This morning, I have internet connection problems, so I may be late in posting my blog. I've been blogging for 500 days now and I'm amazed at the varied subjects that I've covered from the news. The stories never overlap either. That's 500 different subjects featured on the news. Aren't we an incredible species? The human being is complicated and often heroic. Of course, I insert my views—otherwise I'd be a newsreader.
This morning, I can't access the news. Instead, I'll tell you about the latest things happening in my life. The items are full of drama, intrigue, complications and tension.
This morning, I can't access the news. Instead, I'll tell you about the latest things happening in my life. The items are full of drama, intrigue, complications and tension.
1) Yesterday, my husband took our car in for it's MOT. I'm guessing that means Motor Operation Test. He'd cleaned the 10 year-old beauty inside. A neighbor offered to wash the exterior before he attended to his own car. It's kindness like this that warms the heart.The car failed the test. The motor burned too much oil. This means we'll need to pay for the services of a mechanic. We have no money left this month.
2) I purchased a renovated Windows 7 PC this month, which used up all the spare money. I'm pleased to say the PC is working well, but I'm left with a slight feeling of guilt.
3) Life isn't always rosy with the freedom to do as you please when you retire—especially if you rely on the State Pension. We've paid money from our wages over our whole working life to support us in our retirement. But the amount received doesn't stretch to extras. When I say OUR life, I mean my husband has done so in England, while my contribution for thirty years is subsidized by Australia. After switching countries, I spent twenty years working, and paying into the fund, in England.
4) My husband thinks he might have bowel cancer. He refuses to go to the doctor right now—says he's got too much on his mind—things to do people to see. The news article he showed me yesterday listed the symptoms, some of which apply to him. I'm not TOO worried at the moment because he is inclined to do this from time to time. All the same he needs a BOT. (Body Operations Test.)
Who knows when my internet connection will be fixed? It's often slow in my area. There are only a few houses along the road which is generally busy with traffic. Today, for Easter, an occasional car replaces the usual roar of motors. News flash: It's back!
Who knows when the car will be fixed? And who knows if my husband will get a clean bill of health? The answer my friend is blowing in the wind.
2) I purchased a renovated Windows 7 PC this month, which used up all the spare money. I'm pleased to say the PC is working well, but I'm left with a slight feeling of guilt.
3) Life isn't always rosy with the freedom to do as you please when you retire—especially if you rely on the State Pension. We've paid money from our wages over our whole working life to support us in our retirement. But the amount received doesn't stretch to extras. When I say OUR life, I mean my husband has done so in England, while my contribution for thirty years is subsidized by Australia. After switching countries, I spent twenty years working, and paying into the fund, in England.
4) My husband thinks he might have bowel cancer. He refuses to go to the doctor right now—says he's got too much on his mind—things to do people to see. The news article he showed me yesterday listed the symptoms, some of which apply to him. I'm not TOO worried at the moment because he is inclined to do this from time to time. All the same he needs a BOT. (Body Operations Test.)
Who knows when my internet connection will be fixed? It's often slow in my area. There are only a few houses along the road which is generally busy with traffic. Today, for Easter, an occasional car replaces the usual roar of motors. News flash: It's back!
Who knows when the car will be fixed? And who knows if my husband will get a clean bill of health? The answer my friend is blowing in the wind.
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