THE SWING SET THAT IZZY PUT TOGETHER FOR THE GIRLS
Its raining and cool enough that I have the heater on in November. Weird, eh ? And they predict 40degrees Centigrade for the weekend. I am tucked in with a clean and sweet smelling house and ticking up a happy day. I drove to town and got some nit treatment. Checked the PO Box. I am peaceful tonight. What a blessing that is ! I admit I have been defeated by Life again – so what ?
Lets look at a memory or two.
Izzy loved taking care of the Yard and gardens. He fiddled around and mowed immaculately. I grew the wild plants. The climbing white rose and passionfruit. He grew the big tree that he hoped would provide fruit to heal my sister when she was dying from lung cancer.
Today, a sponsee of mine from 1990 killed herself in Darwin. “Took her own life” was the expression the woman who told me used.
Our verandahs are always grubby because we have so many critters who make themselves at home. The little dog Scooby still comes each day to check and see whether or not Izzy is here. Then he returns to his own home – dejected.
AND THIS IS OUR DOORBELL. WE BOUGHT IT IN ULMARRA. BEHIND IT ARE THE BANANAS AND THE CORRAL.
I am in a Farewelling.
So – This is what was wrong with me. No wonder I felt poorly. And I shall put Izzy’s report up as well. I saw my doc today and we are continuing to formulate a care plan. These are the heavy aspects of this time – but I am someone who does better with THE FACTS and the details. Geez iz – what has happened to us and our lives ?
THE BONGIL BONGIL FOREST.
I shall go up again soon. The rains have been falling and the dust of the dry winter will most likely have cleared away and things may look a good deal better up there in his place.
One more day done. Its not getting any easier despite the day beginning with a smile and springtime weather with blue skies.
I am in a descent tonight. It seems to be such a terrible time for me. It takes a bit before I say – TOO MUCH – I CAN TAKE NO MORE. It takes a good bit before I don’t care what happens to anyone else – but tonight I don’t care how tough anyone else is doing it.
I am bored and lonely and angry and beaten. Today his Super Fund sent a letter. Oh , thought I, it might be good news – but it wasn’t. Just more tedious paperwork filled with uncertainty. They said that we had given 2 different addresses and were not living together. Fuckwits. Their computer system didn’t corrrelate the two is all.
I have no idea about anything just now. The annex was ripped off the Van. Damp got into the books and The Last Resort has made no contact with me.