That’s pretty cool, don’t you think?
Mmm. Friday’s blog a Private peek….
This week was certainly a P for Priorities kind of week.
My brother Steve, as you know, had quite an op on Tuesday.
They removed his thyroid gland, so he has got a pretty severe slit across his throat.
And it’s his birthday today!
FRIDAY 13th JUNE !!!!!
But the good news is, he’s home and still laughing.
He’ll be off work for a while of course.
Boy oh boy, the lengths some blokes will go to
to watch the World Cup!
While Steve and I were in the Hospital Waiting Room,
I was ordering some lovely bunting for the
Clarity Open Days next week
(hands up if you are coming!)
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the Imp in me surfaced.
“Let’s send Mum a flag and some bunting for the World Cup”
So yesterday, Dad was on the phone.
“Parcel arrived, Barb. Thanks!”
“Oh good! That was fast. You going to hang it up, Dad?”
My Dad’s response was:
“If you’re happy to pay for the windows, I’m happy to hang it.”
(He’s a dry old stick…)
Mum wants him to hang the bunting from the tree on the front lawn like a Maypole…
Anyway, we sent her a little flag, too,
because last time we were over,
she was saying that Dad had hidden her rattle.
She had looked everywhere for it!
I didn’t have the heart to replace it…
read the description:
And yes, I hear you asking, Mum IS German!
And yes, you’ve guessed it: Dad’s English!
My lad Mark called from California this evening.
He’s busily packing to fly to Brasil for the World Cup for the whole month. What a nice Mum he’s got! (Graduation Gift).
And there am I on the phone,
telling him to
1) go to Walgreens and buy sachets of shampoo, Immodium and Vitamin B12 for the mosquitos;
2) Go to a campshop and buy a sleeping bag in the States,
NOT in Brasil – they’ll fleece you properly.
and 3) don’t take anything with you that you want to leave with!
Hahaha. I bet he’s glad he called! All he said was,
“Immodium? What’s that for?”
My daughter Grace is coming home from New York on Sunday for a couple of weeks YAY!!!!
Dave’s having an afternoon out with Laura his daughter today; they’re going to buy a pram together.
Isn’t that wonderful?
So I think we can safely say, that life is good in the Gray camp.
I could worry about Steve,
I could worry about Mark in Brazil,
I could worry about Grace in New York,
I could worry about Laura,
I could worry about the Open Days.
I could worry about work in general,
I could spend my life worrying about stuff I can’t control.
But the more I worry, the more I worry.
And what for?
All the worrying in the world, the whole big wide world,
won’t change a damned thing.
In fact, Immodium in Brazil will probably be more useful.
Have a great weekend, and if you’re a worrier,
give yourself a break.