Anyway, about three in the morning I’d woken and couldn’t return to sleep.
It’d been raining lightly and it had sounded good.
I’d listened to the rainfall awhile, then the stomach got the better of me and I’d ventured into the kitchen, to see to some breakfast.
Anyway, then I could sleep.
I awoke to heavy rain… and boy had it sounded good: and, the air is cooler… and I can breathe properly!
I’m fairly sure I told you that Karl and I went to see ‘Pirates Of The Caribbean 2’
If not… it’s 20 minutes too long! Brilliant… but, with an end that I’d found ever-so-frustrating, as the first movie leads into the second and it leads into the third.
And, as we’d left the pictures, Karl had told me off for swearing too much, “with young kids around.” Like it wasn’t anything they’d not heard before!
And then there was ‘Superman Returns’ which I’d enjoyed, as a reader of DC Comics. I do think it was as good as ‘Batman Begins.’
But, the teenagers sitting behind us had driven us both to distraction… and where just as bad as any badly behaved toddler I’ve seen.
Yet, that aside… the film was really good… and I won’t say anything else about it. After all, you might choose to see it yourself. It is good.
And, Brandon Routh who plays the eponymous hero not only looks like he is Superman – and Clark Kent; he also looks so much like Christopher Reeve that you’d almost imagine that he’d been reincarnated.
Thing is, this was the weekend that was supposed to be wet. And, if it was, then how come my Father and I had spent so much time watering the lawn. Although saying that, my little Mother hasn’t minded, saying to me at one point of the day, “I managed to get all the washing done.”
O-whoopee, it’s still too warm.
Granted though, on Saturday, there was me in the back garden in my shorts when some rain fell, just enjoying the rain on my body… refreshing.
And man, the skies dark and oppressive looking outside… and I’d been talking of Mum. Well, she’s doing quite well since the operation. She’s still got the stitches in, as she told some districts who called round the other day. And that had been a surprise: seeing them sitting in the front room, chatting with Mum, as I’m padding round in my shorts… And I mean a surprise for them and not me, of course.
And he says to me after I've been working in the garden: "Don't wash up in her please, wash up in the back. I've just cleaned the drains."
Argghh... that's my Father!
I’m sure Cancer is called Cancer ‘coz it’s our greatest fear. Well, it’s an idea. And, as for fear: well, my little Mother got an ‘all clear’ on a Cancer scare, after a biopsy.
And as for me?
The frustration of waiting has been unbearable at times… and I do wish almost, it’d been me they’d operated on. But, it wasn’t… and she’s fine.
I know I can be irritable, at times. Yet, as I write, I can’t imagine many more things more irksome than the educated elitists, whom presume they know all about a subject, when that is just a part of their overall knowledge base.
I mean, its possible that their knowledge in that area is inaccurate.
How would they know?
There will be a death and it’ll be mine. (Joke!) But, there’s tension in the air and its sunny with washing on the line and I was told this morning she has an infection. An, that is after is when I’m told and I’m freaking. Well, just a tad. And, I’ll admit that while I’m being calm and attentive, while they do their round of doctors and hospital appointments, I just want to scream. And, yes, you do as you do and it’s Life; and I’m sick of bloody platitudes. Y’know? And they’re off again, as I type, to another appointment. And, I’ve the radio for company and enough in my wallet to go out later.
And I’ll have reached the limit I set myself on the assurance money that accrued, soon. And yes, I’ve sought distraction from thought by overindulgence: and losing my job, as I did wasn’t my most favourite experience. But.
It’s sunny and at least I can do as I’m doing write now… right now, get it!?!
Go on, tell me I’m cracking… and I’ll smile.
Most important events in ones life relate to that initial intimate connection made. And, it is of that which I endeavour to convey, as I scrawl of my Moments Of Now.
As I write my little Mother is at home, finally, after her biopsy.
In two weeks time when she returns to hospital for the other half of the operation we’ll know more. As it is, she’s tired all the time and hates that.
That said, its good having her home.
Little Mothers home from a second biopsy and yeh, she's a nag... but, she's my nag... my little Mother... and she's home, (for now)... where she should be!
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