DianaRain, Rose and illness....
July 11th 2008 02:45
How are you going old friends? Life treating you ok?
Thanks for all the great feedback and suggestions from my last posting.
Actually I have worked out where 'home' is (but you already knew didn't you?): home is where my kids are! Cos I can't rely on hubby to ever stay in the one spot and I hardly see him I have decided my job is to keep the kids happy and stable and to provide a solid 'home' for them (wherever we may be).
Too simple I guess. Told you at the outset I was naive.
But life got worse the other night with a depressing call from my dad reporting his declining health and terminal illness.
Shock. Tears. Sadness. Depression.
I so hate this cancer thing, not that I know of anyone who likes it. You read stories though of how it brings people together or teaches them stuff.
Rubbish. Complete poppycock.
It is a hideous horrible disease which has no redeeming features.
My dad thinks he has about 6 weeks. He probably has a bit more.
But still. I ain't ready for this. And the mental torture and mind games this type of thing creates is terrible, almost worse than the illness itself.
Anyway, suffice to say that the last few weeks have been less than blissful and there has been precious little joy around.
Still, up at jolly old Emu the rain has fallen, let me tell you! All those canny farmers who threw crops in are probably gonna reap enormous finanacial gains this summer (we are not amongst them, but anyway....)
Over the las few weeks we have had about 40 mls in total. Paddocks and lanes are flooded. Grass is growing. Lambs are being produced at an alarming rate and Rose refuses to be let loose.
Yesterday we tried to ease her out into the flock, but she wasn't having any of it.
Ran like a bat outta hell back to us, chased the kids, chased the ute, galloped beside the ute. Bleated like a demented creature. Jumped into the back seat as soon as the door was opened.
Several times we tried, as the rain and hail fell and my son wept.
In the end I had to give up. Now she is peacefully chewing her cud by the back door, nestled in some old sacks, happy as.
OK, that's all for now. Chat later.
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