A new series of posts based on life with elderly people and their increasingly obvious foibles. These predilections are genetically inclined, so I write these entries with a great deal of love and affection.
*stops screaming*
The Carpet Whisperers are 78, have been married for 108 years, are parents to 6 kids, grandparents to umpteen young adults [...]
Archive of posts filed under the family category.
The Carpet Whisperers
January Lost
It’s well known that nothing prepares a woman for labour nor her partner for the emotion associated with the birth of his offspring.
It’s well documented. It’s spoken of at ‘dad’s nights’ and play groups and over morning tea.
Nothing prepares us for birth.
Nothing prepares us for death.
Where the labouring female bludgeons from the pit of her [...]
Hair Today . . .
Kids are not noted for their tact. It’s only when they go to school, call someone fatty boombah and end up with their face pummeled into the sand that they (might) realize feelings can be hurt via the truth.
Pop Jones is at school. She obviously doesn’t go near the sandpit.
A couple of months ago, Pop [...]
*sings* The First Time Ever I saw your Face (book): reprise
Happy New Year’s Eve to one and all!
2009 has been a challenging 12 months on many levels. Rather than spend time rehashing issues and setting goals for 2010 (which is quite traditional on Dec 31) I’m going to link you with five different blog entries you might find entertaining/thought provoking as we traverse this period [...]
The Santa Chronicles (aka, Oh, Santa!)
Hiya Santa mate,
this is a little story of an 8 year-old girl who is really appreciative about Christmas, but so overtired it’s ridiculous. Her name is Pip Jones and she comes from a family of millions. This clan dote on her and her near- 7 year-old sister, Pop. She is so well loved, but you [...]
Christmas with the CCP
Cleaning isn’t my forte. It’s important to be upfront about what skillz we have (spelling is another of moi strong soooots) and equally as candid about things we no can do.
When I was 14 years old and attending a catholic ladies college (circa 1981) I studied sewing with a wizened, frightening woman named Mrs Pewtrid. [...]
ILY
Some people think the words I love you are overused. Perhaps they are, but I don’t get tired of hearing them spoken.
Growing up in an era where love was shown rather than spoken of, verbalizing those three words has been something of a molehill to mount. I knew I was loved. I felt love from [...]
The Britch Goes Christmas Shopping
This post is rhyming and written in deference to the great Dr Seuss and his ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas’ story‘.
I’ve reproduced it from Reflectology – a non blog I share with three wonderful women and writers from all over the seas (okay, Sarah is just north of here) but I wanted to use verse [...]
Crabs Anyone?
Feel like coming out of your shell? Work busy so your pincers are in a snip? Do you imagine being crusted and walking sideways as you find your next sandy hole to penetrate?
Chances are that you have crab’s . . .
Soccer.
It was the first evening of summer last night, and our weather was [...]
Baby Elephant Walk
Our recent trip to Singapore teems with lovely interactions with nature, doesn’t it?
The last one is remembered with fondness, although I did have a moment of severe germ-o-phobe panic even though the animals were massive, gentle giants.
If you arrive at 8.30am at the zoo, you have a bath-side seat as two of their wonderful Asian [...]
