Posts Tagged ‘Bose’

The three weeks to go.

July 17, 2019

Three weeks ago Helvi took a fall. The surgeon informed us; ‘it will take a year to heal.’ I believe he wanted to let us know there will be a long healing process. It is always better to overemphasize than give false hope. I know positivity does make better and heal things faster than the Jeramiah opposite but even during the last few weeks things are looking up. We have at least managed to get some synchronicity in our ‘ bathroom’ functions, especially during the night, which made an amazing difference. There is now a rhythm in daily affairs.  Have any of you dear readers ever had to put dentures in your partners’ mouths? Try it.

I have learnt that the little things that men expect women to do on a daily basis is a lot more than are given credit for. My dad always felt entitled to put his feet up after work and somehow joined the chorus of men who thought that women at home  had it easy, a kind of domestic picnic, lounging about glancing through glamour magazines, sipping tea with oranges all the way from China.

We are both torn, and alternate between love and fury between us. It is difficult and when Helvi’s left arm got infected we thought, surely now things will turn for the better. The arm was again operated on yesterday and today Helvi is coming down from the anaesthetics helped with strong pain killers. The wires in her arm were removed and this will give one arm, her left arm, more mobility. As a sign of encouragement a single blue flower ( see below picture)popped up roughly the same time as a year ago.

On the political side; is it still worth looking at the news? Trump is manuring his hatred for everything that is decent and honourable, and things in Australia seem just as dismal.

I haven’t got much time to write and am sorry I haven’t been able to respond to some of you and your blogs. We sometimes put on some music. Helvi likes Leonard Cohen and somehow get almost non-stop of his music through the magic of a Bose speaker and the iPhone through Spotify.

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The Poinciana week away.

November 27, 2014

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You can’t get past the Poinciana tree for magnificence of size and the colour. The Australian suburbs of Brisbane are full of them, which is just as well, because the uniformity otherwise of its streetscape and housing architecture is similar to many other cities and towns in Australia. Make no mistake though. The Poinciana is owned by Brisbane in glorious sun-kissed Queensland.

There is almost a sense of irresponsibility about it, a giving of wanton carelessness in being so ostentatious in it’s presence. It seems to say that nothing else really matters if trees of such outstanding and majestic grandeur are growing right in front of the gate. I mean, does it then really still count if you are driving a Porsche, or own a Bose sound system, and run a mining conglomerate?

And yet, despite the beauty or because of it, the streets are empty. Not a soul around. It is always like that. The sun parches anything daring to go outside. Even so, one would wish to see someone out there, even if just to clap in unison with those flowering trees. Give them a small ovation. Surely, they deserve some acknowledgment or do they flower just for themselves? Nature is so unselfish.

The trees are daring for people to come outside and do some close-knitting. Remember whenever someone is found in far-flung suburbs to have been murdered there is almost an automatic response of incredulity of how something as diabolical as a murder could have happened in their ‘close-knitted’ suburbs. Surely not here, not in my street! We are close knitted community!

Seeing those empty streets one does wonder when that close knitting takes place. Is it during the still of the night under a full moon when the elves take over or witches brooms fly over zinc-alumed roofs? Perhaps it is done over the back fence. We know that back fences often played mystical roles in Australian bush folklore. The remote controlled garage door has a lot to answer for too. In the past, at least the driver would get out of the car giving the neighbour a chance to quickly hop out to see him and perhaps exchange a few kind words.

Now that little pleasure is also been denied. There are just too many gadgets with buttons. It is impeding on the art of close-knitting.

I am sure of it!