The Return of the Serpent
30/01/2008 05:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIzzie slinks in for a quick squiggle.
Silly little coincidences are making us most suspicious indeed. Been at Petunia's place a lot lately - the main reason for our absences from Cyberia. She asked for Izzie to find out at work about morphine pumps as we'd mentioned previously that one of the senior registered nurses had requested one for palliative care.
Never did get around to doing that but for some inexplicable reason - looked behind the door of the nurse's station and there was a big poster about these Grasby pump gadgets.
So got all the stuff we needed to know
Then - on the way home - undecided whether to go for a coffee or catch the bus home, got offered a lift by another one of the elves and had the cuppa at the Lair instead and used the extra time to do more decluttering
But not before peeking in the letterbox and finding one postcard and an envelope - both addressed to Izzie and written in green ink. You got to be sort of insane to post letters to yourself and this serpent is certainly certifiable. But this was not posted at any old post box but the big red one at our favorite lunatic asylum - way back on Wednesday 2nd January. Figured that their non-arrival was the definite sign among many to get over our 2002 nostalgia as it would be most likely they were still lying on the bottom of the red pillar box half eaten by snails.
Considering that a parcel the ma posted on Tuesday 22nd here in Dursleyville arrived in Amsterdam on Friday 25th, that's amazingly inefficient in comparison but probably due to the loony box not being an official Australia Post box but more of one of those tourist things and no one from the museum bothered checking it until maybe this week
But the biggest surprise of the day was an unexpected knock on the door. Wayne - the salesman from the Solarshop had decided to drop by as they had no luck trying to catch this ever so slippery serpent on the phone. We thought they had our email - having sent queries to them before but they didn't.
He came to say that we were at the top of the queue and should ring the office to arrange an installation date
So - rang the office and subject to confirmation and no complications - got the green light for Thursday 14th February. Also gave them the email address just in case.
Now that's nearly ticked off the grand 2008 to do list - ought to go next for new insulation
But now it's time to slink off into the garden and water more weeds before pottering off again to Petunia's place
She got a phone call from her sister's family on Sunday. She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer back in 2001 and had been in and out of hospitals with operations, chemo and other procedures. But ovarian cancer is a bad bastard and all these treatments were only really buying time. But now it's running out. She's staying at home with her son looking after her and home visits from nurses. They are now saying that she should go into a hospice and start on morphine but she has decided to stay at home.
So they rang the ma to say that if she wants to see her, she'd better come sooner than later. So Petunia booked her flight yesterday and got given the runaround by the Emirates airlines and the travel agent
She's leaving tomorrow evening so the Iz will be visiting tonight for a last goodbye.
Petunia's going through a bad patch lately. Only one week previously her utterly gorgeous little silkie terrier got snatched in the sneakiest of circumstances from the folks she'd gotten him from almost a year ago. Seems they changed their minds and didn't have the decency to simply say so.
She's simply dreading the journey and what awaits at the other end as the pair of them had been very close. Being the youngest of 14 brothers and sisters means that you get more than your fair share of funerals. Her last visit to Europe in 2006 was to visit another sick sister.
It's funny - now with the dramatic decrease in family sizes - many children these days won't even have one brother or sister let alone 14 and it won't be before long that aunties and uncles will also become an endangered species.
Silly little coincidences are making us most suspicious indeed. Been at Petunia's place a lot lately - the main reason for our absences from Cyberia. She asked for Izzie to find out at work about morphine pumps as we'd mentioned previously that one of the senior registered nurses had requested one for palliative care.
Never did get around to doing that but for some inexplicable reason - looked behind the door of the nurse's station and there was a big poster about these Grasby pump gadgets.
So got all the stuff we needed to know
Then - on the way home - undecided whether to go for a coffee or catch the bus home, got offered a lift by another one of the elves and had the cuppa at the Lair instead and used the extra time to do more decluttering
But not before peeking in the letterbox and finding one postcard and an envelope - both addressed to Izzie and written in green ink. You got to be sort of insane to post letters to yourself and this serpent is certainly certifiable. But this was not posted at any old post box but the big red one at our favorite lunatic asylum - way back on Wednesday 2nd January. Figured that their non-arrival was the definite sign among many to get over our 2002 nostalgia as it would be most likely they were still lying on the bottom of the red pillar box half eaten by snails.
Considering that a parcel the ma posted on Tuesday 22nd here in Dursleyville arrived in Amsterdam on Friday 25th, that's amazingly inefficient in comparison but probably due to the loony box not being an official Australia Post box but more of one of those tourist things and no one from the museum bothered checking it until maybe this week
But the biggest surprise of the day was an unexpected knock on the door. Wayne - the salesman from the Solarshop had decided to drop by as they had no luck trying to catch this ever so slippery serpent on the phone. We thought they had our email - having sent queries to them before but they didn't.
He came to say that we were at the top of the queue and should ring the office to arrange an installation date
So - rang the office and subject to confirmation and no complications - got the green light for Thursday 14th February. Also gave them the email address just in case.
Now that's nearly ticked off the grand 2008 to do list - ought to go next for new insulation
But now it's time to slink off into the garden and water more weeds before pottering off again to Petunia's place
She got a phone call from her sister's family on Sunday. She was diagnosed with ovarian cancer back in 2001 and had been in and out of hospitals with operations, chemo and other procedures. But ovarian cancer is a bad bastard and all these treatments were only really buying time. But now it's running out. She's staying at home with her son looking after her and home visits from nurses. They are now saying that she should go into a hospice and start on morphine but she has decided to stay at home.
So they rang the ma to say that if she wants to see her, she'd better come sooner than later. So Petunia booked her flight yesterday and got given the runaround by the Emirates airlines and the travel agent
She's leaving tomorrow evening so the Iz will be visiting tonight for a last goodbye.
Petunia's going through a bad patch lately. Only one week previously her utterly gorgeous little silkie terrier got snatched in the sneakiest of circumstances from the folks she'd gotten him from almost a year ago. Seems they changed their minds and didn't have the decency to simply say so.
She's simply dreading the journey and what awaits at the other end as the pair of them had been very close. Being the youngest of 14 brothers and sisters means that you get more than your fair share of funerals. Her last visit to Europe in 2006 was to visit another sick sister.
It's funny - now with the dramatic decrease in family sizes - many children these days won't even have one brother or sister let alone 14 and it won't be before long that aunties and uncles will also become an endangered species.
