Hi guys - Hi Dahila. I can't help but try to understand that "buts" - What you said there makes a lot of sense. You often do you know. That second language of yours comes through clearer than what I hear in this English speaking country. Although not many English speaking people understand Australians.
I remember that name "Steve Ray Vaughan" however in general could never remember without being told. Srry to hear. Seems a lot of famous people are always dying of something or other. I guess it reminds us that life is short and it doesn't matter how much money or things you have that makes it worth living. Cancer is such a dirty word hey?
On that note. Sometimes I can't help but worry about my wife's MS. Lesion on the the top end of her spine that slowly shuts down the nervous system over time. She's gone through her 30s looking like an old women. Unfortunately Lisa has been unable to recover much at all from breaking her leg when we first moved here. Unfortunately we look like an old couple before our time. Lisa with her Grey hair and now very slow hobble and me almost having adopted the same hobble keeping pace with her. LOL. MS really sucks you know. Yea there are varying degrees of it, with some people living fruitful lives. Best of luck to them. In addition to the grey hair falling out, and the limp - Fatigue seems to really set in fast for my poor wife. It seems to come in waves. After going to town and hobbling up and down the grocery store, Lisa will tire very easily around the house the following day. I got to say, it's been gut wrenching for me to see my wife fading away like this. I've been just as worried for my wife's mental position as I have my own. I've tried so hard to include my wife in my spirited attempts to life myself up as I see the depression building in her attempts to get through each day. I'm really not sure what to say about that.
It's been like 24 years since Lisa picked me up in Sydney. I'd like to think it was the other way around, but she had me hooked with her smile as soon as she looked at me. To be fair she was drunk and I later found out the girls were on a bet to take someone home that night. Sigh ... and I thought I had so much going for me. I at least was the one her took her back to my place. Well my sisters lounge room floor as it was for me back then. From that very meeting, we have rarely parted side in the last 24 years. Lisa was 18 and I was 22 - something like that. (no good with numbers - but it's been a long time!)
She was a city girl and I had just blown in from the way out west (More the desert region than bush land) after having finished up doing some cotton chipping. Actually I got in a fight over some girl with two other blokes in a caravan park. I remember apologizing to the girl, quit the job and hitched on out of town as I usually did back then. Sydney offered up two choices ... My old "haunts" deep within the streets of Syndey's Kings Cross and outer regions. Seemed many of us rejects gravitated back to the streets after having landed from where ever. The other option was to see if my Sister would take me in. I never really knew her as such and she hated seeing my Red Neck boots at the front of her door. "David, will you please not leave those boots at my front door." ROFL - My sister defined herself as quite respectable living within a fine Jewish community who seemed to have everything. I was pretty green to such things and looked quite the wandering bushman without a care for anything. I was still sleeping on park benches, side of the highway, under bridges and so. Somehow from there, I hooked up with my bio father who I had not seen since he last beat me. I met him once before when I was 16 and sleeping in homeless shelters in Melbourne. I helped him lay carpet as was his trade. Man I was so naive - but always wanting to please.
So much so ... I'll now think about a carpet job we did back then. The old man and now long lost brother (who ended up becoming a good carpet layer RIP) were with another chap busily prepping to lay the carpet I was heading out to haul in a large roll for them. As I approached the spot on the road where the huge roll was taking up space ... two blokes whom I knew not had just exited their truck with perfectly time smiles ... "G'day Sunshine! ... what's happening" - I'm like "Not much, just taking in this here roll for the old man. The lads have only just put the underlay down?" Then one of them pointed at another roll and said something about a mistake taking place back at the carpet shop. "Ärrr righto then..." I goes to pick up the roll they pointed to, but then one of them say's "Hey muscles would ya mind giving us a lift" Felling pretty good about the ego boost I pretty much threw the roll on the truck myself. LOL to think about all this now. I think some of you already heard this one.
Anyways - when I greet the oldman, bro and other dude who have now just about finished prepping the rooms, I hunch myself through the main door with a roll of carpet on my back. "That's the wrong roll - where is the BIG one?" my bro say's. "Hmm ... arr yes ... There was a problem back of the shop, they needed it back ... so I threw it on the truck for em?" Instantly my old man and bro darted eyes at eachother ... then the one I called DAD back then started yelling and screaming, ranting and raving ... "YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!!" "FOR FUCKS SAKE" They all started throwing their arms up in the air. My brother who knew me a little better than the others was the first to settle down with "Let me get this straight ... You actually threw it on the truck for them?"
I became the laughing stock at the old mans watering hole. A work mans pub somewhere in Bondi not too far from the beach , but far enough. From that point on I was used solely as a pack mule under close scrutiny and brought along to pick up money that was owed. Turns out most of the carpet layers in Bondi including the old man ripped each other off as well as others to make a quid.
Srry to repeat myself with the old story there guys - I was surely glad my wife Lisa eventually crossed paths with me when she did ... Whilst I did not mind the hard work for what it was back then, I never liked the trouble I always got myself into, nor the way people thought about me. I actually met Lisa in another pub that was not off my fathers liking. He was set to catch the bus home, but I unexpected stayed behind with my eye set on Lisa and discontent with the way things were going in the workplace. It was with that I remained behind without much of a clue how to get back to my sisters (I only knew the homeless areas of the city) - Lisa had her bet to finish off with and the sight of her made all my other worries float away. I greeted her like the softest pillow I have ever laid my head on.
The only other thing worth mentioning is I had this other quirky side effect - every time I touched a girl, they seem to conceive instantly. It become so much of a problem I ended up saving Lisa the trouble and went under scalpel for her. Funny how things work out.
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OK - Time to hook into the day.
Have a good one folks.