Ruby Street

A lot has been going on in my world for some while so I haven't been able to get near the blog. Thanks to Meredith and Ivy and others for good wishes. Things seem to be working out. However, along with everything else, my main computer decided to fade in a major way three weeks ago. I think the fan has karked it. Oh well, it was nearly seven years old. I'm limping along with the not-so-young laptop. Anyway, I'm hoping that next week will be clearer for me. I'm having a little bit of down time and intend to do some veging as well as some writing and reading. In the meantime I will note some things I've been meaning to mention for a while.

Thank you to all who've wished me well (and offered virtual chicken soup), on-line and off. One day at a time. You can't worry about what can't be changed (my brother told me that last week).

Is there a way to describe the phenomenon of typing up some drafts and thinking, as yr doing it, 'this is crap', then reading them a few months later and thinking, 'that's not too bad'? I'm at the 'crap' stage this afternoon. I hope the other stage follows. Hmm, maybe.

Thanks to Michael, Candice, Mark, Jean, Derek, Meredith, Louise and others for birthday wishes and/or get well wishes. I definitely can't do anything fancy with a keyboard and mouse at the moment. I will catch up on some reading. I've let the poor old thumb out into the air this morning for a little while. It's not that gross, and that's thanks to everyone at Royal Prince Alfred on Thursday night and Friday morning. It should heal well and join one or two other minor scars on my hands.

Just to say that I got an unexpected birthday present yesterday (13th). Five stitches in my right thumb after a misadventure with glass, late on the 12th. So I won't be doing a lot of tapping on the blog keys next little while, as my lefthand skills are rudimentary and way slow. Can't even write proper. No real pain and no extreme damage but a hindrance. The worst thing was having to endure some very dire late night early morning television in the hospital waiting room. Not only Mel Gibson's so-called confessional interview (yeah right), but a phone-in 'quiz' show (in reality, a guessing game) whose subject was Biscuits. A Tim Tam, Salada or Kingston, anyone? The local anaesthetic and the sewing bit was, almost, a welcome alternative. And did I mention I'm not good with blood? Oh well, I have a bit less of it now. Looking forward to next birthday.