THINGS WERE A LITTLE DIFFERENT

So things were a little different this time. I arrived home to a very different scene... And I was heartbroken. It was bizarre. Surreal. When I got home I had no idea what to do - I mean it as though I was faced with the decision to turn a corner but there was SO many corners... And they were all so pretty.

Enfluenza made mince meat of my body, causing much illness and darn it! Not alot of goodwill. Why in the name of all things chocolatey did I have to get sick on my first day back? Quick little tangent: women are only soldiers when they're sick if they have a stack of things to do. That is the true difference between a sick man and a sick woman. A sick man cannot function at all no matter what. And boy do they whinge!! However they don't own the monopoly on this whinge mechanism (designed to bring sympathy and goodies - not that it will work). We too whinge. But when we have an army to face, we get on with it and do it. Pneumonia or no pneumonia. Tangent over.

So now I'm sick. My mother pulls the car up to the driveway and then turns to me and says, with this slightly maniacal smile, "you do know that Stephi's dead hey?" My mother says that my shocked reaction was the most emotional that anyone in the family had had.

Pause while you check the previous post to see how lovingly I described our dearly departed Stephi. I may or may not have said that we all wanted her to die. This is how the start of the vac begins.

Now I'm in the house and my dad says that he'll hug me later - soccer is on and he's involved. To wit: "Soccer does funny things to my emotions". Then they leave me to huddle in our frigid house with no poodle to cuddle around my feet - keeping them hot.

So things were a little different today. They involved a dead dog, no parents, a brother in a different town, a possibly new sister-inlaw and flu. I'm telling it was surreal. Words cannot describe. Life is indeed a funny creature.