And so it starts.
My hopefully ongoing working life.
I really think I can maybe get my Domestic goddess to come and do her magic in my house next week – will be such a relief to get back into the old routine of doing the washing and cleaning and things on a Saturday the way we’ve always done it! Of course it’s going to cost me money that I can use better elsewhere, but really – I’ve proven, yet again, that I’m not the domestic type – cleaning a house holds absolutely no pride, or satisfaction. As long as the dishes are clean and my clothes, I could not really be bothered with much else – such a sad state of affairs!
It looks like mom, sister and myself will be attending my sister’s domestic’s funeral tomorrow. In Qua Mahlangu or some such godforsaken place out in the sticks. We’ll likely be the only white people there, but I think we owe it to the person that’s been such a big part of all our lives for such a long time. Just to say good bye, and pay our last respects. Which means I have to get up before the crack of dawn tomorrow as well!
As for mom, she went for a cat scan yesterday. As far as I’m able to read the radiology report, they can’t say anything definitive about anything, but the possibility of the cancer having spread does exist. Looks as if there’s a nodule on her left lung. Or a dark spot or something. So she’ll go see the doc on Monday, and then we’ll take it from there. And I was so certain they got everything before it got a chance to spread, but I suppose it’s not our will that counts. Just hope mom will be all right – can’t really imagine my life without her – think being an orphan is way overrated!!
Anyhow. Wish me luck for today and do try and have a splendid Friday!
Tough Day on the Golf Course
Bob and his three golf buddies were out playing and were just starting on the back nine when Bob paused, looked down the fairway and began to sob uncontrollably.
The other three gathered around him and asked: “What’s wrong?”
Bob looked down at his feet, sniffed and dried his eyes some, then apologized for his emotional outburst. “Im sorry, I always get emotional at this hole – it holds very difficult memories for me.”
One of his buddies asked, “What happened? What could have gotten you so upset?”
Bob stared silently off in the distance, then said in a low voice,
“This is where my wife and I were playing 12 years ago when
she suddenly died of a heart attack; right at this very hole.”
“Oh my God”, the other golfers said. “That must have been horrible!”
“Horrible?! You think it`s horrible?” Bob continued still very distressed. “It was worse than that! Every hole for the rest of
the day, all the way back to the clubhouse it was hit the ball, drag Alice, hit the ball, drag Alice…”