Good morning Bloggets. I just received a call from Guide
Dogs to tell me they need to see me for after care. Oh, no… Dread dot com. The
lady who comes out is my favourite after care person. She’s the best. But like
most if not all guide dog owners, we dread that day. Just the thought of being
watched. You have to remember all the commands that you were taught that you
may have adjusted. Smile. The way you walk, that will be a laugh with my dodgy
knee. Your hand motions and so on, then you have to pray your four-legged
friend will perform. The thing I have found with both of my guide dogs is, when
after care comes, they always walk taller, dogs that is, not person watching,
and work better. Even if it is a route that you have done every day and your
dog has been so bad on that walk. On day of after care they work so well. Seam
to know what is going on. So now what I
need is a blown up version of my aftercare lady with a bit of string attached
like a kite and drag her behind me. Hahaha. May get more odd looks than what I
get already.
So, next Friday, Wonderful Wagging Woo has to be tested.
I had a dreadful night with my knee. No sleep hardly. Then
Hub got up for work and I seemed to fall asleep. Gosh I am so pleased I have
changed. Gone the days when I was a wreck waiting for Hub to leave the house,
hoping he had everything, then not being able to wrest until I knew he was
safely at work, now I have taught myself to put my mind elsewhere. Still need
to know though when he has arrived. He has been so close to serious crashes of
late. Cars having critical accidents right in front of him. It’s a long way to
his office too.
My groceries came this morning. I wanted to get our poor
turkey for Christmas for the family because I don’t want to panic last minute
and find there are none, that happened last year believe it or not. We got one
in the end, but there was a choice of three and normally about fifteen for our
needs.
So, it didn’t have a weight not that I am any good at
weights.
Lifting them or looking for food weights… it just read that
would be suitable for 16 to 19 people…
Teen likes turkey.
Well, the person came with my shopping, a very nice person,
not sure whether male or female… But sweet. They handed me the bag with the
turkey in. oh my…. Oh, boy… Em! A cold sweat came over my face. I had to
swallow hard. A pain in my throat. My heart was pounding. Firstly, poor turkey.
I wish everyone could be vegetarians. Secondly, didn’t have a clue what to do
with it?
It would feed a busy church and all of the residence around
the church. No way that would fit into our freezer? And as for our stupid dolls
oven?
So, would Christmas come early for my family?
I decided to take that to the freezer first. Leaving my bags
in the kitchen. Carrying this enormous beast. I went into my garage and
reluctantly opened the door of the freezer. Thankfully it’s quite empty. Oh,
gosh, what had I bought?
To my astonishment, it fit on one shelf, with no room apart
from a centimetre.
Few? As for the oven? I think it will be Okay if we only
cook the turkey and we normally do that the day before anyway, as next day we
have loads to go into our dolly oven. Next oven will be a humongous thing. I
spend most of my life trying to get things into our oven and we won’t mention
the hob?
Then the use of Tap Tap See on my IPhone it’s great, but it
takes so long to let me know what certain things are. Most items I buy I know
what they are, but there are some I don’t.
I think there were
three items today I wasn’t sure about. And it took roughly a minute to take the
picture then wait for answers. I was lucky today, it worked first time
sometimes you have to take two or three pictures per item. As sometimes I have
the box or packet the wrong way.
Oh, still waiting to hear from the insurance people about our
ceiling. Seriously it’s been a week today since the man came out. They
apparently are still waiting for asbestos results. So today they got a piece of
my mind. That piece that you wouldn’t want! I will phone them again tomorrow.
Going to meet my sweet fun friendly pal now. My friend
Geordie. I can’t wait to see her. She is the sunshine in my life. I’m off to
her house and I love it there. She and I used to live near to each other but
now it’s a good fifteen minutes away. She lives in a very posh area with a huge
drive with a roundabout in it. Not a children’s round about or one on a road, but just a round
island to drive around in her garden to park.
Teen says she is like a WAG. A footballer’s wife, or another
description of her was like an actress from Sex in the City. Hahaha. I didn’t
tell her that one. As not sure if it would be a compliment or an insult. He
said she is my most glamorous friend. She is very tall slim and elegant. Her
life is so different to mine but we have so much in common, like today, she
went for a 6 mile run… Her clothes are stunning and she always looks beautiful
but the funny thing is, each time I see her she compliments me and I think to
myself, gosh, how can someone like you say anything good about me? Her Mum does
the same, bless her, she always tells me nice things. Teen said her Mum looks
so young, he would guess she was in her forties? Heck… Her Mum? As Geordie is
the same age as me. So does Geordies Mum look the same age as me? By the way,
the lady is in her seventies.
It’s windy out there, it’s like church bells in my garden
with all of the wind chimes. Did I tell you Hub bought me a lovely gift? It is
a beautiful wind chime for in doors that plays the first six notes of Amazing
Grace. He knows it was my Mums favourite tune, well each time she heard it she
cried. The first time I went to Russia for eye treatment, she hadn’t seen me
for six weeks. I was taking to hospital, and she wasn’t allowed to visit… She
never went out of her hotel room. She was ill with worry also never expected to
be in Moscow that long so only took enough of her heart pills for two weeks. On
week five she was asked by some Scottish people who also were in the hotel, to
go on a Burns night with them to Red Square. Mum declined, but long and short of
it, they got her to change her mind.
She went and the first tune the bag pipes played was Amazing
Grace. Well, my Mum turned on her heal and went right back to the hotel to her
room… The poor Scottish group didn’t know why? Until the next day when Mum told
them the words to that song. “Was blind but now can see!” My Mum lived to find
me sight bless her. Wherever she is now, if there is such a place as another
land, and she has any say about what happens to me on earth, I’m sure she will
be working to get me sight, unless she has learned that we all end up together
in heaven and there is no disabilities up there. So my lesson on earth is to be
blind… I keep saying, I have learned my lesson. I have been punished for
whatever I have done. Please forgive and let me see? But so far, my prayer
hasn’t been answered.
Right, later with love. Xx
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