If it was'nt for the love and respect of my fellow humans I would have been singing a song, that Lilly Allen one, " Sun is in the sky oh why oh why would I wanna be anywhere else" on my walk this morning.
Thought I'd go a bit further than usual and now I'm worn out. Still, a little sit down and a bit of music and I'll get on and do some housework.
Life is good.
I'm quite pleased at the way I adapt to the slightly odd, not everyone can.
Me and Bonzo went out before breakfast, saw a rather elderly man, thin as a rail wearing a kilt that was a bit on the short side.
He seemed surprised when I said good morning, maybe he was waiting for me to ask what he was wearing under the kilt, it crossed my mind, but there's a limit to how much odd I can handle before breakfast.
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Yes, best not seeing what's under the kilt, at least until after breakfast :P
Poor guy, you probably made his day by saying goodmorning!!
As today was a shopping day I decided to combine the walk with the fortnightly shop.
After giving Bonzo a lecture on good behaviour ie: no jumping up and licking strangers (that's my job) off we went.
The walk part was as far as the next bus stop which is about half way into town, just far enough.
It's a beautiful spring day here in the Shires, and I hoped the sun was out for ole fish-face a friend of mine whose down just now. But I have faith in the fact that though he may sometimes forget who he is he will never forget he has a big heart.
Mary is coming over for lunch, Jean should have been here but, well her usual chaotic life is keeping her busy.
I'm putting my feet up and having a rest, Bonzo is tired but happy and Kipper the cat thinks we're both nuts....all is well.
There was a happy wag to Bonzo's tail as we headed out this morning, come to think of it, if I had a tail it would wag too, such a beautiful Spring morning.
Quiet, just the birds, the blue of the sky, trees in various states of blossom and leaf. Fat bumble bee lurching drunk on whatever bees get drunk on, mooching around the bright yellow forsythia bush.
I have had to give some serious thought to the "problem" of my Sister, Sheila. Since one of my brothers passed away earlier this year my remaining brother Jim and she have at last given up their umpteen year old fued, which I declared at the time ( without sanction of the Pope ) to be a miracle.
Now, once again she has reached out to me, by phone the other night. She has an upcoming procedure in June and is coming here to the mainland and wants to meet up.
Now, I was never really at war with her, but for the most part when I think of her I just cringe inside. I have no childhood memories which are good that involve her, quite the opposite.
Though I have always wished her well I have never wanted to be her friend, that's just how it is.
However, just as our walk was done, the thought came to me, "It's okay, just do it, you have nothing to lose".
So, she has given me her e-mail address, I will contact her over the week-end. She has alot of grandchildren now and wanted me to join facebook to get to know them all, but no, no more web-sites.
Phil is taking me into town later in the morning, it's 9.30am now, I'm betting he's still in bed
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Have a drive to Southend, you won't regret it ... I have cake! .... and bring the bloody dog!
I have a similar situation with my half-brother. You are doing the right thing, you don't want any regrets later on down the line ya know...
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BLOODLIFE
01:10 Apr 25 2010
You need an MP3 player then you can walk to a rhythm ... lol