Saturday, July 02, 2016
I want to be there
I probably would fall off the rocks climbing down but the view across a whole load of brilliant sea would be worth it. That's my eldest granddaughter on those rocks. Her father used to do the same thing except he would usually be hanging off a cliff photographing a waterfall.
Mother is back at the Home. My sanity is creeping back, slowly.
I have a lesson for all dumbarses. When you get a new phone, don't get the same number as the previous one until you learn how to use the new one. Anyway now no-one can get me on the mobile because it's dead and the other isn't alive yet.
I left home around 12 to vote, not too far. It sprinkled rain. I stopped next door to thieve some of their flat rocks since both cars were missing. Unfortunate to collide with them coming out of the polling booth. Prayed bag would not slide off the walker and drop stones at their feet. Steel myself to walk into the school where my son was one of the first students, push the memories back to the dungeon and lock the door.
Voting on my feet because mother made me miss the postal vote deadline. I mentally got the giggles as the paper was so long, it went across the bench and up the wall. I had an image of Will Smith in Men in Black trying to fill out test forms and dragging the table across the floor. I had pencil, paper and glasses trying to escape. Trying to read the tiny writing was a bastard but I finally found all the people I had decided on and that included the looking after animals party. The voluntary Euthanasia Party was voluntary, mandatory and I would have included it for mother.
If I made any mistake, I hope it was for someone good and not Pauline Hanson or Family First or any other creep party which was hard since most of them were creep parties.
Missed buying a lovely sausage and onions, no chairs to sit on and I was beyond standing and there is no way I could steer walker and stagger with food at the same time. I was forced to dine on the delicious odour of frying onions following me down the road. Double strength cappuccino at the local and a litre of ice-cream in the bag started me off on the last leg to home. 2 o'clock I fell in the back door.
I will be watching the ABC count with the delightful Antony Green and using the remote to delete any face I don't like. Usually the ABC is well mannered and not like the other stations which resemble a bunch of cage fighters.