My Life on a Plate

Sad Day

In contrast to last weekend, this one has been extremely quiet and lacking in blogworthy topics. I know that doesn't normally stop me and it won't today, but I can't promise anything funny, uplifting or gobsmacking.

The only places I've visited are WDC and my parent's house. That's hard work and depressing as I witness my parent's growing frailer, my mother's memory deteriorating by the day and wondering how much longer we can all cope with this very tentative situation. I know life can't be one long party...but WHY not? lol Gawd, life is far too serious a thing not to be laughed at.

But some things just aren't funny are they? Today is the third anniversary of my beloved dog Franklyn's death. Some things never get much easier to bear. Oh, I try to be philosophical; every man and beast is in the queue and whether our stay on earth is a long or short one sometimes seems unimportant. But I take my knocks hard and sometimes wish I could be desensitised. Life must be far easier for those who care not about animals, other people or how the world sees them.

My son has been at a pop festival in Reading since Wednesday and much as he often stays away from home, the empty nest feeling is bearing down harder as the date of his travelling grows ever-closer. Darby and Joan rattling around like peas in a drum another reminder of what life will become in a few short weeks. Oh, well at least there's been no gammon needed this weekend. I guess I should be grateful for small mercies.

I'm also very grateful to Cookie ~ contemplatingareturn for the Short Story badge and to Chewie Kittie for the Cheerleader badge. Will someone please teach me how to get these pretty circles in my blog? Also many thanks to PastVoices , Lauren Gale and zwisis for the lovely c-notes and to the support and friendship offered to me here by friends on a daily basis.

Sorry if I sound maudlin today...maybe it's just that Sunday feeling...they really are just so...well...Sunday aren't they?