Little Cooper's birth photo. Isn't he an angel?
As I said in the previous post, I went to my friends' home for lunch today. Now I haven't seen B for a while but have had lunch with M several times, the last being a couple of weeks ago. B has a degenerative illness and M warned me that I would notice a great change. I most certainly did and I found it very sad indeed. Not that B would want any pity. But he was a man who used to be pretty active, he and M would go walking of an evening and he had held down a pretty responsible job for many years. His illness was diagnosed not long after he retired. He had plans to travel and really enjoy his retirement and this has happened. I just feel so sad for him. What makes it doubly sad is that he is only a very few years older than me.
I did have a lovely time with my friends today, though. The weather was just perfect and we sat outside in the courtyard under the sun umbrella and had our lunch - a lovely salmon quiche with salad and then apple pie and icecream for dessert. Of course, we also had the obligatory glass of wine as well!
I have a very dear friend who escaped from Vietnam and fled to Australia in the 70s - one of the original refugees. I said to S once that it must have been very difficult growing up in that environment, with fighting going on all the time. As S said, they didn't know any difference, that was their life. Another time we were talking about birth signs and I asked S what star sign she was. She doesn't know when her birthday is because their village was a long way from the centre where they registered births and somehow her birth was never registered. She is now happily married and has made a good life for herself here in Australia. And when S talks about her past, she is very matter of fact about it, there is no self-pity whatsoever. Her experiences have not embittered her and she is a beautiful, intelligent, funny and lovely friend with an absolute sweetie of a husband.
We have a lot to be thankful for, don't we?
I had a phone call from my irrepressible mother today. Oh, she's a worry, that one. Apparently she had an overnight stay in hospital during the week. She and Harold belong to several activity groups in their retirement village and on this occasion, they were practicing with their singing group. Earlier mum had thought her heart was feeling a bit dodgy so she had a puff of her angina spray. During their practice, her face when white and she dropped to the floor unconscious. Fortunately, there were two nurses and a doctor present and the pastor, who was holding Harold's hand. Harold was dreadfully upset because he thought mum had died! Anyway she was taken to hospital and kept in overnight for observation.
The next day, the cardiologists came around to see her and mum asked if she could go home. They said yes, but they wanted to put her on the treadmill for an exercise stress test first. Mum objected very strongly to that and asked them why they would want to put an 86-year-old lady on a treadmill. She told them that she was 86, in fact closer to 87 and just three years off 90, so it was ridiculous wanting her to go on a treadmill at her age. Now she was dead serious about all this, but apparently the doctors, nurses and other patients were all roaring their heads off with laughter, much to mum's indignation. Anyway they let her go home, but one doctor had a parting shot. He looked at mum and said, "86 going on 40!" By this time, I was laughing so hard I thought I would collapse. Honestly, that woman is a real trick. She could not understand why everyone was laughing when she was being totally serious and I told her she probably made their day!
So that was my day today, quite a mixed bag, don't you think? While you're here, have a look at Oscar's blog: http://oscarschair.blogspot.com/