Hi Bloggets. Well, today I have two beasty girls again. LC
has found Wagga’s bone and won’t give it to her back. So she is lying in her
bed and poor little Wagga is coming to me telling me the tail… It’s really cool
out there and you should smell the air? After yesterday’s bomb fires and fireworks,
the air is filthy. Our Poor LC, had nightmares all night, so Hub left her home
to calm herself down.
Teen came in last night at ten. I don’t think he had a good night, he for sure wasn’t in a
happy mood. Shame he wasn’t with his friends, he was meant to go out with a
friend to the cinema, but in the end didn’t.
He said he did well with his math exam, but sadly, we have
to wait till January to find out the result. Our girl is waiting to find out if
she has been excepted on a scholarship too for next year. The competition is
tough. A lot of pupils have applied. Who wouldn’t? You get paid and you get a
huge house with six bedrooms and on the second floor, there is a ballroom? Say
what? It’s to study music at the Cathedral. Well Hub and I are not sure if she
has a chance, as she is a A level student, she is expected to do so well for her
exams, so perhaps they will give it to someone who is not so academically
minded? Who knows how they think, also it would be a bit unfair if she doesn’t
get it, as she has given hours to her Cathedral choir over the years, but at
the same time, the Cathedral have given her time too. She has learned how to
conduct and has been on countless courses teaching younger children’s church choirs.
She has worked hard to raise money for her Cathedral too, singing and playing
the harp and violin, so if there is justice, she will get in, but they have to
be fair as well as realistic I guess. I’m just glad I don’t have to make that decision.
I’m also glad I don’t have to live in such a house on my own? I don’t know how
she would?
Today was one of those days when you are lying in bed and
everyone has gone to work or wherever and you think, why do I have to bother
getting up?
I’m lying here and when I get up, I will have dishes to do,
kitchen worktops to clean. All Teens breakfast dishes to put in the dishwasher
and dishes from his room. I will have to do the same old floors again, bins to
empty, I must dust again today s it’s been about five days. Oh Hubs shirts to wash
and I know this week he has worn blue and white, so to differentiate between colours?
Impossible. My head starts to hurt. Oh but I have to do them as he put on his
last one today. The rest are in the basket. Then dinner tonight? Oh no, not
cooking again? To cook what? As for me? I’m hungry, but again, can’t be
bothered. Then the bathrooms. Oh I can’t put off cleaning them again. And then
from my bed I check my emails and find out I have to reply to at least two of
them and deal with another one by phone. They are not from friends, but to do
with life’s boring stuff.
My head hurts. A headache again. Every day I have woken up
to a head ache this week. Since I banged my head some weeks ago, three times in
one week on the same blooming place on the front of my head, I have had
headaches. OK, so I don’t see the half open door, and misjudge the kitchen work
tops when bending, so I don’t know where everything is, but I do know where my
blooming head is, right?
Oh then I decided I should get up, though it was really
early, to lay in bed just makes my mind work in so many strange ways.
So here I am. I have some Christmas poetry to write for some
people. Only two this week. To get into a Christmas mood in November is
challenging. But I know I will be able to do it for these good people.
This month would have been my Dads birthday on the 11th.
Rememberence day. I received a lovely poem today from a friend about that day,
well, our soldiers. The words were so true.
He was getting old and paunchy
And his hair was falling fast,
And he sat around the Legion,
Telling stories of the past.
Of a war that he once fought in
And the deeds that he had done,
In his exploits with his buddies;
They were heroes, every one.
And 'the sometimes to his neighbours
His tales became a joke,
All his buddies listened quietly
For they knew where of he spoke.
But we'll hear his tales no
longer,
For Ol' Joe has passed away,
And the world's a little poorer
For a Veteran died today.
He won't be mourned by many,
Just his children and his wife.
For he lived an ordinary,
Very quiet sort of life.
He held a job and raised a
family,
Going quietly on his way;
And the world won't note his
passing,
'Though a Veteran died today.
When politicians leave this
earth,
Their bodies lie in state,
While thousands note their
passing,
And proclaim that they were
great.
Papers tell of their life stories
From the time that they were
young,
But the passing of a Veteran
Goes unnoticed, and unsung.
Is the greatest contribution
To the welfare of our land,
Some jerk who breaks his promise
And cons his fellow man?
Or the ordinary fellow
Who in times of war and strife,
Goes off to serve his country
And offers up his life.
The politician's stipend
And the style in which he lives,
Are often disproportionate,
To the service that he gives.
While the ordinary Veteran,
Who offered up his all?
Is paid off with a medal
And perhaps a pension, small.
It is not the politicians
With their compromise and ploys,
Who won for us the freedom?
That our country now enjoys.
Should you find yourself in
danger,
With your enemies at hand,
Would you really want some cop-out?
With his ever-waffling stand?
Or would you want a Veteran
His home, his country, his kin,
Just a common Veteran,
Who would fight until the end.
He was just a common Veteran,
And his ranks are growing thin,*
But his presence should remind us
We may need his likes again.
For when countries are in
conflict,
We find the Veteran's part,
Is to clean up all the troubles
That the politicians start.
If we cannot do him honor
While he's here to hear the
praise,
Then at least let's give him
homage
At the ending of his days.
Perhaps just a simple headline
In the paper that might say:
> "OUR COUNTRY IS IN
MOURNING,
A VETERAN DIED TODAY."
I just wish we
learned lessons?
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