Saturday, May 24, 2014
Friday, May 23, 2014
The lady on the right is my Auntie Maureen. She passed away this week with a frail condition in her eighties. The man she is standing next to is her brother who has long since gone. I suspect this photo was taken by my mother with her new Box Brownie camera. Growing up in this family meant a sometimes flexible but strict Irish and religious upbringing. You know the sort of thing, going to church is holy but so is going to the races. Swearing your obedience to God is taught but so is swearing. Hilarious and creative this family produced some of the finest. Unfortunately the passage of time and less than bullet proof health is snatching them away one by one. At the time of one passing the remaining family would often spend an afternoon around the table having imaginative discussions about what they are all doing 'up there' now. Up there, referring to the afterlife and not somewhere in the roof of course. "Bet they're all having a good laugh around the table with a bottle of beer or two and singing songs saying look at those poor b**stards down there". It all sounds very comforting if not a little 1950's. I do hope that 'up there' has moved on just a little. I hope they have Internet connection. They'd be nothing worse than getting all the way into the celestial good books and sitting on your cloud only to realise it's not connecting with the Cloud and there's no reception there. But I digress. We'll miss you Maureen more than you realise. Hope the beer is cold and the laughs keep coming.
Tuesday, May 20, 2014
Friday, May 16, 2014
Wednesday, May 14, 2014
Tuesday, May 13, 2014
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Monday, May 12, 2014
I was delighted to know that Max put pen to paper to wish me a happy Mother's Day. The card read "Being with you... is like having every single one of my wishes come true". And for this cat ain't that the truth! I was delighted at the apparent effort he'd put into wishing me a great day including an early morning wake up call of tearing at the carpet to get my attention at 6am. Max, in Max's world knows only one set of rules. Max's. Whilst we don't credit him with much we can say without him, life would be very different indeed. Financially better off, able to take vacations, better furniture but I guess that's not the point. His card was thoughtful and on days like this you forget the drawbacks. Even if the card did go on to say "Happy Valentine's Day". It's the thought that counts.
Friday, May 9, 2014
Thursday, May 8, 2014
Tuesday, May 6, 2014
My father has an artist's studio at the back of his garden. It's a gallery of his collections including his paintings, other people's paintings and travel memorabilia. It houses old folders with photos, long escaped library art books, a collection of forgotten National Geographic magazines, all of the long replaced family telephones and various ornaments that have multiplied as they've been evicted from family members homes over the years. In fact if I looked hard enough I'm sure my old school books would be in there somewhere too. My father's shed is a shrine for the early 1970's ornamentals and forgotten figurines. Here they sit enjoying the company of my father's hours of painting and constructing of wooden frames. In this shed he is never alone with framed photos of since passed family watching over his every brush stroke and cackling at the odd frustrated swear word. The carved pacific islanders ward off any evil and stand to attention in amongst the empty beer bottles from far away lands. The old clock that has since had its chimes silenced reminds him that night is drawing in and it's time to lock up. Just in case, we don't want another Night at the Museum thing happening anytime soon.
Monday, May 5, 2014
will be fed at 6.05 am again today please. Routines work well for Max when it involves food, play and attention. With the nights now darker and more damp he's succumbed to the winter routine of more food, more attention and don't forget that red toy mouse you throw for me when there is not much on the telly. Pets are remarkable at training us into their worldly needs. His dinner routine involves a culinary selection of specific branded cat food labelled as casserole, meaty chunks, cooked in jelly and slow cooked varieties. So conditioned is his requirements he's been known to decline slivers of fresh fish, roasted chicken and tiny morsels of raw liver. Because it didn't come in a pouch. We do our best to provide him with a varied diet to the point where we have exhausted all selection boxes at the supermarket and therefore run out species. I'm waiting for the new Endangered Varieties range to come out next.
Friday, May 2, 2014
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Thursday, May 1, 2014
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