karma

Its friday going for a surf this afternoon then work on Christmas eve and Christmas day yuck. I read this thing a nurse wrote that she was complaining about work and someone said to her you're a nurse you shouldn't complain, you are heaping up lots of good karma. Well lets hope so. We always say about the horrors that run the place what comes around goes around and its true. Which I think means they will get what they deserve. Only people dont really and it doesn't matter much. The longer you live the more you see that even the most favoured get thumped.
My sister is home from Saudi for the holidays and agonizing over a patients dentures she may or may not have lost. I said this is the kind of crap we have been trained to worry over all our lives.
It has been raining like a monsoon climate, well nearly so the gardens full of drought resistant plants must be suffering, my rainforrest garden has gone nuts so I've bought this long pruner a chain saw on a pole, I'm not supposed to use chain saws but too bad, might get my daughter to help, the co-ordinated one, its pretty heavy. Must do a little weeding.

update or die

Havent posted couldnt work out the changes in blogger, oh why dont they run a kind of web for oldies, that doesnt change all the time, cept no one thinks they are old anymore, 70 yr olds think they are 20. My daughter said the title, update or die. Its nearly christmas and we have the tree and presents, too many, through I havent bought much. My sister is home but she is in Sydney seeing the Picasso show, I will see it after Christmas. Ordered the meat today and did aquaroebics. Its nice to have a break from tennis and golf, had the parties. Just going to do the shopping this afternoon. We are working christmas so our Christmas will be on Boxing day which works out alright as the girls can go to their partners christmases and they can owe us one. Reading the Game of Thrones it is wonderful, on the last book now. You know when you know something will be really famous one day but you cant get anyone interested in it (early computing). Oh well their loss.
Christmas always worries me, the Christmas deaths. My father dies the week before Christmas and other worst things.
Underneath the dead
in street names.
and memory
Like a thief takes the living
and strips them of connection
Until the world is a grey evening
Longing longing for what is not
Or ever will be again. I looked for you everywhere
After you died
Grief is madness.