Wedding Anniversaries.

Wedding anniversaries are funny things, you either celebrate them with gusto and much sentiment, or, you hope they will fade into the mists of time and no-one will acknowledge them. It all depends of course on what sort of relationship you have with your spouse, and whether or not you had a row etc, the night before.
We have mostly not enjoyed ours, as for some strange reason, my spouse is always grumpy that day. There have only been two or three anniversaries which I have enjoyed because he was in a good mood. Today was one of them.There never have been flowers or any kind of gift. On rare occasions he has treated me to a meal at the pub, but they were usually eaten in stony silence and therefore not a happy occurrence. I have asked him many times if he regrets marrying me. He has always said no.
Though he remembered without prompting this morning , and has been in a good mood, nothing special took place. No meal out, no flowers, no card, etc.
I wonder, and will probably wonder many times in the next year, if next year will be different. It will, after all, be our Ruby wedding. (40th) I am NOT holding my breath.
It is also our son and daughter-in-law's eleventh anniversary today. He has his mother's personality and is much better at this kind of thing. His wife does not know how lucky she is.

Just as well he isn't a Barber!!

The Man About the House has got the renovation 'bug'. We have a verandah that has green shade cloth on it, and it has been looking very sad for quite some time now. It has come away from the facia boards and needed seeing to. Yesterday, he started painting the facia boards. There is just one small problem. I have Ivy growing up on one end of the verandah and it was covering the facia board. The boards need to be painted so as to prevent further deterioration, and they all need to be done at the same time. I have been loath to let his loose with the clippers, as he HATES my plants with a passion, and decimates them, without so much as a tiny regret.
I was therefore in a no win situation, and had to agree to let him trim the Ivy.
I was not at all surprised when I saw the results of his handy work! There is not much of the Ivy left, but that is just what I expected.
It did need trimming but, NOT hacking!There was of course, no point in kicking up a fuss. As this is what he does to plants, it is just as well he is not a barber.

Finances, what finances?

i do not pretend to know anything about fiscal matters, apart from the fact mine are in short supply. Still, I have enough to pay my way.
I have for many years had a credit card for use with my Myer/Ezybuy account. I have not bought anything for ages because,a: I do not need anything, b: their prices are out of my budget reach.
The company that redeems their debts is well known and I have been told to be careful where they are concerned.
This morning, I received a phone call from said finance company, asking if I remembered receiving the letter that was sent to me recently. I said I did. The young woman then asked if there was anything she could help me with. I asked for more particulars, and she mentioned their Personal Loans. I told her that as I am on a pension, there is no likelihood I could afford one even if I wanted one. She thanked me for my time and hung up.
I know that things in the money market are a bit iffy of late, but is it necessary to tout for business like this?

That's an idea, why not ask THEM!

This morning, while watching Sunrise, my husband noticed on the ticker tape going across the bottom of the screen, that there is a Japanese man who claims he can talk to whales.
The Man About the House made a brilliant observation when he said, "If he can talk to whales, why doesn't he ask them if they like being hunted and killed?"
I am sure if he did, the answer would be a resounding NO!

Confusion reigns, or, just another 'senior' moment?

It is not to be wondered at if people get confused with anything to do with me and my mate Sue and our spouses. The trouble lies in the fact both husbands are called Neville, and Sue is Suzanne, and I am Susan. There is a third couple in the district with the same names.
Sue and her son had to journey to Naracoorte today for medical reasons. My Neville took the opportunity to drive the tractor back to the farm, and get a lift back with them today, as it was a lovely fine day.
Now, as I have recently reported in this space, my spouse is not at all technologically minded, and it has taken years to get him to have a mobile phone, which he STILL leaves home when he goes out or to the farm.
He nearly did it again this morning but I made sure he had it with him, as Sue needed to ring him to know where and when to pick him up. Actually, her son was driving as Sue has a broken wrist.
This is where the confusion comes in to play. She told me with much hilarity when they arrived here, that she had tried to ring him and he would not answer. She knew about my anxiety on Monday, and naturally wondered if he HAD forgotten it.
She was most surprised when her Neville rang and asked why she had been calling him. Sue hotly denied it but he said he had two missed calls from her. Then the 'penny dropped', and she realized she had been ringing the wrong Neville!!! And she does not have defective eyesight like me, either! Tch, tch, tch. I dunno.

I thought, 'I'm gonna die!'

We traveled to Naracoorte today. Not our usual shopping day, but Neville had a second dental appointment, and as it was with the school dentist, they only do health card holders on Mondays. I got him to drop me off in town as I had some other errands to do before I did the shopping. Neville had to go to the farm and round up the sheep so he could drench them after he had been to the dentist. I did not fancy sitting around in the car for hours.
I got to the super market by 11.30 am and was finished by 12.30. I thought he said he would be back in town by then. I sat waiting with the groceries for 2 hours. I decided to have something for lunch at 1pm, and started to think by 2pm that he had gone home and forgotten about me. I tried ringing his mobile, as, once again he had left it home! I thought, 'If he answers, he is dead!.' He finally arrived at 3pm.
I said I had to return to Target to finish an errand for our daughter. I also had to go back to the music shop so I could speak to the proprietor about some items she was ordering for me.
I walked to the end of the street so as to meet Neville, and, I looked for traffic coming around the corner, nothing. Then, as I got to the middle of the road, a medium sized truck came barreling around the corner and I had to jump back to the other side, as there was no way I could have made it in front of him. That is when I momentarily thought it was 'curtains' for me. Steaming great pillock!!!

The Mystery of the Disappearing Egg Lifter.

I have no doubt this is not of the calibre for 'the little grey cells' of Hercule Poirot, but , it is a mystery nonetheless.
I have this 'good fairy' who washes the dishes, but, he has an annoying habit of putting the utensils in the WRONG place. I have not been able to prevail upon him to change his bad habits, either.
He just gets grumpy and 'spits the dummy'.
This week, the egg lifter has vanished without a trace. We have a plastic one for use with Teflon coated pans, but this is the steel one. He usually leaves the utensils on the bench so as to avoid my wrath, but the egg lifter has apparently grown legs and walked!
I have even looked in the frying pan in the cupboard, nada!
I daresay it will turn up when I am not looking for it as most things seem to.
Watch this space.

Attack of the Killer Spiders.

A week ago, my mate Sue,fell and broke her wrist. As she has a husband who is legally blind, she has to do the driving. She can't do that for at least six weeks, so, he son is supposed to. He does not surface until midday most days, so there is a problem.
He was supposed to drive us down town yesterday for our coffee morning. Sue could not budge him, and rang me at 10 am to say she would come if and when he 'rose from the ashes', so to speak.
As Neville had come home early from the farm, I suggested we pick her up. Sue was surprised to hear he was home. He was about to have his 'elevenses', so I said I would ring once on the mobile to let her know when we were coming.
We duly picked her up and I had to 'belt her up' and we got Neville to drop us off down town. I got out of the car and put my hand on the top of the door to close it and something tickled me. I looked and let out a scream. Not too loud you understand, as I did not want to frighten anyone. There was a Huntsman spider on the door.
I am PHOBIC about spiders, and was therefore not at all pleased. I knocked it off with my hand bag, and killed it. I probably could have let it go, but, Sue is just a phobic about them as I, and was NOT getting out of the car until she knew it was dead. It certainly got my pulse rate up, I can tell you. Yuk!

Dopplegangers.

It has been said many times, that we each have a double. I have yet to meet mine, and feel exceedingly sorry for her, whoever she is.
Last Monday we were in Naracoorte as The Man About the House had a dental appointment.
Our daughter and her husband and little girl were there as well.
I did not expect to see her because of the nature of her business.
We were sitting in the car, waiting for her to call me, when a car pulled up along side us. Now, I have mentioned before that I have very poor eyesight, but my husband does not. When the car pulled in next to us, he said, "Look, here she is now." I was about to step out of the car to speak to her, and was surprised when the young woman ignored me and went down the nearby alleyway.
Then we laughed with relief that I had not made a faus pas.Phew!!
The girl was a 'dead ringer' for our daughter. You would think that her father would recognize his own daughter. Hmm!

Not as 'dippy' as I thought!!

Well, folks, I was getting concerned that I was having too many 'senior moments' of late, but my husband takes the cake on that score!
He has gone to the farm which is 80Kms from here. He is a diabetic and normally takes his glucometer with him. Last night, I charged his mobile phone up so that if , I needed to call him today or tomorrow, I could do so.
He has a shoe box and an icecream container next to his arm chair with his tablets and the glucometer in them. I asked him this morning which one he would be taking with him so I could make sure he took the phone with him. He told me which one so, I duly put the phone in it.
I have just picked up the mail and needed to speak to him about it, so, I rang his number.
I got the shock of my life when I heard his phone ringing in the lounge room!!!
It would appear I have nothing to worry about, as he forgot to take his tablets AND the glucometer AND the phone!!!
Not happy, Jan!!!