, it has been.

But, as I write about it, I am aware that my body Needs to rest.



And meanwhile, my little DVD project proceeds well, I hope it’ll be appreciated…

...it was a dark and stormy night.
01:31 Dec 07 2012
Times Read: 730

I woke on Wednesday in a lot better frame of mind than I had been on Tuesday night, after Lucie had left. I got up and got my head and body together, then took myself off to the Azda to get my pizza for Thursday evening. The sky had been blue, the air a little chilly, but it was sunny and, I’d enjoyed the walk. Then come my return home I’d cooked my chicken casserole, for tea. I had thought it was one of my better one’s.

After tea my body had cried out ‘rest’, so I had laid down awhile, waking at nine thirty with my knees suitably rested…



There are times when a stormy night is the very last thing you want to face when your body aches, after another long walk to the shops, spent looking forward to when your Father can drive again. But, they’re the very sort of night when you’re services at a soup kitchen are needed the most and, so you don’t mind too much, getting home wet, tired and in severe need of sustenance…

...for my memory book.
01:31 Dec 06 2012
Times Read: 734




There’s no doubt about it, Dad isn’t a patient patient in recovery; for example this Monday Dad was looking out of the front window at a bush, looking somewhat bored, saying “It needs a trim” knowing full well the green waste collection was due and the brown bin had little in it. As he had beavered away, the wagon had paused at the end of the road and, the workers gave my Dad time to finish the bush and put the bits in the bin. Then as the fella picked up the bin he noticed me peering over the windowsill camera in hand. Funny thing was, it’d been the same fellow who gave me polite jive about four weeks previously about the lack of garden waste in it. He had not let onto Dad that I’d been there, as I took the photo of Dad, for my memory-book.

feelin... just. feelin...
01:13 Dec 05 2012
Times Read: 742

feeling lonely tonight. first time in years.



kinda slightly ... desolate.



saw a friend, watched a film, 'n remembered what I don't have.



oh woe is me. [yes, I am aware how I sound.]



that's even worse...

Black Cat catastrophe
00:08 Dec 03 2012
Times Read: 746

I had laughed when a black cat had slinked in front of me as I had walked to the Azda on Saturday and, it might’ve taken a day, but the results of ‘the cat’ weren’t a laughing matter, for me. Barry had decided to help me acquire the Broccoli that Dad wanted and, as time passed that list increased. Finally he arrived and we drove off, talking the past and people we knew, like Debbie Shewsbury Gee, the Lady I liked an am wary of now, whenever I encounter her and, now label the psycho hose-beast. At the Azda, he had parked up, then avoided me, as I insisted on using a trolley. As Barry went looking for a hair trimmer, I went straight for the Broccoli, only to find that Debbie Shrewsbury Gee was there, as good-looking and kooky as ever, slinking off, cat-like, as I reached for the green vegetable. And, having acquired what I had wanted, I went too the other side of the fruit and veg section, just as Barry walked up and, I noticed from the corner of my eye, Debbie Shrewsbury Gee, so I went to get other stuff on the list, leaving them to talk. Well, much later, as I returned to where they had been, to get the tomatoes, there they still were, talking. I got the tomatoes and, continued on. I met up with Barry and, later at home; he mentioned that, “she’s sorry that things are the way they are.” Well, so am I.

the journey killed my back
01:35 Dec 01 2012
Times Read: 719

Wednesday morning I went to the doctors, where I had talked of strain stress and pain and, my eventual appointment with a specialist. On my way out of the office I looked at the coat hung up, Nazi smile leather, that kinda matched her calf-length black zip-up boots. I looked at the coat, then the boots, “I like the image,” said I. “Cheeky!” She’d retorted. So, I’d apologised, then exclaimed, “I’ve got my perk back!”



In the afternoon I got a phone-call from Karen of the sensory place, offering me work Thursday morning. Always needing travelling money, I had said, “Yes”; particularly pleased when I had been told that I’d be testing something I like, mature cheddar.



I took a phone-call for Dad and, then went to get him. It’d been the private hospital where he’d got his eye done. It turned out that there’d been a cancellation and, he’d been offered Thursday at ten thirty, for his other eye to be done.



I had the sensory booked for the morning and, the dole in the afternoon and, without going with him, as I recalled his perception being off the last operation, I ended up feeling as though I were leaving my Mother on the floor, for hours, after she’d had her accident. And, there had been real contention as to what I should do.



I tried to aces the jobsentre plus website to look for work, but you seemed to need an account to do so, which had really annoyed me goodstyle, as the company that’s taken over it’s running is one of those that takes your details and sells them onto another firm like them.



Well, with a busy morning and afternoon planned for Thursday, Dad insisted he could manage his operation himself. Well, my job then, had been to read through the train timetable a time or two, to ensure that he knew what train to get.



I had cooked a chicken casserole for our evening meal; assuredly one of my better one’s. Then a little later, I got to the station, to get my the train to visit Karl and got to the platform, to see the automated display telling me I had twelve minutes to wait, as I’d just missed my train. And, had it been cold, really cold. Though, it’d been good to see Karl, particularly after a most frustrating day. I got home and made Dad his chocolate, then as he went to bed I sat typing, watching ‘Spacekiller’, a space fantasy, with overtones of ‘Dune’ to it. I then watched the new cgi ‘Starship Troopers’ movie, as there’d be no VR, as my Dad needed to rest, before travelling for his op.



Thursday had been the day I expected. I’d risen just before nine, to find that Dad had already gone for his operation. Looking out I saw a blue-sky and, a very frosty day, then got ready, then out, to the sensory place, established this time in the scout hut. And, we’d been testing something I liked, mature cheddar cheese: once home and, a warm coffee inside me it’d been travelling time again, as I went to the dole, to sign on. I got home to find Dad back home. It transpires he’d been an hour early, then had to wait another hour for his operation, as a machine had failed an had to be replaced. Well, I had been relieved that he was alright, so went to voluntary work, fairly chuffed. And, it’d been one of those nights that are so cold one is glad one serves hot drinks and, a hot meal. But, needless to say, my day had not ended there. Because of the late-running of my train, they took it out of service at Hamilton Square, seven stations from home. It’d meant a wait of only about five, to eight minutes, yet it had seemed interminable, as I had been physically shattered and, I knew I had to get up real early to go shopping, otherwise Dad would seriously contemplate driving…



I was up Friday morning, with body tired, after voluntary work, knowing full well that I had to go shopping, for our weekend basics and, it’d taken awhile to get my body going. But, as Dad took advantage of the cancellation and had his second cataract operation, I wasn’t going to have him driving, which he wanted to do. As it happened the journey itself killed my back, with my full bag thumping on the area of my spine that has the displacement. Well thankfully I found with distraction in the afternoon, when Barry had called round and we’d gone for a drive. Come the evening I began to copy some of the discs I’d need for Christmas, then watched ‘Person Of Interest’.