I don’t know if I have posted the above pic before.
I just picked one at random.
I haven’t walked for a week.
And my joints are complaining.
Winter has hit with a vengeance,
It is raining and cold.
This is a “let’s get it off my chest post”.
I don’t think there is going to be much humour.
But you never know.
I never know what is going to happen on my blog until I start writing.
My grandson lost his first job.
His manager appears to have been the bitch from hell.
Ironically, the day before she fired him two people wrote lovely comments on his till slips.
And he had his best day tip wise.
His self esteem was climbing.
On the day he was fired someone dropped a whole lot of bottles.
He was helping them to clean up the mess.
She came over and yelled he would have to pay for half the damage.
Then he made an error on one of his slips and she refused to void it.
Which was her job.
Maybe he wasn’t a very good waiter yet.
But she crushed him.
I told him that there will always be people out there like that.
That she is probably a very unhappy person.
That no experience is a bad experience if you learn from it.
It seemed to help him.
But inside I was NOT feeling so kind.
I would love to go and say a few “nice” words to her.
But I won’t.
We will put it behind us.
When we got home reality set in.
He has no income.
And I am leaving in a couple of weeks.
We hugged and had a few tears together.
When he said “you have raised me….I can’t believe you won’t be here”.
I was finished.
I just want to put him in the car and take him with me.
But I can’t.
And the sensible part of my brain says I must let him stand on his own two feet.
Unfortunately, I very seldom listen to that part of my brain.
When we get to Port Elizabeth I am going to have my hands full.
My mother has spinal problems.
From sitting around for years(mental note…go for a damn walk Granny)
I am going to be doing the shopping.
And the cooking.
And helping her to bath etc.
And working part-time.
I don’t mind any of the above.
But I am fully aware it is not going to be a walk in the park.
OK…I have had a little weep while writing this.
Now the pity party is over.
Next week I must have a serious talk to younger son.
Who has a full time job with his family.
I shall tell him he will have to take the kid under his wing.
Or I shall come and live with him one day.
That should do the trick.
My cat has lost his voice.
He must have been out on the tiles.
Instead of yelling at me….he can only croak.
It is too funny.
He isn’t sick.
And is eating well.
And still insists on getting lots of loves.
But he is hoarse.
He is also very pissed off that his favourite chair has been sold.
Now I am off for a hot shower.
Catch you all tomorrow.
When I eventually get a chance to visit all your posts.
So far this weekend it has just been packing and throwing out.
More throwing out than packing.
That is easier!