After all most 5 years this post/blog received its first ‘hit’ so I’m re posting it for your pleasure and/or criticism whatever takes your fancy. 😄
The other day I received an e-mail from my Dopey Daughter who is currently on a work/study thing in Malawi which is somewhere in deepest, darkest Africa, doesn’t that expression get a hammering? I should know better than to use it; however, to get back to the e-mail, it was quite odd but considering the source one should not be surprised.
I’ve cut and posted the contents so that you can see for yourselves
Just read a Hagar the Horrible cartoon in the Malawi Daily Times. Funny
Now this came to me from out of the blue or cyber space if you prefer and I could not help wondering why she sent me an e-mail telling me that she’d read a comic strip. What the dickens it had to do with the…
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At 02.14 this morning, going by my bedside clock-radio thing, which is 2 minutes fast and I haven’t got around to fixing it, I woke for the first time. Pretty good, when I think about it, it’s usually the 3rd time.
Naturally, I couldn’t go back to sleep, just lay there, listening to my cicada chums and the rain belting down, when a strange thought came to mind; again!
I was tossing up whether to fire up my steam-driven computer, and write a new,or finish a draft ‘Blog’, or turn on the idiot box and watch some rubbish. So being a decisive sort of bloke, I decided to do nothing, except listen to my chums and the rain.
Of course, the old grey matter started to wander, and I started thinking about different books I’ve read, and the strangest realization came to me regarding my reading habits.
I’ve been reading for close on 80 years now, started school in September of 1938 and it was real school, not kindergarten playtime, I can still recall quite clearly the teacher giving me a wallop, because she thought I was messing about with writing my letters. And I was all of 3½ years of age. 🙂
Over the decades I, like most ‘readers’, have read a countless number of books, who knows how many; hundreds? Thousands? Who ever thought of keeping count? None of us, I imagine; we’re too busy doing what we do best.
Those amongst you, who’ve read my posts from time to time, have in all probability come to the conclusion that I’ve read a bit of history. It’s always been right up there in the number one spot! Sometimes I think it’s my strong suit.
It must have been shortly after V.E. day in 1945 that I joined my first library; would you believe it’s still there?
A bit run down and dilapidated but at least it’s still operating.
I thought you’d all be dying to see a picture of it and thanks to Google Earth you can! 😄
Have no idea what I did wrong with this yesterday, but here it is again, sort of, if you can find it; a clip of 1 min and 40 seconds, from Channel 9 News, Queensland.
You might need to fiddle around a bit to find it, you might find it amusing, or cute then again you might, not but here it is anyhow. Good luck 😀
In April of last year, Coco,and for those who haven’t met him, Coco is my constant companion, and friend; he is my dog: he’d developed a small growth on his right eyelid. For reasons unknown, I didn’t write about that, it was just a week or so before he tore a ligament when chasing a magpie and I did write about that!
The growth was removed by the surgeons at the ‘Annandale Animal Hospital”, (lovely people so I’ll give them a plug http://annandalevets.com.au/staff/) and all seemed to be well.
Four weeks ago, on the 7th February, I noticed that my Coco’s eye was giving him some trouble. I immediately rang the ‘A.A.H’ and arranged for Coco to be seen the next day, I was worried, but not in distress mode at that time. It seemed that there was a regrowth
Dr. Teresa Fair. who removed the growth last year attended Coco, and told us; Kerry was with me of course,that it would have to come off, the operation was scheduled for the next Wednesday the 15th.
Much to his disgust and disapproval, Coco was taken from us at 08.00, on the 15th and we were told that he would be fine, and that we would be able to take him home after 4; (that’s 16.00 hours).
On our return to the surgery, at 16.00, Dr. Teresa told us, that she’d sent the nasty bit (tissue) away for an Histopathology; and she would let me know, when the results were back. It seemed to take forever! It was not until the Friday week after the operation that the results came through.
They were not what I was hoping for! It proved malignant.
Dr. Teresa rang me on the Friday evening and told me the results were back and that it was a malignant growth, and that it will, in all probability grow again, may be soon and that, again, in all probability, he will lose his left eye.
That was on the 24th February; and we had to take Coco back on the 1st March to check see how the wound from the op. was healing. It all seemed to be going well until the following Tuesday evening, the 7th; always seems to be a Tuesday when I notice these bad things happening to my Coco; and his eye was starting to close up again.
On the Wednesday morning I had him booked in at Orange Dogs for his beauty treatment at 09.30, at 08.30 Kerry and I took him to see Dr. Teresa, and after another thorough examination noticed some damage to his eye, which may have been caused by the sutures from the op. or the constant rubbing of the growth before it was detected and removed. Whatever the cause, an immediate operation was needed.
As Coco had had his morning feast of chicken breast, which had been gently cooked especially for him, with his Hills Science Diet dry food at 06.40, he would have to wait until after 13.30 for the operation to allow all his breakfast to be digested; Dr Teresa said it would be okay, for him to have his beauty treatment, and then for us to bring him back after.
Now Coco, like most naughty little boys, is not very fond of having a bath, let alone his hair cut, and at Orange Dogs? He gets the lot. 🙂
He’s always happy to be riding around in the car, getting out at the park for a romp, yet when we pull up within cooee of Orange Dogs, he knows; and not only doesn’t like getting out, at times he downright refuses to and has to be lifted out, only to try and jump back in.
Why is a mystery; Corinne and Cameron, the proprietors, are real dog lovers and their special love is spaniels, Corinne has King Charlies, and they really care, I never worry about Coco when he’s with them. And here he is freshly groomed. 😄
Kerry took this on her mobile phone thingy. Came out rather well I thought.
You can see that his left eye is partly closed.
Isn’t he just the prettiest dog you’ve ever seen! 😄
I made the picture pretty big so that you can see his eye.
He was more than happy to get back into the car; poor little fellow didn’t know what was in store for him; for we had to take him back to the hospital straight away, even though there was still two hours to go before they could operate.
Dr Gwilym Hunt was on duty, he’s Welshman by birth, was raised in Sydney; however I’m sure he can sing. What Welshman can’t? I’d bet pounds to peanuts that if I asked him to sing a song; he would. He’s a lovely man, and Coco doesn’t like him, he doesn’t like Dr. Teresa either, I can’t imagine why. Well I can really.
Dr. Gwilym told us that we could come by, and pick Coco up, after 16.00, it was a pleasant surprise, for we thought that they’d keep him in overnight, due to the lateness of the op.
We arrived shortly after 4 (16.00) and a few minutes later Dr Gwilym carried our Coco out; and was he happy to see us 🙂 The doctor took us into a surgery, explained what he’d done and what to expect, and gave me instructions regarding the stuff I need to put into the eye, twice a day for five days. I shall have to do this.
Kerry is off to Queensland for a week with our two daughters, two granddaughters and son-in-law, for it’s Sarah’s 40th anniversary of her birth today, 10th March.
Luke and Emma, Ruby, Poppy May and Butch, the dog drove up. They left on Saturday or Sunday and drove up, taking their time and stopping off along the way to finally arrive at Noosa yesterday, Thursday. Kerry and Sarah flew up this morning and I’m home alone with my dog for a week of peace 😄 🐻 😈
I was asked to go; but I really don’t feel up to it, which is a good thing because Coco, who was to go in Luke’s SUV thing with Butch, is in no condition to go anyway. So things have worked out well. At least I think so.
I’ve been a bit lax lately, and I neglected to tell you that the results of the skin cancer things, all proved negative for malignancy.
Wish my dogs had 😦
Annandale and surrounding neighbours
Taking it one day at a time
connecting the dots of my life
Celebrating food and all the joy that comes from creating and eating it.