Summertime Blues
Greeting from the land of the lost summer,
Yes, it is official, summer has been lost. Australia is not having summer this year. We are have sub-tropical rain fall, above average humidity and , or yes, we even had a week of the summer temperature not rising above 18c. Moving to Italy.....feck I wish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It has almost been a year since I last wrote an entry in My Journal, so I thought it was about time I did.
2011 was not a particularly good year, in fact I can say without any equivocation it was shitte house.
My Mother died, that is still something I am attempting to get over. Mum died from kidney failure; she died in hospital and was in no pain. We had just had fifty family members celebrate her 90th. I think Mum really had had enough of the 21st century all the technology and the radical change in just the nature of people;plus all her friends had died, she was alone. So vale MOTHER!
Then a dear friend died last year also, so my circle of real friends grows smaller and smaller each year. David's death was not unexpected, he had cancer and various other aliments, but not HIV. I believe that David willed himself to death and died of a shattered heart, his partner of 37 years died in 2010 also from cancer. Shove that up the nose of all anti same sex marriages homophobic nutters.
Then there is the little ole me and my partner drama, no not a drama, a bloody big spectacular Italian Opera, I call the relationship. Good news is I have not killed him yet. The bastard has a new antidote and it is tres effective. We will celebrate 22 years of blissful, romantic, caring and at times dramatic/ 'Toscaesque' together. We have now entered officially in to comfy old furniture age...for those younger , it means that the one thing you do we cannot do..think about it.
Alas I have not changed much. I still am a little fatty, but doing something about it...bloody salads will be the death of me. I wonder at time if we can put man on the moon, send telescopes into deep space, make mobile phones the size of a match box, and yet still they cannot create a pill to be taken monthly with some exercise to look like the actor that played 'Capt America". No the selfish bastards want to cure cancer, aids, and a legion of other aliments but oh no!!!!, not a gay friendly effective monthly weight loss pill, and a pill you can take with a very large and cold Vodka and tonic.
So until this gay friendly, vodka friendly pill is created and marketed what am I bloody doing; gym three times a week and hydro once a week and it is working!!!!!!!. So stick your pill and discover a cure for cancer and aids; then if you smart science guys and gals have time discover the 'Pill'.
In a rather Sheldonesque manner, abrupt manner...its late goodnight...2336
Yes, it is official, summer has been lost. Australia is not having summer this year. We are have sub-tropical rain fall, above average humidity and , or yes, we even had a week of the summer temperature not rising above 18c. Moving to Italy.....feck I wish!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It has almost been a year since I last wrote an entry in My Journal, so I thought it was about time I did.
2011 was not a particularly good year, in fact I can say without any equivocation it was shitte house.
My Mother died, that is still something I am attempting to get over. Mum died from kidney failure; she died in hospital and was in no pain. We had just had fifty family members celebrate her 90th. I think Mum really had had enough of the 21st century all the technology and the radical change in just the nature of people;plus all her friends had died, she was alone. So vale MOTHER!
Then a dear friend died last year also, so my circle of real friends grows smaller and smaller each year. David's death was not unexpected, he had cancer and various other aliments, but not HIV. I believe that David willed himself to death and died of a shattered heart, his partner of 37 years died in 2010 also from cancer. Shove that up the nose of all anti same sex marriages homophobic nutters.
Then there is the little ole me and my partner drama, no not a drama, a bloody big spectacular Italian Opera, I call the relationship. Good news is I have not killed him yet. The bastard has a new antidote and it is tres effective. We will celebrate 22 years of blissful, romantic, caring and at times dramatic/ 'Toscaesque' together. We have now entered officially in to comfy old furniture age...for those younger , it means that the one thing you do we cannot do..think about it.
Alas I have not changed much. I still am a little fatty, but doing something about it...bloody salads will be the death of me. I wonder at time if we can put man on the moon, send telescopes into deep space, make mobile phones the size of a match box, and yet still they cannot create a pill to be taken monthly with some exercise to look like the actor that played 'Capt America". No the selfish bastards want to cure cancer, aids, and a legion of other aliments but oh no!!!!, not a gay friendly effective monthly weight loss pill, and a pill you can take with a very large and cold Vodka and tonic.
So until this gay friendly, vodka friendly pill is created and marketed what am I bloody doing; gym three times a week and hydro once a week and it is working!!!!!!!. So stick your pill and discover a cure for cancer and aids; then if you smart science guys and gals have time discover the 'Pill'.
In a rather Sheldonesque manner, abrupt manner...its late goodnight...2336
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